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She loosens her grip on me and I turn to face her. We're both crying but you would only notice if you saw our eyes. We didn't make any sounds. All that left my mouth was a small whimper. She heard but she didn't move to comfort me. I silently thanked her for that and when I finally could speak, I said something that I didn't think I would ever say to her.

"I love you, so much."

She choked out a small cry but then covered her mouth. I knew she was happy. Even though she looked so devastated and sad, I knew she was happy because of what I said. It was weird that I liked seeing her cry. I just liked seeing everything pour out of her for me, for us. I moved forward in the water and wrapped my arms around her waist. She responded quickly by hugging me back just as tightly and we swayed in the water for a few moments. "Santana," I whisper. She pulls back and nods. "We," I clear my throat. "W-we should just keep doing what we're doing." She didn't respond positively to my words. She moved away from me and frowned. "That didn't c-come out right, no, we-"

"Are you saying you don't want to be with me?"

"No!" I instantly shouted back and she retracted like a turtle. She was hugging herself and I wanted to be those arms. "I mean, we can't, not just yet. We have our families to consider. We don't know how they'll react."

"Who cares," She replies, sighing in frustration and slamming her palm against the water. "I just want you." Her voice was so small, almost non-existent. Her eyes shot through mine I felt like I was naked or invisible. I didn't know how to say what I was trying too.

"I- Ugh!" I let out a frustrated sigh as well and hugged my body. "It hurts how much I want to be with you Santana. It's like I physically can't do anything without knowing you're alive and well and there's a possibility I'll get to see you. This morning when I woke up alone I couldn't handle it! I love you more than anyone else in this world." There was a hint of a smile that graced her lips, but just as soon as it appeared it disappeared.

"I feel the same, but I think we could tell Charlie and Scott and they would be okay," She suggests desperately.

"You don't know that," I breathed.

"Neither do you," She remarked confidently, stepping closer to me. "Just try, please?" The desperation returned. All I needed to do was say yes, that's it and she would be mine. I already told her I love her, so that was the second last step to becoming her girlfriend. I don't think it matters if we have a label though. Since we started having sex she's stopped hooking up with cheerleaders and I have stopped, well, masturbating. She knew how I felt, we both did. So trying to figure our relationship out in a pool was not going to get anywhere.

Instead of talking I let her know how much I wanted this another way. I extended my arm out and gripped the back of her neck. I didn't think we needed to talk any more, just for now. So I pulled her to me and crashed our lips together. She barely responded at first but soon enough her fingernails were digging into my shoulder blades and her tongue was desperately searching for mine. I groaned as I felt her jump up and wrap her legs around me. It was all so slow because we were in water, but that only made me long for her more.

She rubbed her front against me and I kept stumbling, but eventually made my way over to the wall of the pool. I flipped us around so she was against the wall and I was grinding into her at such a rapid pace that we could barely find each other's lips now. She ended up biting my tongue and pulled back with a grimace on my face. She didn't have time to show any remote signs of sympathy because I leaned in once again. The frantic rush of everything was making my pulse race and I didn't have time to feel any pain from her bite. All I could see were her swollen red lips, her lightly dusted pink cheeks and hooded eyes.

Our clothes were still on and despite being in water I could tell the difference between her natural wetness and the pool. Every time I thrusted against her core I could feel her grow slipperier. I sucked on her lips some more, before pulling back and kissing down her jaw. Her head flew back, exposing more of her neck. I licked every part of her skin that was visible to me, including her cleavage. Her shirt was soaked through as well, turning me on even more. I stopped what I was doing and pulled her against me. I began to walk towards the steps of the pool and when Santana noticed she groaned.

"What are you-"

"Shh..." I cooed entering a shower stall and pressing her against the wall. I turned on the hot water first and we both hissed. Then the cold water met our skin and we instantly felt the perfect temperature melt away all of our worries. Santana wiggled her legs our of my grip and immediately planted her hands on my chest, pushing me against the side wall.

We kissed until we couldn't breathe and soon enough I felt her fingers skating underneath my top. Sue is going to kill me for getting my uniform damp and I won't have time to get it dry so I'll have to borrow one for the next practice. But all of that escaped my train of thought when Santana's lips sucked on my chest. I looked to my right and noticed my top had been thrown on the bench. I looked down at Santana and her eyes caught mine as she pulled down one cup of my bra and licked my already erect nipple. Her mouth swallowed half my boob and then welcomed the other one into her mouth.

