"Brittany", you're panting. "It's not very smart if we… Oh God", Brittany reaches your pulsing point again and you're using all the strength you have to keep it together.

It's not working at all, because the only thing really stopping you is the awkward position in the car. Part of you is wishing Brittany never finds a proper position. The rest wants her to take you in every position.

"Britt, I mean it", but you don't mean at all as you keep tilting your head to give more room for her. You feel a smile against your neck and her hand it's on your knee and moving up. Your mind just screamed 'yes, yes' as she moves back to your lips, and it's all wet, open-mouthed and kind of desperate. You struggle to follow as your tongue meets hers and she takes a deep breath before moving even closer, almost taking you off your seat and putting you on her lap to make things easier. Your hands curl on her tights and you're sure you've never been that worked up before.

Your hands go higher on top of her tights, lifting her shirt just a little just because her abs are gorgeous and you'll never fail to gasp every time you touch her skin. So you do it again, and you gasp again, looking at her eyes closed and heart beating like crazy.

You feel so proud of yourself because you can make her heart beat that fast.

She guides your hand up, and for a spit of a second you think it might be a bad idea, but then you reach the lower limit of her bra and it's the best thing you never knew you wanted when you cup her breast over the bra.

No, scratch that. The best things are the sounds Brittany keeps making when you do that.

You wonder why you took so long to do that, and now you can't stop. You slow down and kiss her neck; still massaging her breast like it's the most amazing thing you've ever done.

(You're sure it is.)

Brittany stands powerless under you now, moving out of control, her hands slowly on you back under your shirt, her fingers making your skin burn. Her heart is hammering against your hand and it's so beautiful you want to stop everything just to tell her that.

"I…" You stutter, and she stops. You look at her for a second, messy hair and swollen lips. She smiles at you and your heartbeat rate doubles just like that. She looks at you like you're amazing in a way you know you're not. You need a second to recall what you were going to say. You try again. "This is so…"

Her smile grows warmer as she presses your foreheads together and holds you closer, resting a hand on your tight. "You look so cute when you stutter."

You bite your lip and she kisses you again before you answer.

Again, you forgot what you were going to say.

"Do you want to come in?" She says, unsure.

You've been hanging out for over a month now and it's the first time Brittany asks. You don't know what to say. It's not that you don't want to, because you do, oh-so-much. But… You're worried and scared and… You're afraid you're going to disappoint her and you can't stand that because you like her so…

"Santana", she reaches for your chin and your eyes lock. You think you said that out loud. "It's okay. We can hang out tomorrow or something, you don't have to… You know. It's fine", she says again, nuzzling your nose with hers and kissing you softly. "We're fine. I don't want you to worry about anything", another kiss. "Anything at all."

You nod, mesmerized, because she's just so perfect you don't know what you did to deserve it.

"Okay", you breathe.

"Okay", she repeats.

Neither of you say a thing for a couple of minutes; Brittany just closes her eyes and lean against your chest. You hold her and kiss the top of her head just because.

"We're just…" You start. "So cheesy."

You hear her laughing softly, makes your neck tickles.

"Is it a bad thing?"

"I don't know. Lots of couples are cheesy for a while, and then they break up because of their cheesiness." You feel her stop breathing under you. "Is there something wrong?"

"Are we a couple?" She blunts. You stay in silence for a long time; then you laugh lightly. "What's so funny?"

It's funny because not long ago you were freaking out because Brittany kissed you and everything was messy and confused inside your head. Now you see each other almost every day and even with all the adjustments, long trips away from the university and PDA going really slow, you got it so bad you can't actually believe. There are still all sorts of things to figure out, but for the first time you think you'll get to do it at some point.

And feeling you're doing things right? That's a first.

You shake your head. "Nothing. It's just… This is so movie-like, the whole questioning about where we stand and all that jazz. Don't get me wrong, Britt, I'm not mocking you, I'd never; it's just… I've always seen things like this happening before with everybody else and never thought it would happen to me. Am I making sense?"

