A/N: I really can't believe how many of you responded to the last chapter. It made me feel amazing to know how many of you wanted me to keep writing and I'm so excited too. It was a very very nice birthday present :D Thank you all for your kind words, I really really really appreciate them.

I'm sorry for the length of this chapter, I just wanted to give you all something to enjoy and it's separated into two so I hope you like it!

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

Santana and I woke up first. We were at the breakfast table, sitting across from each other. Her bare toes were gliding up and down my leg and it felt normal and almost domestic. She even listened to me when I told her about my time at the clinic.

"I didn't sleep most nights and if I did I'd cover myself in blankets. If I saw darkness then I'd never be tempted to hurt myself or others."

"What made you think you had the ability to hurt others?" She asked.

"I don't know. I felt power for some reason. Even though in a place like that everyone should feel powerless. I guess I forced myself to be strong, even though I was so weak inside."

"Do you feel strong now?"

I met her eyes and smiled. Her movement along my leg stopped and she reached out to take my hand. This is what couples do. They stare longingly at each other and touch hands and cuddle - everything that we've done.

"Yes. For different reasons," I sigh. "People in school don't make me feel strong."

She squeezes my hand to reassure me that she'll always be there and I squeeze back to reassure her that I know.

"Are you going to tell me why you're scared of me?"

"Hey girls!" We retract our hands and look up to see my dad stroll into the kitchen. He pours himself some coffee and sits down at the table with us.

"Hey dad," I kiss his cheek. "Santana and me are going to get ready for school."

Santana follows me up the stairs and we're at the door to my room when she stops my hand from opening it. She turns me around swiftly and plants her lips on my collarbone. I let out a groan while my knees buckle. She takes that as an opportunity to slide one of her legs between mine.

"Santana, not here."

"Why?" She breathes against my neck as my hands claw at her shoulders.

"My dad's right downstairs and what if Charlie and Scott come home!" She ignores my cries and nibbles on my ear lobe - another action a couple would do.

"So?" Her bravery turns me on and I finally give in. My core falls onto her thigh and I begin to grind up and down. She moans into my ear and intertwines our fingers, pinning my hands above my head.

"Fuck," I breathe as I feel my clit tingle at the amount of grinding I'm doing. Santana lifts her leg higher and I arch my back off the door.

"Hey dad!" I hear Charlie's voice downstairs and push Santana backwards. She hits the bathroom door and she looks really red. A smirk appears on her face and she licks her lips.

"Never knew you to be the dominant one." I bit my bottom lip before getting distracted by footsteps coming up the stairs. I quickly open the bathroom door, not willing to stop now. My privates are almost stinging with want and I know that I need to finish what she started. I close the door behind me and Santana knocks softly against it.

"Britt!" She hisses. "Let me in!" I ignore her and dip my hand down my underwear. As much as I want her doing this to me, it will look suspicious if Charlie sees us both coming out of the bathroom. And I don't want her to see me like this - all red and horny.

I can hear Charlie ask Santana what she's doing and Santana replies with "Chillin'." I grin and grind my hips against my fingers. I tease my folds, like I know Santana loves to do. I rub circles around my clit really fast and almost climax before dipping my fingers inside of me.

I'm not sure if Santana is still outside until I hear her through the door. "Faster," She whispers just loud enough for me to hear. She definitely knows what I'm doing in here alone. Charlie must have disappeared into her room.

"I'm inside myself too Britt," She whispers and my eyes pop open. She's masturbating on the other side of the door. The thought makes me envision it immediately and I fasten my thrusts.

My left hand manages to tug my shirt off and I squeeze my boobs but picture it as being Santana's hand.

"Picture me fucking you Britt," Santana moans and I know I'm almost gone. I turn around and stare at the door, knowing Santana is doing the same. I slam a palm against the door and Santana's slams hers back.

I then curl the tips of my fingers inside of me and I play with my clit one last time. My toes flex and I slowly slide down the door onto my knees. I reach up to the knob and open the door. Santana's sitting on her butt, her knees bent and one of her hands still inside of underwear. Her chest is rising and falling heavily and her eyes are lidded.

She has a satisfied smile on her face as she looks at me. "Well that was different."

