A/N: here's a longer chapter! I guess it could be called more from Brittany's POV. Hope you like it, please I ask you to review! THANK YOU :D

Chapter 2

I giggled as Santana's face nuzzled into my neck, she peppered feather light kisses on the skin there and her hair was tickling my chin. Her hair smelt like strawberries, I really had to ask what kind of shampoo she used. I felt her warm hands slip under my Cheerio's top and she teasingly walked her fingers up towards my boobs. She dragged her fingers back and forth over the edge of the bottom of my bra. I had to hold back a shudder when the tips of her nails grazed just barely along my breast.

'Santana,' I moaned as she began palming my breast, my hips giving an involuntary buck. She planted a wet kiss on my pulse point before pressing her tongue down and used her lips to suck on it. My hand slipped down to cup her butt and I could feel her smile as her lips curled back letting her teeth drag along my neck. It felt so damn good that I couldn't stop the small moans tumbling out of my mouth. She brought her lips to mine and captured my mouth in hers, I opened my mouth to let her tongue in and massage my own. My hips began to rock into her, needing some sort of friction there, the clothes were frustrating. It'd be a lot better if she was naked.

'Oh,' I gasped as Santana began pinching the nipple of my bare right breast-

Wait, what? Bare? I opened my eyes to look at my body only to find that we were both completely naked.

I don't even remember taking my clothes off? Was I drunk? I don't even remember drinking. Wait... I don't even remember how I got here. Where was here? Where am I?

No, stop thinking brain, you've got a naked Santana on top of you. Oh, a naked Santana. Yes, focus Britt. Focus on –

'Britt Britt hey,'

Brittany's eyes fluttered open, the dream instantly forgotten, but immediately squeezed them shut, blinded for a second by a bright white light. Why was the light so bright? She rubbed her eyes, taking a moment to prepare herself before re-opening them. Her vision was blurry, and her eyelids felt like they had been glued together for decades. She looked up to see Santana staring sweetly at her, a small smile on her face, with a hand placed on Brittany's shoulder. Brittany's heart missed a beat, waking up to look into those brown eyes was definitely the best kind of way. She gave Santana a weak smile as she shifted upright in her seat.

'Wake up, we're here,' Santana said before pulling away to unbuckle her seatbelt.

'I am awake,' Brittany huffed. She reached to unclasp her own and rolled her shoulders back, stretching the muscles that had become bunched up and taut from sleeping in the odd position she had been in. Santana laughed, her laugh sounded like bells chiming, light and airy and so very pretty.

'Where are we?' Brittany asked. It turned out the white light was actually just a lantern post outside the car. They were sitting in what looked to be a motel parking lot in front of a room with a faded red door, paint peeling its edges, and gold metal numbers hanging its centre. A window was to the right of the door, ugly looking yellow curtains hung limply on the inside.

'Some motel off the Highway,' Santana said, 'it's the least axe-murderer-prowling-looking motel I could find.' She turned to look at Brittany, taking a sharp breath. That little smile she wore when Brittany had woken up fell.

'Are you okay?' Santana said quietly.

'Are you?' Brittany said leaning over the console to push a strand of hair out of Santana's face, the brunette's eyes fell to her lap, her lip quivering.

'That doesn't matter,' Santana answered, her eyes lifting briefly to glance at Brittany's. Brittany's heart clenched as the brunette eyes started to water.

'You do.' Brittany said. Santana's mouth opened then closed, like she was trying to find the words to say but she kept coming up short. There was a long silence in the car, but neither of them seemed to have the strength to break it or even move. They just sat there, looking at each other.

'I'm so fucking sorry,' Santana cried suddenly and her tears finally spilled over the edge, confused Brittany pressed her palm to Santana's cheek using her thumb to brush away the damp streaks. She tried to hush her as Santana's shoulders began to shake, her face scrunched up as tried to re-capture the loose tears that fell. Watching Santana cry was all kinds of wrong. It was like watching a helpless trapped animal; like that time when she saw a dolphin in that documentary that got caught in one of those horrible fishnets. It was heartbreaking and sickening and brought tears to your eyes.

'Why? Don't be Santana - Baby, look at me.' Brittany said pressing her other hand to Santana's cheek to hold Santana's face between her hands, forcing the brunette to make eye contact. Santana opened her eyes slowly to look back at Brittany. It hurt Brittany so much to see her girlfriend cry, whatever made Santana cry should never ever have come into existence, it was her duty to protect her from that. And she was failing miserably.