She looks at you, speechless. You've never seen anything sparkling brighter than her eyes. "That's a yes, then?"

"We have to discuss time issues before", your tone is serious, but there's a hint of a smile on it. "Who's going to ask if we're going too fast? Isn't that the protocol?"

She arches an eyebrow to you, confused. "Do you think we are overstepping? I mean, sometimes I just say thin-"

You just laugh again and she stops talking. "I'm kidding. Yes, that's a yes. Let's get to the dating ship, come aboard."

"Dork", she lifts her head to kiss you. It's slow and seductive and kinda makes you want to die. "I hate to be the paranoid one, but… Are we going to tell people now?"

Your brain freezes, but you try your best not to show it. "We… Can. If you want to", you start, unsure. If you keep thinking too much about that, you're gone.

"I don't mind waiting, though. It's not like we're getting Facebook official or something, the highlights are really unnecessary. But I really want to tell my cat, you know? And… I don't know if you want to tell your friends about it…"

You think she knows it's more complicated than it seems, to involve people into this. It's like another universe, but it doesn't seem to bother her, so it won't bother you either. You trust her; you just don't exactly have a speech. You know that dating Brittany is not just about telling your friends you have a new girlfriend. It's about telling them you have a girlfriend, and that comes with dealing with how you're going to tell people what it means and their reactions. That's something worth doing, because, well, it's Brittany. But it'll change stuff in a way you don't know if you're fully prepared for.

She seems to feel your brain frying, because she tilts her head and holds you closer. "Can we think about the details later? I kinda want to make out with my girlfriend now, if you don't mind."

You look hypnotized, smiling easily at her playfulness. "Say that again."

She chuckles. "What? Making out with my girlfriend?"

"Yea. I like how that sounds", you breathe. "We are being cheesy again."

"Totally cheesy", she agrees, her smiling slowing turning into a smirk. "Let's just make out already."

"But… People might spot us and…"

"Shut up and kiss me, Santana."

Her eyes are darkening and she's licking her lips in anticipation.

You can't really argue with that, can you?

"Yes, ma'am."

After a very angry call from Sam in which he said he would shave your hair in your sleep if you didn't stop by his work to see him, you find yourself driving to Starbucks after your class. At some point you think about telling him you're dating Brittany, 'cause somehow it feels easier to start with him. Not that you have many people to tell anyway.

You arrive at the coffee and he spots you right away, nodding seriously for almost a second after breaking in a goofy smile. "Look, you're alive."

"Barely", you reply tiredly. "What's up, Trouty? I have to be somewhere in about an hour."

"Yea, right", he says, shrugging. "I forgot about your saving your soul thing."

You frown. "I don't really appreciate when you talk like that about my job, Sam", and you mean when you say. The Suitcase Clinic thing is not something you like to joke about and he knows that. "It's the only thing that makes it worth."

He sits in front of you at the table, giving you a polite nod by way of apology. Sam is one of the rare people who actually know you, but sometimes he pushes your buttons in a way he really shouldn't. You can't get mad at him for long, though.

"So", he starts again. "How's everything? You disappeared. School's getting you busy?"

You settle for "not quite" when you answer, because you don't like lying to him. He just eyes you curiously.

"I'm seeing someone", you offer. "I mean, more like… Dating someone."

"You WHAT?" He yells, jumping of the chair. "How long? Why were you keeping me at the dark with it?"

He looks really mad.

"Sammy…"

"Don't go all 'Sammy' with me, Santana. What the fuck? You're dating after God knows how long has it been since you like, went to hell and back, and you don't have the decency to tell me? Really?"

You feel so small because you know what he's talking about. "It's complicated."

"Bullshit. Just tell me the guy's name and I'll go all Facebook stalk-"

"It's not a guy", your voice is a weak whisper and your heart is racing because that's it.

