A/N: Your questions/comments about the drug use in the last chapter are answered in this chapter.
This chapter was difficult, only because of the way everything happens. I'm interested to read your comments on this, whether you enjoyed it or not. I definitely enjoyed writing it :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or it's characters.

My dad had taken me to the beach today. I got to drive and he said I did really well and followed all the rules. I was happy he was proud of me, because noone really ever felt proud of me. They were either terrified or so ignorant of my situation that they didn't try to understand. I needed someone to understand and I guess now my dad is trying to.

I doubt my mom ever will make an effort, but I know one day Charlie will sit me down and we'll spill our guts to each other. It will just be me and her like it used to be before she fell in love with Scott and before I started thinking of Santana all the time.

I had never had marijuana before that night. I had only heard about the effects it could have on you. Taking oxycodone for several years pushed away any desire to get involved with recreational drugs. Even if I had never been giving medication for my injury I would have never thought about taking drugs. I guess I just wasn't thinking when Santana said 'brownies'. I wanted to think of her as innocent, so I guess when she wanted to make brownies, I took that as just a simple, innocent activity.

I don't want to tell anybody. I don't want Santana too either. If my mom found out, she would tell Santana to never come near me again. I didn't want that, I couldn't have that.

My dad and I were sitting in the parking lot right in front of the wire and wood fence which seperated the sand from the cement.

"I wish our family was the same," He said. I turned to him but he was looking forward, so I spoke to the side of his face. His cheek has half an inch of stubble over the skin, stretching all the way over his chin to the other side of his face.

"It's my fault right?" I asked softly. I knew it was my fault. Well it was also abit of my mom's fault because she cheated and tore my dad's heart to shreds. I think it was a collaboration.

"No Britty," He sighed and rubbed his hand over his eyes. "Don't think that." So I didn't think it anymore, because I knew my dad was trying to understand and help me. He knew I was still recovering and needed someone. He didn't know exactly how to approach me anymore but he knew I was thankful that he tried.

"I hope Scott and Charlie are together forever." I said that to make him feel a little hope. I knew he wanted us to have loving relationships like he had with mom when they were young.

"That would be nice," He shifted in his seat and leaned his arm on the window. "You and Santana would be like sisters."

My eyes dropped to my lap because I hadn't expected him to say that. I had completely forgotten the fact that that would be the outcome to Scott and Charlie getting married.

"I don't want Santana to be my sister." This caused my dad to laugh and shake his head. I knew he thought that I didn't want Santana to be like family to me because I didn't get along with her at first. But that wasn't it at all.

I didn't want to feel the way I do about Santana and then have her be labelled my sister in law. It felt wrong. But I wouldn't tell my dad about these feelings because he's a boy and usually these are things girls talk about with their mom. But I couldn't, so I'd keep it inside for now.

We drove back home and I noticed someone sitting on the front porch. When we got closer my dad looked at me and winked. "Whose that?" I looked to the body sitting on the porch and groaned really quietly so only I could hear.

I had no idea how Puck found out where I lived but that would be the first thing I ask him. My dad stepped out of the car first and I followed behind him. Puck stood up instantly.

"Hello Sir, I'm Noah," He had a slight smirk on his face. I think he was trying to impress me.

"Nice to meet you boy," My dad turned to me. "I'll be inside."

I nodded and stood awkwardly in front of Puck. "How do you know where I live?"

"Quinn Fabray." I rolled my eyes. Obviously Quinn would tell the world everything about me.

"What are you doing here?" I went to step passed him to the door but his fingers wrapped tightly around my arm.

"I was hoping we could start a little arrangement." His white teeth were showing and he looked like he had recently shaved before he came over. I was repulsed and ripped my arm from his grip.

He was stunned by my strength but his eyes only grew darker. "No Puck," I stated and opened the front door.