All I could do was grip tightly onto her waist and cause friction between my lower lips and her thigh. She squeezed my boobs and leaned up to kiss me again. I pulled her tongue inside my mouth and sucked. She let out the sexiest moan in history.

"Fuck me," I breathed. She didn't hesitate like she did outside the bar last week. She reached under my skirt and palmed my underwear which may as well not have been there. I realised she was still full clothed which was entirely not fair, so I pulled her top off and unclasped her bra. I arched into her when her fingers hit my clitoris. She was so good with her fingers. She rubbed tight circles down below, while I nipped at her neck. I didn't know why but I always wanted to look into her eyes when we were intimate. It sort of reassured me that she was really the one making me feel this good.

So when she entered two fingers inside of me I pulled back and we locked our gaze. Her mouth was slightly opened like mine and we were puffing really fast. She pumped her fingers achingly slow for a while, which allowed me to maintain our eye contact. But it was all so teasingly painful, I had to beg her to go faster.

"San," I whispered.

"Mm," She hummed into my mouth.

"Faster." Immediately she began to fasten her pace. I switched between standing on my toes to the bottom of my feet every time she pumped. Her thumb was added and instantly shook my clit at a rapid pace. I had to close my eyes. As much as I wanted to keep looking at her, I couldn't handle it, I was so close. She pumped a few more times and had me cumming more than I thought was possible.

"More," She husked. She changed the pace of her pumping every few minutes which caused my lady parts to spasm and quake and erupt.

When I orgasmed for the fourth time she pulled her fingers out and licked them straight in front of my face. I knew I was so close to collapsing, but I wanted to keep going. I had to show her how much I love her.

I turned the water off and led her to the benches. "Sit down." She sat. "Spread your legs." She followed my instructions once again. I straddled her lap and ran my hands through her hair. Her hands instantly fell on my butt and she squeezed. I arched into her which caused us both to whimper loudly.

"Britt," She breathed. "God, you're so beautiful." I pulled back and cupped her cheeks. We both leaned forward in unison slowly and caught each other's kiss. Her lips engulfed mine because mine were thinner but I used my long tongue to an advantage and plunged it into her mouth. "Mmm," She moaned loudly into my mouth and I kept my lips shut and swallowed so I could keep that sound forever.

I unzipped her jeans, loving how they fit on her body but hating the fact that they were so tight it would take me a while to get them off. But she signalled for me to stand up and she pulled her jeans down to her knees and hung her legs in the air. I understood what she wanted me to do, but before I pulled the jeans completely off, I licked and kissed her thighs. Her fingers threaded through my hair, I knew she wanted me to raise my head just a little to that sweet spot between her legs, but I really don't think I'd be good enough.

I pull the jeans off and drop them to the floor. When I sit back on her lap our breaths slowly collide and she lets out a strangled whimper. She buries her head against my shoulder in embarrassment but I pull back so I can see her slightly red tinted cheeks. "It's okay," I whisper, rubbing my thumbs against her face. I bring our lips back together and at the same time we grind into each other. "Ugh," I groan against her mouth.

It doesn't take long before we're fully going at it on this bench. She's thrusting up and I'm pushing down against her. Because of our thin underwear we're able to gain the full effect of scissoring. One of her legs is bent over mine so we're tangled. Santana scrapes her nails down my thighs and my hands cup her boobs and tease her nipples.

Once I can feel her getting close, I pause my movements. She frowns at first, but notices my hand descending down her body. "Oh my god," She half whispers half whimpers. I pull her underwear to the side and don't waste any time. My fingers form a scissor shape and I stroke her inner lips carefully. I bite on her jaw and she grinds against my fingers, so desperate for me to enter her. When I enter one finger, she gasps and pulls me so close to her I can feel her rapid heart beat. When I feel her growing wider I add a second finger, waiting for the perfect moment to touch her clit. Her head is against my chest and every two seconds her breath hits my skin.

"I love you," I mutter against her hair. She stops breathing and I pause my movements down there.