Sam blinks. Once. Twice. Then he tilts his head and gives you an assuring nod. "Okay", he says. "Why you didn't tell me you and Brittany were hanging out?"

You freeze. "How do you-"

"I'm blonde, but I'm far from dumb, Santana", he offers you a small smile. "And you give my knowledge of you less credit than it deserves."

"I don't get it."

He laughs and squeezes your shoulder. "You like to think you don't give a fuck about stuff. I don't think you'd lose your precious sleep time thinking about what that little thing with her at the party meant if you didn't want it to mean something", he frowns and ducks his head, suddenly confused. "Or something like that. Did you get it? I'm confused myself, but I think-"

"I got it, Trouty", you smile politely at him, and you thought telling him would be like having something really heavy taken out of your shoulders, but it doesn't feel like that at all. You're still as tense as you were before you entered the building.

There's this weird silence. You feel Sam's eyes watching you and you can't look at him, feeling the blush on your cheeks.

"Are you happy?" He's choosing words carefully, you can tell. You lift your head to look at him.

"I am", you say honestly. "It's been… Everything I never knew I wanted."

He smiles bashfully. "I'm glad, then."

And that's it.

"I thought you were going to ask about-"

"I don't care about that part, Santana", you watch as he walks around the subject without really talking about it. You appreciate the gesture. "I'm sure you've already put enough thought on that matter. Anyways, I'll support you and kick everybody's ass if they bother you. There's nothing new about that", he takes a deep breath. "Except now you have a really hot girl and I'm totally jealous."

You arch your eyebrows and give him a punch on the shoulder. "Careful. That's my girlfriend you're talking about."

You don't feel tense anymore.

"You're going to be late", he looks at the clock at the wall and you both get up. He takes a deep breath. "Thanks, Santana."

"For what?" You whisper.

"For telling me."

You nod like it isn't a big deal, but when you hug him, you both know it is.

You're 10 minutes late when you arrive at the Suitcase Clinic. You grab your coat in a hush and just sort of trip at the reception. The secretary smiles kindly at your lack of gracefulness.

"Good afternoon, Santana", she says, as you recover yourself, a blushing spreading on your face.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Reed", you answer politely, taking the files she gives you at the counter. "Crowded day?"

"You know it", she nods, looking away from you for a minute to write something. She handles you a paper. "Give it to Dr. Syed, will you? He's waiting for you to begin the triage."

"Of course. Thank you."

The triage process takes about half an hour, and it's the worst part of the process. People come to you, and you have to choose the priority cases for the day, about six or seven people. It's heartbreaking for you to say no, but your coordinator doesn't have all night to watch you and you can't be all by yourself to take care of all of them.

You said that to him once and he said you looked like someone trying to make it up for something by doing this. You never said a word about your thoughts again.

Today is hard. Dr. Syed looks particularly annoyed when you start the cases presentation – two suspects of broken bones, a bad case of asthma, a couple of flu cases, an infection and that creepy guy asking to get his stitches off (there's this huge cute on his back; he said it was a fence, but you know it was a knife stab for sure).

"I'll let you do the stitches, here", he says, pointing the procedures table with his head without taking his eyes off your notes. "Are you sure about the source of this infection?"

His tone looks skeptical like always. He usually tries to make you feel like shit so you can try harder to prove you're not stupid. It usually works, but not because of his method. You have something else to prove.

"I'm not, sir, that's why I suggested Vancomycin. It's a broad-spectrum antibiotic and-"

"I know what Vancomycin is, Lopez, spare me the bookworm impression."

You clench your fists. "Yes, sir."

"Anyway", he continues looking at the file. "Another case of asthma? You should just refer them to the pharmacy, I bet they know the medicine's name better than you do", he laughs at his own joke and you're giving your best to explode. "And this bones. I'm sure the first one isn't broken, it's just some dislocation."

"I'm sure we can give them some Cortisol to help with the pain, then, sir."

When he gives you this angry look, you know you're right.

