Must've Done Something Right Chapter 19: The Finale, a glee fanfic

One of my longest chapters yet guys, enjoy! Only the epilogue to go. Sad to see this story end.

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BreakYourHEart: Nope totally innocent of the angst. You'll learn of Faberry's future next chapter. Nah, no briley until a few more chapters later in Carry this picture.

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Songs Used: Valerie- Amy Whinehouse, Must've Done Something right- Relient K (title song)

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The Finale

Britt's POV

We're currently on the bus to the show choir regionals. Santana and I ware snuggled in the very back with a blanket draped over us. Quinn and Rachel are asleep in the row across from us, it's a long drive to Regionals.

Santana buries her face into my neck and mumbles, "I'm so nervous, Britts."

"Don't be San. We'll be great. Plus we've already got the soccer championship title, so we'll have won something pretty great this year if something goes awry." She smiles softly. "And no matter what San, I'll love you."

She grins and kisses my cheek, "You're so good to me, B."

I smile and blush whispering, "Um so…I was thinking about our future situation." She sits up a bit, her face becoming serious. "And you should go to Stanford, like we had talked about." She nods for me to continue. "And I got an offer from Santa Clara. It's only like 20 minutes away."

She a guilty look spreads across her face, "Britt, I don't want you deciding your future because its close to where I'm going. I just-"

"San, you are my future. And I've really given it thought. They have a really good dance and music program there and I'll play soccer too. All of my loves are in one place and my very special one is in a very close drive."

Santana looks down at her hands, "If you're sure…"

"I am San." I lift up her chin and kiss her lips softly. She smiles softly and leans against me again. "Still nervous?" She nods, groaning. "Hun, you'll be great. You've had solos before, you picked a great song for the group number and you've got all the choreography down, I made sure of it while you were practicing during our water breaks at soccer practice." She blushes, obviously not knowing that I saw her trying to work through the dances. "But if you need a little more encouragement…" My hand wanders into her lap, gently scratching the fabric of her jeans covering her center. Her head snaps up.

"Britt!" She whispers with a smirk. "Where is this coming from?" I just shrug and apply more pressure with my fingertips. She bites her lip and gives me a pleading look. I look around seeing that everyone's either asleep or too busy talking. I readjust the blanket covering us and pop open the button on her jeans, sliding down the zip. My fingers trace patterns on her lower stomach teasingly and she makes a mumbled plea for me to do something. My fingers slide under her panties and rub her mound gently. I look up to see Santana's eyes are closed and her lips slightly parted as my fingers run through her slick folds. She squirms slightly as my fingers brush against her clit. "Please Britt, " she husks out. I dip two fingers into her moist entrance and start pumping, looking around us to see if anyone's picked up on the hand moving under the blanket and Santana's little sighs and squeaks. Everyone seems to still be where they were. I start pumping harder into her and she buries her face into my neck with a muffled cry as my thumb puts pressure on her clit. Soon enough her walls start clenching down on my fingers and she groans into my neck, "Britt…so close…" I curl my fingers upwards and rub her clit furiously. She bites down hard on my shoulder through my shirt to muffle her cry of ecstasy as she rides out her high. After she recovers a few minutes later, she presses a kiss to my cheek. "Just what I needed Britts. The HBIC is back." She gives me a smirk and a chaste kiss on the lips.

"Good, now can you two stop fucking and let me sleep, it smells like sex back here." Quinn mumbles from her seat. My face heats up and Santana just chuckles, pulling me close and opening a window on the bus slightly.

The rest of ride to Regionals was spent sleeping. We get off the bus and Santana and I excuse ourselves to the bathroom, sitting in your own juices for a couple hours is a little uncomfortable. We walk into the handicap stall and Santana pins me to the wall. "Babe," I groan as she nips my neck, "we only have a few minutes."

"So we'll make it quick." She smirks and drops to her knees. "I know how much you were fidgetting on the bus and I just wanted to return the favor, baby." She pulls down my pants and soaked underwear, letting the air hit my center. I shiver before Santana takes a long lick up my slit. I hips buck into her face and she continues licking and stopping to suck lightly on my clit. I groan and tangle my fingers in her dark tresses, bucking against her mouth for more pressure. She inserts two fingers into my core and I cry out, my head dropping back onto the wall. She pumps in and out as I try to quiet my squeals of pleasure. Soon enough, I feel the feeling in the pit of my stomach build. God, I'm close. "That's it Britt, cum for me." And that's all it takes to send me over. I go limp letting the waves of pleasure lap over me as she presses me against the wall, urging me not to fall as she laps up my cum. She soon stands up and holds me, whispering soothing nothings in my ear as I come down.

I eventually regain the ability to stand and pull up my pants just as I see Santana fishing something out of her bag. She pulls out blue underwear with ducks patterned on them. Wait…those are mine.

"Yes, Britt, they're yours, I kept them from our last little sexcapade in my car." She slides off her jeans and thong, before sliding on my underwear and pulling her jeans back up. "Don't give me that look Britt." She chuckles, "I had to sit on the bus with a pool of cum in my jeans for 2 hours, there's no way I was performing in them. You're fault you know, so only fair I wear something of yours."

I sigh and shake my head, chuckling, "Right, my bad."

She smirks and gives me a kiss before we head out of the stall. We're stopped by a sight of Quinn standing there looking unimpressed with Rachel by her side. "What?" Santana questions.

"What? Really, Santana?" Quinn says in disbelief but is quieted by her girlfriend.