"I love you too," She replies shakily, leaning into to kiss me. When she says she loves me, I know she means it because there is love in her voice that has been there since we first spoke.

My fingers move on their own now and I remove them for a moment to cater to her clit. She violently trembles against my touch, so I enter her one final time. She cums within a matter of seconds and her arms wrap around my body to cradle me. But I'm the one that should be cradling her. I'm happy I made her feel good.

After getting dressed into fresh clothes that Santana kept in her locker, we decided to go back to my house. We knew Charlie and Scott were at Santana's, most likely wanting alone time. So we hopped into Santana's car but before she could start the engine I leaned over and brought her lips to mine.

She whimpered in surprise, but cupped my cheek and brought me closer. It was slow, passionate, careful. I loved feeling everything Santana had to give to me. I slid my tongue around her mouth and she sucked on it. We pulled back with a pop, but I leaned in one more time to bite on her bottom lip - they were just so inviting. She started the car after that and we ended up getting home at 10. Santana laced her fingers through mine and pulled me upstairs. I was going to turn on the light but I figured we both knew where the bed was.

We slid under the covers, using the moonlight as a source of light to see each other's face. "Are you okay?" I ask quietly.

She nods hesitantly, then shuffles closer to me. "I just hope that one day we'll be able to love each other behind closed doors."

The weekend came quick. Santana and me had been kissing in secret but haven't found the strength to do anything more because we have literally had no privacy or time. Charlie has wanted to hang out with me more now that mom has left and she even waits outside the exit of Mckinley when I finish school. I miss rides with Santana and the free time we spent together, but this is a good thing I suppose. Although it is making me miss her more.

Charlie, Santana and I went to the mall yesterday and while Charlie turned to pay for the clothes Santana grabbed my hand and took me into one of the dressing rooms. She told Charlie she thought she forgot something and that seemed to be fine with her.

Then we were at dinner at Santana's house and Charlie and Scott were washing up. Santana grabbed my face and kissed me at the table when they were a few metres away and I ended up bursting out into laughter. My sister turned and scrunched her face up, while Scott just scratched his head. It was so hard keeping it from them, because it would be so cute double dating. Although that would be awkward.

"Brittany and Santana!" As Charlie's voice invades our ears I pull away from Santana and lean back against the bathroom sink. I'm completely out of breath and with the way Santana is looking at me, she likes it.

"Coming!" I yell back.

Santana grows a smirk on her face and traps me against the sink. "Yeah you are," She husks and I shut my eyes tightly. Think of something not sexy Brittany, come on, you can do it!

"Fat bus driver," I murmur. I open my eyes slowly and watch Santana's eye's squint at me in confusion. She then smirks and shakes her head, making sure to sway her hips as she walks out of the bathroom. I'm soon to follow her downstairs and we join Charlie and Scott in the living room.

"What's up?" Santana chirps as she plops down on the recliner. I notice she leaves room for me but I just stand beside the couch awkwardly.

"Well," Scott begins, taking Charlie's hands. "We were thinking of going to the lake house this weekend." I feel a certain tension in the room but I tell whose causing it. That is until I look down at Santana and see her nails digging into the arms of the recliner.

"What?" She asks through a clenched jaw. Scott looks nervous but he manages to sound strong.

"I think it's time Santana. We haven't been since..." He trails off and by the tears forming in Santana's eyes I know what he is talking about.

"They were buried there weren't they?" I whisper the word vomit before I can stop it. Santana sighs and stands up, brushing passed me towards the kitchen.

Scott nods, "You'll come won't you Britt?" I give him and Charlie a small smile that says 'not without Santana'. They both sigh and nod their heads in her direction. I walk towards Santana carefully, thinking about what I could say to convince her. She's playing with the scratched wood of the breakfast table.

"I think the lake house would be more fun than chipped wood," I say, catching her attention. She bites her lip and wipes a stray tear under her eye. "Please just..." I breathe the rest of the sentence and begin to walk towards her. I'm about to caress her cheek when Charlie and Scott walk in.