"The second one looks pretty broken", you feel him cutting the 'you were right' he's never giving you. "That's why you shouldn't have given them the spot today, that's not a case for us to take. You've done that before and I said the same thing."

He doesn't look disappointed at all. It's like he knew you'd mess this up.

"Just take that stitches off and refer the rest to the guys at the pharmacy. I'll give a close look at this infection case while you do the rest of the write ups for the day. And that broken bone is a hospital case, if you don't know that."

You're left alone without another word. The patients look at you like they're really sorry and you can't help but feeling a little worthless, because hell, you're supposed to help them, they don't need to feel sorry for you.

"Alright", you say, trying to control yourself. "Let me help you guys with that."

You don't finish your write-ups until 9:30PM, when you hear Mrs. Reed knocking to tell you it's time to go home. You let her in, organizing your papers and putting stuff together in your bag. You rest your head on your hands and take a deep breath as she takes a seat and just looks at you.

"I feel like crap", you confess, shaking your head.

The woman touches your forearm gently. She reminds you of the lunch woman at your high school, with a gentle smile and some kindness people don't have anymore. She used to hide you at the kitchen after practice and to give you a stolen sandwich because your coach didn't let you eat more than that protein shake of hers.

"I honestly don't know why he gives you such a hard time, Santana", she replies, sadly. "You do such a good job around here."

"Do I?" Your tone is skeptical as his.

"You do, darling", the older woman gives your forearm a little squeeze. "You try hard; you treat people right even when they're not so nice with you. You actually want to help them and that's what makes you a good doctor", she pauses to look at you, measuring. When she speaks again, her tone is almost confidential. "And no matter what they say, Santana, you're not just your father's daughter. Please remember that."

You give her a lopsided smile. "I will."

"Good. You have a real good heart, darling. I'm sure people will see that just like I did."

You think about Brittany and your smile grows. "I really hope so, Mrs. Reed."

By the end of the week you finally got yourself some time to call your family. It's been a while since you got the last (shocking) news from home, and you were openly postponing it because you didn't want to know some things, namely, if your father was really back in town.

You're sure he's not there anymore after two weeks, so you decide it's time to call.

Your mom answers on the second ring. "Well, I was beginning to forget your name, Santana."

"I'm glad you didn't", your tone is playful just like hers. "How's everything?"

"It's fine. Pretty uneventful", her tone is suspect, but you don't ask. "You know, that's how Lima is. But how are you, my successful daughter? Busy? Have you been eating? Sleeping?"

"Eating, yes. Sleeping… Not so much", you keep going around silly subjects because you don't want to ask what you have to ask. You don't want to talk about college, either.

"Got yourself a pretty doctor already? Since you said Sam is not your type…"

You gasp, but decide to play along. "Not a doctor, but sort of, yea", you're playing in a very dangerous path right now, but you don't want to hide things from your mother. You won't tell the truth, either.

"Oh my!" she spats. "Tell me about him!"

Your hands are shaking and your heart is racing. You're glad she can't see you. "Oh, there's nothing to tell, it's nothing serious", you're testing her reaction and hoping she doesn't push. There's no way you're going to tell how serious it is.

"C'mon, Santana, you can't be alone forever, you need someone to take care of you."

"I can take care of myself just fine, Mom, thank you", you don't mean to sound harsh, but you do.

"Can I least know his name?" She pushes and you're trapped. You have no idea how she's going to react and you don't want to know either.

There's only one thing you can do.

"I heard Dad's in town", you cut her off. "Is it true?"

You didn't hear the answer until your mother repeats it more firmly. "He is."

"Why?" You ask sharply, knowing it's not a good thing if he's staying that long.

"Can I call you back, Santana?" She's impatient like she can't wait to get rid of you.

You're not having any of that.

"What's going on? Why is he back?"

She's breathing heavily. "Look", she starts. "I'm not in position to tell you right now."