"Quinn, if I may." Quinn shrugs. "One, we're happy for you two but could you please stop having intercourse in public areas. Quinn's still not happy you woke her up and she's a little cranky." Quinn huffs and Rachel turns to her. "Sorry, honey, but its true." Rachel then turns back to us. "Secondly, you two should be focusing on the competition. We go on in ten minutes and everyone was wondering were you two were. Quinn and I obviously knew and volunteered to find you before the others encountered you in a very intimate way and you'd be teased until the end of time. Really, you should be thanking us."

Santana growls and is about to give her a piece of her mind, "Thank you, Rachel." Santana looks at me confused and I give her a 'don't question it' look. She crosses her arms and grumbles a bit. So cute.

Rachel clears her throat, "You're welcome, Brittany. And thirdly, wash your hands, we all know where they've been in the past couple of hours." I feel my face heat up and I look down. "Now, if you'll excuse us, we need to get ready." The two of them walk out of the door holding hands and Quinn has an amused look on her face.

"You know she's right." I tell Santana as we wash her hands.

"Yeah, I know." She grumbles. "Now let's go do this thing before I loose my courage."

"I'll be happy to reinstall it later." I purr into her ear as I walk off, leaving her gaping.

We reach the group and everyone greets us, obviously Faberry covered for us. "Alright guys, you know the routines, all I ask is that you give it your best." We line up for our first song. Santana shifts from foot to foot with the mic, clearing her throat. The curtain opens and the music begins.

Well Sometimes I Go Out, By Myself, And I Look Across The Water.

And I Think Of All The Things, Of What You're Doing, And in my head I Paint A Picture.

Since I've Come Home, Well My Body's Been A Mess, And I Miss Your ginger Hair, And The Way You Like To Dress.

Oh Wont You Come On Over, Stop Making A Fool Out Of Me, Why Dont You Come On Over, Valerie.

Valerie

Did You Have To Go To Jail, Put Your House Out Up For Sale, Did You Get A Good Lawyer.

I Hope You Didnt Catch A Tan, I Hope You Find The Right Man, Who'll Fix It For You.

Are You Shopping Anywhere, Change The Color Of Your Hair, And Are You Busy.

Did You Have To Pay That Fine, That You Were Dodging All The Time, Are You Still Dizzy.

Well Since I Come Home, Well My Body's Been A Mess, And I Miss Your Tender Hair, And The Way You Like To Dress.

Oh Wont You Come On Over, Stop Making A Fool Out Of Me, Oh Why Dont You Come On Over, Valerie.

Valerie

Well Sometimes I Go Out, By Myself, And I Look Across The Water.

And I Think Of All The Things, What You're Doing, And In My Head I Paint A Picture.

Since I've Come Home, Well My Body's Been A Mess, And I Miss Your Tender Hair, And The Way You Like To Dress.

Valerie

Why Don't You Come On Over Valerie...

The performance goes off without a hitch. Mike and my dance was perfect and Santana sung the pudding out of that song.

We line up for our next song. Blaine in the front and everyone else on the risers.

We should get jerseys 'cause we make a good team

But yours would look better than mine 'cause you're out of my league

And I know that it's so cliched to tell you that everyday

I spend with you is the new best day of my life

And everyone watching us just turns away with disgust

This jealously, they can see that we've got it going on

I'm racking my brain for a new improved way

To let you know, you're more to me than what I know how to say

You're okay with the way this is going to be

'Cause this is going to be the best thing we've ever seen

If anyone could make me a better person, you could

All I gotta say is I must have done something good

You came along one day and you rearranged my life

All I gotta say is I must have done something right

I must have done something right

And maybe I'm just lucky 'cause it's hard to believe

Believe that somebody like you'd end up with someone like me

And I know that it's so cliched to talk about you this way

But I'll push all my inhibitions aside

It's so very obvious to everyone watching us

That we have got something real good going on

I'm racking my brain for a new improved way

To let you know, you're more to me than what I know how to say

You're okay with the way this is going to be

'Cause this is going to be the best thing we've ever seen

If anyone could make me a better person, you could

All I gotta say is I must have done something good

You came along one day and you rearranged my life

All I gotta say is I must have done something right

I must have done something right

If anyone could make me a better person, you could

All I gotta say is I must have done something good

You came along one day and you rearranged my life

All I gotta say is I must have done something right

If anyone could make me a better person, you could

All I gotta say is I must have done something good

You came along one day and you rearranged my life

All I gotta say is I must have done something right

I must have done something right

The crowd goes wild and Santana smirks at me. It suddenly clicks. The song…it's how she felt about me. We all bow and exit off the stage. We all high five and giggle.

I pull Santana off to the side. "San, you chose that song for me." She smiles and nods. "It's perfect. You're perfect." I take her face in my hands and kiss her passionately, earning us some catcalls from the glee clubbers. I hear a groan from the side, obviously belonging to Quinn, she's seen us in these situations a bunch of times today, but I could care less. The only thing I care about his giving affection to my girl.

We pull away and smile. "Now, if we can get all of the groups onstage!" The host calls. We all walk out and take deep breathes.

"It was a great showing tonight, but only one can win and go onto nationals." I grab Santana's hand and squeeze it tightly, holding my breath." In third place…The Warblers!" Blaine chuckles as Kurt teases him about his old club. "And Runner Up is…" The scene basically goes in slow motion. We're all holding our breath. "Vocal Adrenaline!" Our entire group jumps up and down cheering. We won! "And in first, McKinley High New Directions!" Mr. Shue takes the trophy and holds it over his head and we all hug and smile.

Once backstage the couples pair off with celebratory kisses. Quinn and Rachel giggle the whole time. Sam and Mercedes…who only recently got together are making out. Kurt and Blaine grin and give a chaste kiss. And I'm suddenly pulled aside and kissed breathless by my girlfriend. I couldn't be happier and our future together has never looked brighter.