"C'mon Crazy Pierce, I know you can fuck like a porn star!" He yelled and I squeezed my eyes shut. I knew he was speaking of my past experiences with guys before I went to the clinic. I wasn't the most innocent girl but Puck was way out of my league back then. Now that he's popular I guess it would be good for my reputation - which is doing very poorly at the moment.

But I always think to that day under the bleachers. The way he treated Santana made me cringe and I just wanted to hit him so hard that he couldn't feel any more. At the time I hadn't wanted to help Santana because of the way she stood there and did nothing when Sam humiliated me. But I was over that now, I think. And I wanted Santana to be okay because I understand how she feels a little more now. She just wants friends, and I need them, or at least one.

"Goodbye Puck," I said softly and turned around. Puck stood there with his arms crossed and a frown on his face.

"Cunt," He whispered under his breath and I clenched my jaw. I didn't say anything more, I just slammed the door and ran upstairs to my room.

I found Charlie reading a book in bed and Scott was on the computer. I asked for Santana's number and they gave it to me without hesitation.

Then I ran to my room, closed the door and texted her.

'Can I get my surprise early?' - Brittany

I placed my phone on my bed and waited for a reply. I didn't want Santana to take my text in a sexual way because I didn't intend it that way. My phone buzzed and I looked down to see her number flash on the screen.

'Sure, why not. When do you want me over?' - Santana

'I'll come to you if that's okay?' - Brittany

'Alright, see you soon :)' - Santana

I shoved my phone in my bag. I then ran to my dad's room and told him where I was going and when I'd be home. He said it was fine and I gave him a kiss on his forehead. I hated seeing my dad alone in his big bed in his big room. My mom belonged there and she was in every guy's room but my dad's.

I caught the bus that took me directly to Santana's street. I had to walk a short distance but I made it. I saw her through the window playing her piano. I didn't want to disturb her and thankfully the front door was open. And it didn't creak so she didn't hear me when I stepped inside.

She was singing aswell. It was all abit magical. I liked listening, I didn't want her to stop. I felt like I was floating again. Listening to her sing was the best thing in the world. It was like when you experience your first kiss. Not that I had ever kiss someone properly before. I remember feeling a light peck on my lips at the age of four by this boy that my mom used to look after when her friend was working all day and night because she didn't have a boyfriend.

No guy ever kissed me, I only kissed their bottom half because intimacy wasn't something I through around, unlike my dignity.

She sang out the last note then slid her fingers along the keys. She then closed the lid and stood up. When she turned around she wasn't shocked. She kind of flinched and clenched her fist around her shorts - which ultimately made me look at her outfit.

Her shirt was off the shoulder and her exposed collarbone and neck made my chest quiver and vibrate. Her shorts were a soft fabric and went just passed her butt. She was wearing knee high socks which looked sexy.

I finally looked back up to her face and she was smiling shyly, like she knew that I was admiring her outfit, but more so her body.

"You're pretty," I spoke softly. I didn't mean that only physically, but also her voice and how she played the piano and how she would bite her lip in class when she was concentrating. "You like when I compliment you?" I asked with my eyebrows raised, because of the way her cheeks blushed a deep crimson and her smile never faded.

"Let's go," She ducked her head and walked passed me to the stairs. I followed her and when we reached her room, she hesitated a little. Then she finally pushed the door open.

I didn't mind that she didn't acknowledge my compliment verbally or even give me one back. I just had to tell her, it was one of those in the moment things.

Her room was really dark. The bed was black and the pillows were red. Her curtains were black velvet so hardly any sun was coming through. Once she turned the light on, I was able to make a path to the bed. Her floor was completely clean of clothes and food scraps. I don't know why I expected her room to be messy, but I guess because her parents aren't here then she has to be a little mature about things around the house.

We were silent for a moment until I could visibly see that she had become more confident. She took in my appearance and walked slowly to the bed. She sat a fair distance away but spread her legs open and bit her lip. She was basically looking at me through her eyelids the entire time.

"I was thinking that I could help you out," She suddenly spoke.