"The hell you aren't"

"Language", she warns. "I'm sure he'll come to you when it's time."

"But-"

"Enough, Santana."

You shrink. "I'm sorry."

"I said it before, I'll say it again: don't bring your work stress home. I won't tolerate that kind of behavior."

"I said I'm sorry", you say bluntly.

"Good. We'll talk soon", her voice is professional, like she's setting an appointment with a client. "Take care, sweetie."

"I will, Mom."

You hang up and keep staring at your phone. You have even less information and more to worry about. Great, just great, you think, walking your way to a quick shower, planning some takeout for dinner because you're not in the mood for cooking. Your phone rings again and you think your mother forgot to tell you something.

"What?" You hiss.

"If it's a bad time I can call you later."

"Britt! I'm sorry; I thought it was my mom. Shit, I'm really sorry. How are you?"

"Are you okay?" She says instead of answering.

You breathe heavily. "Yea, it wasn't my week so far, I think. But I'm you glad you called, I missed my girlfriend."

"I missed you too", you can hear the smile at her tone. "Wanna grab some dinner?"

"Actually", you start, suddenly shy of what you're going to say. "Can you come over? We can order some take out and watch a movie. It sounds pretty lame, but I'm tired to go out and I really wanted to see you."

You hear her… Bouncing? "It's not lame at all. I'll be right there."

She gets at your place 20 minutes later, and you're thankful she gave you enough time to shower and put yourself together. That doesn't mean you're not freaking out because it's her first time at your apartment.

She's your girlfriend, you shouldn't be this nervous, but you jump when you hear the door anyway.

"I brought Chinese", she says as you take the boxes off her hands and place them on the table. You turn around to give her a kiss and you didn't realize how much you missed her before it.

She kisses you back and you know she missed you just as much.

"Let's eat before I pass out on the couch", but you don't let her go or make any kind of move to get to the table.

"Are you that tired", she whispers on your ear, teasing you, and suddenly you're not tired at all. "Or you just want to drag me to the couch?"

"I'll drag you to the couch anyways", you ask honestly, making a trail of kisses on her jaw as you speak. "If you…"You kiss her softly, "…Don't mind."

"Oh, I don't mind", she smiles, lowering her hands on your waist dangerously. "In fact", her hand goes even lower and you gasp when they reach your ass and stop there, keeping you in place. She pulls you even closer and when she speaks again, it's a whisper against your mouth, a tease. "I like the way you think."

"L-let's eat, then", you stutter and she just shakes her head playfully.

You decide it wasn't a formal occasion to eat at the table, so Brittany took the food and moved to the couch, so you could watch the movie while eating. You take a while to discuss about the movie, and after almost 10 minutes, Brittany gives in and you put Avengers on.

"I'd never take you for a nerd", she says over your shoulder as you lay comfortably between her legs, her head resting easily on your shoulder, hands around your stomach. It's domestic and you love it.

"You can blame Sam. And Batwoman", you blush at the last part.

"Renée Montoya is pretty hot", Brittany deadpans.

"So you're a nerd too", you accuse, playful. "What a catch."

"I know a thing or two. My brother used to-", she stops herself shortly and you feel her getting tense.

You wonder why she never talks about her family, but you don't ask.

"Were you arguing with you mother on the phone?" She asks carefully, not sure if she's overstepping. You nod once. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"My father", you start, choosing words and convincing yourself Britt's worth telling it. "He's been away for quite some time", she listens carefully, keeping you closer. You lean further against her before you continue. "He went away right after the divorce, and we haven't heard about him for a couple of years. Two weeks ago Quinn called me and said her mom told her he was back in town."

"He came back to Lima after being years away?" Brittany asks and you nod again. "Why?"

"That's why I called my mother, I wanted to know."

"What did she say?"

"Nothing. She said he would tell me. Then I got mad, was kind of rude and we had a little fight."

"I'm sorry."