I retract my hand immediately and step back. Santana deflates but offers me a tiny smile. "Please come?" I whisper, trying not to sound desperate in front of Scott and Charlie. She meets my eyes and stands up. I'm not prepared for her arms slipping around my waist, pulling me in for a hug. I turn to look at Scott and Charlie and they both give me the thumbs up. I send them a tight lipped smile and rest my chin on Santana's shoulder. This weekend is going to be so hard.

I have been resting my head on her lap for most of the trip. The first twenty minutes was full of awkward tension. Charlie and Scott were holding hands while Scott drove. Santana was sitting on the opposite side of the car to me and it felt like there was a world of distance between us. So I decided to make the first move. I unbuckled my seat belt and yawned loudly to see if that would get her attention. She didn't even look at me.

So I scooted onto the middle seat and twisted my body so my legs were bent and my feet were against the door. I slowly leant my head down and when I looked up Santana's brown eyes were staring into me.

"Hi," I whispered. She breathed out a tiny laugh that was barely audible. Her lips tilted into a half smile as she ran her fingers down my cheeks. I turned my head slightly to see that Charlie and Scott were facing forward. I didn't really mind if they saw this. What we're doing is cute, but really intimate. I grab Santana's hand and place it on my stomach. I don't let go of it, even when I feel myself falling asleep.

I wake up to the sound of the engine being turned off and shifting underneath me. I rub my eyes and look up to see Santana staring down at me again. But darkness surrounds her as it's turned to night. I must have slept the whole trip. Santana leans down and kisses my forehead. I quickly turn my head towards the drivers seat to realise it's empty. Same with the passenger seat.

"They're putting our stuff inside. I said I'd stay here until you woke up." I grin at Santana's words and cup her cheek, bringing her down to kiss me.

"You had no choice," I whisper against her lips and she smiles into the kiss. I tighten my grip on her cheek and soon my hand falls down to her neck. She shudders when I run my fingers along the sensitive parts of her skin.

We hear the door close and Santana springs her head up. It's dark outside so we can't see them, which means they can't see us. I lean up and sit properly, patting down my hoodie which had somehow ridden up. I look over at Santana to see her wink at me. I smirk back and shake my head. We both step out of the car and head towards the house. I can't hear Santana's footsteps after a while though and I stop and turn around.

She's just standing there, staring at the house. I can almost see the memories flooding back in her mind. I have a feeling she is going to be nostalgic all weekend and I don't mind at all. I slowly walk towards her, cringing when every step crushes the gravel beneath.

"You girls okay?" I hear Charlie call out from the door. But I don't answer her. My eyes are focused on Santana, just as her eyes stay trained on mine. I move beside her and take her hand.

"We're good," I whisper then clear my throat. "Yeah, we're good," I say louder. Charlie nods in the distance and heads back inside. I turn to Santana and lean in to kiss her cheek. "You're going to be okay. I'm right here."

Santana was really disappointed when I told her I was going to room with Charlie. She promised that she wouldn't try anything sneaky but I just told her I wasn't worried about what she'd try, I was worried about me.

"Sneak out later," I whisper in her ear as she stares out towards the lake. Charlie and Scott laid out a blanket on the grass and are currently snuggling - which is kind of making Santana and me really jealous.

"Britt!" She hisses, pushing me away softly. "You're the one who said we shouldn't."

I roll my eyes and sigh. "I know, I know. I was just kidding," I tease and squeeze her waist.

It's getting really cold and late. Scott suggested we sit out here for a while but he's just been teasing Charlie for an hour. Santana's throwing rocks into the lake to let out some pain that she refuses to show and well, I'm watching her. I brought a warm blanket and all you can see is my face as I shiver underneath it. Santana looks over at me and giggles before turning back around. She's wearing mini shorts and a t-shirt. I have no idea how she's keeping warm.

"Girls, we're heading off to bed," Scott says, hoisting Charlie up on his back and heading back to the house. I laugh at their youthful romance and lay back on the grass. Thank god this blanket is huge.

I suddenly see a shadow blocking my view of the stars, but I'm not that agitated when I see her grin. She kneels down beside me and asks, "Room for one more?" I decide this is okay. We're only going to be snuggling anyway. I stare at her with a cheeky grin before stretching my arms and dragging her under the blanket. She squeals and begins tickling me until I've loosened the blanket around us. She twists her body and lays her head on my chest.