"With what?" I was really confused. I thought there was some surprise here for me.

"With your problem," She spoke low and sensually and shifted a little on the bed.

"What's my probl-" I got it. She was looking at me with complete lust right now and I understood what she meant. She wanted to help me out. With sex.

"Look, we don't have to be all intimate about it if you don't want to, but I need someone other than the cheerleading team every now and then and since you need something new then," She winked. "Why not?"

"We can't," I croaked. I could tell she didn't believe me. I didn't even believe myself when I said it.

"But you want too," She spoke with a lightness in her voice and began to tug on my arm. I complied only because of the look she was giving me. Even Regina wasn't that sexy. I didn't know why I even found Santana sexy. Boys are supposed to turn me on, but right now I was feeling so weird.

"I don't-" She pressed her hand to my chest and pushed me back against the headboard.

"I won't do anything you don't want to, but I can tell you want this Brittany. You may have only realised now, but I really think this could help both of us out."

I looked down to her hand and it was slowly moving down my stomach to my tight jeans. If she tried to pull them down I'd just laugh because I know she'd struggle. And when I laugh she'll frown and tell me to stop laughing because she's trying to be sexy. And I'll ruin the entire mood.

"Puck came over today," I said, looking down at her hand still. I knew that saying this would stop her, but in a way I didn't want her to stop. I just knew we couldn't do this. Because of Scott, Charlie, my dad and my mom. Mostly because of me - she couldn't get involved with a person like me.

"What? Why?" She retracted her hand and turned to face me completely. I looked up in her eyes and she looked so angry.

"He wanted to have sex and I rejected him, so he called me a cunt," I whispered the last part and looked down at my hands. The bed dipped like when you first walk onto a jumping castle. Santana leaned forward and pressed her lips to my cheek. I could hear her exhale a shaky breath when she moved back and I think the kiss stunned her more than it did me.

I looked at her and she had her fingertips pressed to her lips. Her eyes darted back to mine and I had no idea what she was thinking.

"I won't do this if you don't want to, it was just an idea." I don't know how one cheek kiss changed her mind. Maybe it was Puck, but I didn't know. I couldn't read her at all. "Don't let Puck treat you that way. You don't deserve that."

I smiled small at her and looked back to my hands. She was so different to the guys I used to give myself too. They would be so forceful. I don't know if the fact she was a girl made it different, because Santana was still so upfront. Especially a few weeks ago in my bedroom. She had changed alot and I had no idea why. But I liked her this way better, even though her brutal honesty was sexy.

I decided to rest my head against the headboard again and lay my legs out flat. I spread them and I could hear Santana swallow thickly. I was presenting myself to her happily, even though there was a little voice in the back of my mind that said 'don't do it.'

I wanted too though. I wanted to see what she could do because she was so confident about her abilities. More than that, I just wanted her against me.

"Could we watch porn for a little while?" I asked innocently and she breathed out a laugh. She pulled her laptop onto the bed in front of us and turned it on. I was growing so anxious. I was in the position where she could just explore my body without boundaries but I needed to delay the exploration for some reason.

She pressed play on the video and I relaxed a little. That is until I looked sideways and saw her breathing become choppy and heavy. I was extremely turned on, especially because her chest was rising and falling so gracefully. I had never seen something so beautiful. Even the paintings in those galleries that you hear about when you're in class don't match up to this. People say paintings are beautiful because there's is depth and meaning that you can't quite see unless you truly learn to understand. Santana was sort of like a painting. She had layers and depth, that I was more than willing to explore and understand.

In that moment I decided to just do it. I reached my hand over to hers, catching her by surprise. She looked into my eyes but mine were fixed on our hands. I brought hers to my jeans and I knew that it would be difficult for her hand to go inside because they were so tight.

But Santana looked so horny right now that in one swift movement she managed to unbutton them and slide them down to my knees. I was still laying there, motionless now.