"I have a really bad temper sometimes", you release a breath, sounding a little more upset than you should. You crack a joke to light the mood. "But I'm sure you'll figure that sooner or later."

"I'm sure I can handle it", she winks and something about her tone makes you shiver.

You hardly pay attention to the movie while Brittany keeps teasing you and making you shiver all the time. You don't think she's nearly as nervous as you about the whole apartment thing, or she's hiding pretty well.

"Here, let me", you get up and grab the empty boxes. "I'll throw it away."

"Hm, no", she whines, adorably. "Come back and cuddle me!"

"Yes ma'am", you say, coming back to the couch, where Britt's laid with arms crossed and a pout. "Oh, c'mon, that's unfair", you lie down and let her spoon you.

"Hm, much better", she husks, biting your ear lobe softly. You gasp. Brittany seems delighted. "Are you okay, babe?"

If her tone doesn't set you off, the way she called you 'babe' does. You turn around to face her, of course there's a smirk on her face.

"Tease", you call softly, lower than a whisper.

"What?" She looks at your lips and back to your eyes, hands clasped around the small of your back.

"I said", you attack her neck and use your hand on her waist to pull you closer. You both gasp when your hips touch with a silent click. "You're a tease", you repeat, the word rolling on your tongue purposely.

"Am I?" She moves on the couch, trapping you under her with her knees on each side of your hips. You're dead. You're sure of it. She comes closer and you move your head to meet her halfway, but she doesn't let you, holding you in place with both hands on your shoulders.

Boy, that escalated quickly.

You can't breathe. She's looking at you almost curiously, measuring you, teasing you. Daring you.

She lowers herself again, lips on your ear. "Do you think I'm a tease, Santana?"

"I-I…" You're gone. Lost. Completely.

She chuckles above you. "You're just too cute", she jokes, looking away from you for a second.

You take her distraction to hold her neck and closing the distance catching her lips between yours. She smirks against your mouth and kisses you back, eagerly, hotly, like it's never enough.

"Finally", she whispers against your mouth.

"We're done talking", you flip her and you both almost fall out of the couch, but you manage.

You're sitting on her lap again, legs around her waist. She wastes no time and grabs your ass again, and you lean into her to catch her lips in a slow kiss and suddenly everything is so hot you're sure the room is on fire.

Not even that would make you stop.

"S-Santana", Brittany is breathless under you, tilting her head to the side as you attack her neck. "We need to-", your hands reach the hem of her shirt, going under it and touching the skin of her stomach. "I think we-", she tries again as you move faster, using your body to pull her further on the couch while grabbing both breasts and squeezing them delightfully. "Oh God", she moans.

There's too much clothing in the way, your hands are shaking and you think you're going to die anytime soon because it's too much when her nails are against the skin of your back under your shirt, sinking in like she wants to leave a mark. You think it's the best sensation ever.

That until your hips met in a thrust.

You can't find words. You're melting. You're dying. You're going to explode with want.

It happens again.

Brittany looks at you and her eyes are electric. And dark. Her lips are swollen and her hair is everywhere.

"You're so beautiful", she pants, grabbing a fistful of your shirt and pulling you closer.

"I want you so bad", you bite your lip and look at her, your eyes as dark as hers. "But that's…"

"I know."

"I don't know what I'm doing."

"It's okay", she whispers, lowering herself on the couch again and bringing you with her. "Take your time."

"Are you sure it's okay?" You sound shy when you ask.

"Yea", she breathes as you lean against her, loving the way her chest feels against yours. "That was pretty hot."

"You are pretty hot", you say hoarsely in her ear, earning a shiver.

"Thought you said I was a tease", she says, playfully.

"You are", you catch her lips again, teasing her with the lip of your tongue before breaking the kiss. "But I really like when you tease."

"Stop talking."

You happily obey.

N/A: Thank you for reading and following and stuff, you guys are amazing. Sorry bout the mistakes, btw. If you have time, let me know what you are thinking about the story.
See ya soon. ;)