"We're going to be okay," She whispers, to no one really.

I answer her anyway. "Yes." I lean down and kiss her head, wrapping my arms tightly around her so I can add to the warmth.

"We should move here. Get hitched. We can have a squirrel has our priest." We laugh together before she continues. "I need a picture with you," She suddenly added, as if it had been lost in her mind since we met and now she's just remembering.

I pull my phone from my pocket and hand it to her. She extends her arm and I lean my head against hers while holding her from behind. "Cheese." I end up bursting into laughter when she says that. We look at the photo and I'm about to tell her to delete it when she clicks save.

"But that wasn't cute," I whine.

"It was perfect," Santana reassures me and I lean down to nibble at her ear. "Hmm, s-stop it cheeky."

I giggle and kiss her cheek. "Sorry cheesy, good night." I lean my head against the tree behind us and close my eyes.

"I love you," She whispers. A smile grows on my face and I hug her closer to me.

"I love you."

We woke up sweating. The sun had rose at 6:45 and we both woke up half an hour later. As soon as we took the large blanket of us I could feel my hoodie and shirt sticking to me. Santana looked equally disgusted and she met my gaze. We were both in need of a long shower.

"Race ya!" I bolted passed her but she managed to grab my arm and pull me back. "Woah!" I breathed, watching as she raced towards the door. I quickly gained up on her, not worrying about waking Charlie or Scott up.

"Yes!" Santana raised her arms in celebration.

"That's not fair, you actually knew where the bathroom was." Santana pokes her tongue out and grips my hoodie. Her eyes turn a few shades darker as she comes closer.

"We could always shower together." I whine and step back.

"No, no, you know we can't San..." She shrugs her shoulders and winks.

"Your loss!" And with that she shuts the door. I head out to the kitchen and find Charlie cooking bacon and eggs.

"Smells awesome," I say, causing her to turn around abruptly.

"Oh morning Britt, where did you and Santana sleep last night?"

"Outside," I reply simply.

She arches an eyebrow. "Outside, in the cold?" I nod. "I thought you wanted to room with me and have some sisterly bonding time," She adds, pouting the signature Pierce pout.

"Well we had blankets," I reply, taking a seat at the table. She scoffs but doesn't argue further. Scott enters the room without pants or a shirt on and I quickly cover my eyes. "TMI Scott, TMI!" I yell and his eyes widen when he notices me. He quickly runs back into his room and I'm left laughing at myself like a dork.

"Don't be mean, he is a finely structured man," Charlie counters. I scoff and take the plate she hands to me. As I'm about to take a bite of my bacon I notice a blurred figure step into the room. The noise around me becomes dead silent. I can slightly make out the sound of the uneaten bacon hitting the plate in front of me. Santana is standing in the room with just a towel on and her skin is still wet and glistening. Her hair is damp and looks so soft.

"What is with your family and being half naked?" Charlie suddenly yells, setting down three other plates at the table. I swallow thickly, watching as Santana smirks and leaves the room. Did she seriously just walk in here so she could tease me with her beautiful-ness?

After finishing breakfast and getting dressed into something more appropriate, we all headed out to the area where Santana and Scott's parents were buried. I knew this was a huge step. I don't think I would be able to do it if my parents passed, especially my dad. I'm so proud of Santana. Even though I can't show it now, I'm sure she knows.

We reach the graves and stand about a meter in front of them. I turn to Scott and notice how hard he is trying to hold his tears back. I then look at Santana and notice there isn't a hint of her possibly breaking down at all. She's remaining so calm, but her forehead is pinched together creating lines. Her eyebrows are slightly tilted down and I think it's because she feels more angry than sad.

"I'm sorry," She speaks firmly. Scott moves behind Santana and places his hands on her shoulders. I stand next to Charlie, my arm linked with hers. She's on the verge of crying, because I'm pretty sure she got to meet their parents - which I was so jealous of. I wanted to have that formal 'meet the parents' thing but I was never going too. I loved Scott like he was my family and I really only had to impress him if he were ever to find out about Santana and me. I'm pretty sure I've already gotten on his good side just by letting him date Charlie.