For a while she just stared. She stared at my most hidden body part like she had just found gold. But what she didn't know was that I was the rich one. Diamonds are worth more than gold in my world.

Slowly her right hand made it's way towards my underwear. It was like her fingers were on their own little trek. I looked up at her face and watched her expression change at least five times. She glided her fingers up and down my underwear and I could feel my private area start to soak up my underwear and get trapped inside. It was uncomfortable because I had never been this wet before and someone was actually going to feel it.

But she was so gentle, taking her time with each stroke. I wondered what she felt like. It had to be similar to the soft feel of a rose petal. So when she was touching me over my underwear I thought of that flower blooming, from something so unnoticeable to something so beautiful and I picture that's how Santana bloomed in life.

My breathing was very slow and I think she enjoyed it. Every time her eyes fell to my chest she would lick her lips.

"Close your eyes," She whispered. "It might feel better." So I shut my eyes and attempted to relax when her fingers slid beneath my underwear.

I hadn't realised that my hands were clenching the blanket below us, so tightly. She ran her fingers up and down a few times before I felt her lips near my cheek. She kissed my skin gently, it almost felt unreal. On the outside of my swollen lips her fingers would dig and add pressure, which made my back arch right off the bed. She would close her fingers like a scissor, taking my lower lips between them. It's like she practised this same routine for so long and now she was an expert.

She then entered a finger inside of me and I knew that the kiss was some silent way of letting me know that she'd take care of me.

In slow motion my back arched off the bed again and my mouth fell wide open. My eyes were still closed but I was so tempted to open them and look at her. I wanted to read her expression like a novel, so that I could see what she felt. So after she entered me and pulled out a few times to play with my clitoris - which drove me crazy - I opened my eyes and watched her. My moans got caught in my throat because I was trying to fight them off.

Then when she added another finger it was becoming impossible to stay quiet.

"Do you like that?" She whispered and her mouth was a few inches away from my ear.

I couldn't speak because I knew if I tried to form words only a squeak or a moan would come out. So I nodded my head and tilted it back. She wasn't rough when she entered me and I knew it was because she was trying to be gentle with me.

I arched my back into her touch and slid further down the bed. She followed me and thrust her fingers inside me faster now. I felt her thumb tickle my clit which made my legs quiver. She moaned so loud when I did that because she knew that I was close.

I had to change positions of my upper body so many times because every touch felt like a jolt of electricity. My tongue stuck out of my mouth and I probably looked like a really thirsty puppy dog.

I then squeezed my eyes shut when I could feel the orgasm approaching. A few more thrusts and I was all hers. My fingers wrapped around her bicep and I gripped on it so hard. When I felt her fingers curl up inside of me, my insides clenched tight around her and my cum dripped down the length of her fingers.

She pulled out and brought her fingers to her lips. I watched as she took them in her mouth, so satiated by what she had just done. My breathing steadied after a while and we both lay there on the bed. I had no idea what to say. Should I thank her? Should I return the favour?

"That was really good. Like," I swallowed hard. "Really good."

She smirked and rested her head on her hand, just looking at me. I suddenly thought about what would happen after this, but I knew if I said anything Santana would just tell me to enjoy this moment right now. So I did. I smiled up at her and her eyes looked like they had little diamonds in them. Despite the darkness I could see all of her brightly.

"I'm happy to help you out whenever you need me," She said. I smiled shyly and hopped off the bed. I checked my phone and there was a text message from Charlie saying that mom was home and that I needed to get home now to have dinner as a family.

I contemplated inviting Santana but I knew I would just get horny looking at her over the table. So I said I had to go, and she said that was fine.

She walked me to the door and it was getting dark outside. She offered to drive but I said that the bus would only be here in a few minutes and she nodded her head.

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"I don't know," I pinched my lips together and looked to the floor. "When I figure it out I'll let you know." She laughed and brought her hand up to wave. I smiled back and began walking down the street.

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