I giggle and crawl over to her. I realise how exposed we are, but right now I just want to touch her. I place my hands on the floor, either side of her waist. Her eyes ogle my boobs, which are only covered by my bra. I lean down and place light kisses on her chest and she's sighs contently.

"We," kiss. "Should," kiss. "Get ready." Her head tilts back and a lazy smile occupies her face. More of her neck is exposed, so I don't let it go to waste. My tongue slides up her throat and stops at her chin. I bite softly on it and a laugh escapes her lips.

Her head drops down to the same height as mine and our faces are so close I could count the lighter specs of brown in her eyes. She catches me off guard by wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me down on top of her.

"San-" She kisses my nose, pausing my words. I want her to kiss my lips, so bad, but I'm not sure if that will mean we're a couple. So I pull back and because her legs are wrapped around me she comes up aswell. I decide to show off a little and wrap my arms around her waist. I lift both of us off the ground and her arms fly to my shoulders.

"Hot," She breathes as I carry her into my room.

We were late to our first class. It was hard getting dressed when she was unchanging right in front of me, exposing almost every inch of her body. She was drooling a little aswell, because it was my first day on the Cheerios and she loved the uniform. In the car she kept playing with my skirt. It exposed most of my thighs because it was cut like paper in a shredder. At every red light Santana's eyes would drop to my legs and I ended up spreading them wider to tease her.

I know I would not have done this three weeks ago. I would have never even thought of it. But Santana was growing on me so fast that I found myself doing things I would never have before.

When we arrived in the parking lot, Santana rushed over to my side and placed her hand on my back while we walked. I didn't understand why she was acting so clingy and couple-like. It's not that it didn't suit her, because I'm positive that Santana would be the best girlfriend. It's just that I didn't think we were going to act like this. I was only expecting so much as sex a couple times a week and maybe dinner and sleepover - not any of this.

Once we made it inside school I decided to ask her what she was doing.

"Feels nice doesn't it?" She seemed so bright and happy, I didn't want to ruin her mood. I nodded and chuckled and didn't end up telling her to let go, because no one seemed to notice and it felt good.

Spanish class was different today. Santana sat next to me and Rachel looked at us weirdly, but smiled at me anyway. Santana didn't try anything sneaky during class. She didn't graze my thigh or stare at me seductively. It was nice just being in class, close to her and not having to do anything sexual to grab each other's attention.

Puck made his usual one or two sexual innuendos with his stationary. He even managed to turn his chair around and ride it. Santana rolled her eyes and I moved my chair closer to her. Puck didn't seem phased though. He just tried to grab another poor girls attention.

"What's this word?" I pointed down to the list of Spanish words Mr. Schue gave us. Santana moved even closer to me, pretending to study the word. She even put her arm on the back of my chair and all I could think of was if there was no one else in this room...

"Magical," She whispered close to my skin. I blushed and ducked my head away.

"Oh, right. It does look the same..." I replied, turning slowly back around to face her. She had diamonds in her eyes and the gentlest smile I've ever seen her wear. Sometimes I don't think she's real. Just a piece of art that makes my life better.

When we stepped out of class I walked straight to my locker. I figured Santana would just go to hers but when I turned around, I saw her following me. She was smirking and swaying her hips. I smirked back and innocently turned around, swaying my hips aswell.

I made it to my locker and opened it. When I placed my last book inside I felt a hand run from my lower back to my neck. I closed my eyes at the contact and shivered. It felt like a light breeze was devouring my spine and causing me to freeze.

I turned around slowly and leaned against my locker. Santana's fingers were now at my waist and a crowd was gathering around us. I don't know if I cared or not. I wonder if Santana's been this public with a girl before. All of these questions swam in my head but they were soon forgotten as Santana grabbed my thighs and lifted me up against the lockers. I squealed and quickly held her shoulders.

"Fuck yeah girls!" One of the jocks yelled. There were so many cheers that they outweighed the taunts being thrown at us. Stuff like "Crazy Pierce and Lezpez are going to make fucked up babies."

Santana had a huge grin on her face, paying no attention to anyone around us. It made me think that this was all for show. She had never been this public about us before, maybe this is what she wanted all along - to get close enough to me so that she can flaunt it to others.