Scott clears his throat and steps back to walk away. Charlie grabs his hand they leave Santana and me alone. I don't want to interrupt this moment, so I leave her alone and hope that she feels better soon. I really don't want this to be a sad weekend, I want Santana to finally get closure and realise that her parents death is not her fault.

Charlie and me are sitting on the same blanket Santana and I slept inside. I rub my palm against the fabric and even subtly smell it. I smile when her scent immediately fills my nose.

"Have you noticed anything different about Scott?" I whip my head around to face Charlie and notice her unsure expression.

"What do you mean?" I ask curiously, turning my body to sit facing her. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Santana approach the lake with only her swimsuit on. I'm so tempted to look, but I have to focus on Charlie right now.

"He has just been acting so strange and I can't figure out why," She sighs, pinching her lips together. Suddenly her face grows brighter and she grins at me. "Do you think he's going to propose? Normally guys trick their girlfriends by acting all distant and then they end up proposing!" I can feel Charlie's excitement radiating onto me but soon enough my smile fades and I realise what them getting married means.

"What would you say?" I ask blankly, not looking at Charlie.

"Yes! Ofcourse yes!" She sounds so, so happy. I don't think I could tell her that her possible fiance's sister and me are in love.

I look over towards Santana and see her legs sticking out of the water. I really want to hand stand underwater with her.

"I'm having an early night," Charlie yawns and uses my shoulder to lift herself up. I smile slightly at her and watch her return to the house. Santana's walking towards the house aswell. She's dripping wet and not one dirty thought enters my mind. I just want to get her warm again.

A few minutes later I feel myself getting cold so I step into mine and Charlie's room. Charlie places a finger to her lips, "Shh, Scott and Santana are talking."

I shake my head and plant down on the bed face first. I have no idea what to do. I feel like my feelings are forbidden but still manage to bring me so much excitement and safety.

"So, I'm not sure how to tell you this. U-um, I've been thinking a lot lately and I feel like it's about time I p-propose to Charlie."

"What...?" I breathe out. "Why do you think it's time?" I try not to sound irritated. I can feel my skin start to burn and tingle. Scott is staring at me as if he was waiting for me to jump up and down. I haven't said anything since visiting my parents. When I saw Brittany walk away I inwardly screamed. I hated that everyone was walking away from me.

I understood she wanted to give me time alone, because she thought that would help, but it didn't. I feel worse every second I'm away from her. "I'd like to think I have your support Santana," Scott replies innocently.

"You do, of course," I state dryly. Before Scott can say anything further I feel my phone vibrate. It's a text from Brittany.

Meet me by the lake x - Brittany

I don't bother replying. "I'm getting some air." Scott sighs and turns the lamp by his bed off. As I walk out of the room I notice Charlie sneaking towards my direction. She spots me and grins innocently. I send her a small smirk and step out of the doorway. She scurries into the room and winks before shutting the door behind her. I hug my body as I step outside. It's freezing and I wonder how long Brittany has been out here. I can see the outline of her figure by the large tree we slept under last night. It was magical having her that close.

Even in the car I felt like everything was so perfect in my life.

I licked my lips and rapidly rubbed my arms trying to get warm. I strolled over to her and stood right in front of her. She looked like she was struggling with her words, so I leaned forward and was about to press a kiss to her cheek when she stepped back.

"What's wrong?"

"We can't," She states. I'm confused at first, but realise that she must have spoken to Charlie about something personal when I was swimming.

"Why not?" I ask tiredly.

"Charlie thinks Scott is going to propose," My breath catches in my throat. Brittany notices and she steps forward. "Is he?"

"He said he was thinking about it," I breath, confirming her suspicions. She shakes her head, fighting off the tears.

"I-if they get married, we can't do this." I nod my head in understanding.

"I know Britt. I fucking know," I say with the slightest bit of frustration. I don't let it overcome me though.

"Just because we're in love doesn't mean we can stop them from getting married. We have to think about them. They have known each other so much longer, they're older, they are perfect for each other."

I smile and laugh at her words. "So are we," I whisper.

Brittany clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "We just can't. Not until we know." She brushes passed me back towards the house. I follow her and watch as she enters her room and closes the door. I look over at the sofa and lay down on it, wishing I had taken some blankets out of the room before I left.

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