"Why do I scare you?" I asked suddenly, making her frown.

Her grin completely disappeared and she looked so frightened that she almost dropped me. I know it's wrong to ask something just between us in front of all of these people, but if it's true that she just wants me to flaunt around the school, I have to know.

"I-" Her breath catches in her throat and I noticed the way the lump in her throat slides downwards. She's so nervous. I loosen her grip on my legs and jump down. I turn around, take my water bottle and head out to the field for cheerleading practice.

I pushed the doors open and they slammed against the wall outside. I don't know what I was feeling. This morning was one of the best mornings of my entire existence and that was all because of Santana. Now I was frustrated and horny and fuming and that was because of Santana as well. She makes me feel so many different emotions all at once, I can't control it.

We've been running laps for almost 15 minutes. Sue says we have to prove to her we can follow her rules before starting an actual choreographed routine. We all listened to Sue and Coach Roz who wasn't as clever as Sue, but still had the potential to break down a teenage girls self esteem.

"Sloppy!"

"Pathetic!"

They screamed through their customized megaphones. I was sweating so much that I think I actually ran out of sweat. We all returned to the bleachers to hear one of Coach Roz's pep talks which weren't really peppy at all.

I looked up to the sky and saw dark clouds forming, then a roar of thunder invaded our ears and half the squad screamed. I curled my arms around my legs and brought them to my chest. Rain started to pour down heavy and practice was called off early.

I called Charlie, asking if she could pick me up but she had a lunch date with mom and she couldn't cancel. I decided to stay until school finished to come up with a routine that I could show Coach Roz and Sue tomorrow. I had been in the auditorium for almost two hours, changing the songs to fit my routine but never finding the right one. I decided to give up when school ended and I ran to the bus stop.

My feet splashed in the puddles below and I almost slipped four times before regaining my balance. Unfortunately I had just missed the bus, so I walked back to the car park to find some shelter. I called Charlie again but she didn't answer.

I pulled my umbrella out of my bag, threw on my hoodie and sat on a dry part of concrete under about a meter of shelter.

"Brittany!" I turned my head to my right and saw Santana standing in the rain without any protection over her head.

"What the hell are you doing standing in the rain?" I yelled back and she walked over to me. I tilted the umbrella to the side, offering her some protection. She sat beside me and basically cuddled into my side. It was like what happened in the hallway was forgotten.

I covered us both with the umbrella before I spoke.

"Why did you do that?"

"I'm sorry," She replied quickly and shook her head. "I don't know what came over me. We were just acting really close at your house and then I just thought..." She shook her head again. "Nevermind."

I turned to face her and stared at the side of her face. Rain drops were descending down her cheek and hair. She looked like a painting. "Why do I scare you?"

She stared forward for a long time. I looked down and noticed her fists were clenched and she was holding back saying something that was desperate to escape.

"Please don't ask me that," She whispered through gritted teeth. I frowned, because once again she hadn't answered my question. I decided to ask a different one, one that she should be able to answer.

"Why don't you ever kiss me?" Her expression instantly softened but she looked uncomfortable. "You kiss me everywhere, but my lips." Then I thought of another question. "What if I want to make you feel good Santana? Why don't you let me?"

She remained silent, but she was now facing me. Her eyes roamed my face and landed on my lips. I subconsciously moistened them, just for her. I could tell she was struggling to move forward internally, so I just made it easy for her.

I swapped my umbrella to my other hand so I could rest my palm against her cheek. My thumb wiped away the droplets of rain still falling down her skin.

"Brittany," She breathed. "If we do this, I won't be able to stop."

I closed my eyes and swallowed. Her words were unexpected, but welcomed. I stared at her again, searching for any sign that she was going to run away. When I didn't find any, I caressed her lips with my thumb, basking in the soft flesh against my skin. She puckered her lips and kissed my thumb.

The rain was still pouring, but the sound was muffled. My eyes dropped down to her lips for a brief second before meeting her gaze again. I knew she was silently pleading for me to do something, so I did.

"So don't stop Santana," I whispered against her mouth.

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