'This. Isn't. You're. Fault,' said Brittany, enunciating each word clearly, 'okay?'

'Yes, it is Brittany. Don't you see?' Santana cried. Her chest heaved, rising and falling in an unsteady pattern. She pulled her face from the blonde's grasp, 'This would have never happened if it wasn't for me, me and my dumb fuckingmouth.'

'You're not dumb San –'

'If it wasn't for me practically telling the whole fucking world about us, we wouldn't be here.' Santana's crying became more frantic, her face crumpled, 'We wouldn't be running away, you wouldn't have to leave your family, leave all your friends. And I let Shannon, that fucking mutt, hurt you. This never should have happened. I never should have let them get to you – it is my fucking fault.' She slammed her hands down on the steering wheel, causing Brittany to jump.

Brittany had never seen Santana so angry, and she felt so terrible because if it wasn't for her Santana would never have had to tell anyone about us. If it wasn't for her, Santana wouldn't have to worry. 'Santana, shut up. This isn't your fault -'

'I should have stopped them! I didn't even protect you, I should have been there!' She screamed, she started thumping her head against the steering wheel muttering, 'stupid. Stupid. Stupid.' Brittany tore her head away from the wheel gripping Santana's shoulders roughly to face her.

'Santana, listen to me.' Said Brittany, looking Santana straight in the eye, she held her shoulders in place and her erratic breathing slowed. 'Don't you dare blame all this on yourself, this isn't your fucking fault' –Santana's eyes widened, Brittany never cursed – 'I love you, okay? You couldn't protect me that time; there was no way you even could have. Shannon and those girls didn't even hurt me that bad-'

'THEY CRACKED YOUR GOD DAMN RIBS BRITTANY. How is that not bad?' Santana screamed, starting to sob again, the pain she was feeling, Brittany just couldn't make sense of. 'I'm so sorry, Brittany. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry-'

'I'm fine, okay?' Brittany said quietly. The cracks in her ribs had healed completely - they really didn't even hurt that much anymore. The day she was pummelled and beaten by Shannon and a few homophobes was one of the worst in Brittany's life, if it wasn't for needing to heal, Brittany was sure Santana would have taken her away right there and then. After that day, things didn't get any better, in fact it turned for the worse, and Brittany could see how affected Santana was by everything. Brittany wasn't the only one dealing with the consequences of their relationship. Santana was afraid, more pissed than usual and worst of all, she looked so guilty and Brittany knew it was because Santana felt she had failed her. Everything had gotten so out of control that one night after school Santana had stormed into Brittany's house, crying, and told her they were leaving, no questions asked. And of course Brittany listened. They needed to get away. Away from Shannon and McKinley everyone who thought what they were, what they did, was wrong.

This unnecessary pain Santana was feeling now, Brittany wanted to burn, wanted to crush it, kill it, for making Santana feel like this. She should never feel like this. All Brittany wanted to do was heal Santana, so badly, but she just didn't know how. This was not something Brittany was used to, Santana blaming herself. Usually there was always someone else to blame and in Brittany's eyes Santana was never the bad, Santana should have seen that too. Santana should have seen things through Brittany's eyes and maybe then she'd understand that none of this was her fault.

'Please, Santana. Don't be sorry, I'm okay.' Brittany hadn't realised that silent tears were falling down her own face until Santana reached over and wiped them away with the back of her hand. That made Brittany feel silly for crying, it was Santana who was hurting after all. Needing to be strong for Santana, she tried to stop her pointless tears.

'I love you. I will never stop loving you.' Santana whispered, she placed her other hand on Brittany's and looked into her eyes earnestly, 'I'm so sorry for everything. I just wanted you to be happy and I had promised myself that above all, you were the one thing I needed to protect. Knowing that I couldn't was the worst thing I've ever felt in my life. But we're out of Lima now, okay? Where gonna go somewhere where nobody can hurt you.'

All Brittany could do was sit there and nod. She wanted to argue, but she knew Santana wouldn't stop blaming herself, not tonight anyway. Santana leant closer to Brittany and pressed a gentle kiss, wet from the tears, on her lips. She intended to pull away but, without really thinking to, Brittany's hands flew forward and clutched the brunettes head fiercely, holding Santana's face to hers. It was crazy and a little embarrassing, how desperate Brittany felt, but she just needed Santana's lips on hers more than she needed air to breathe. Brittany pushed her tongue in Santana's mouth when the brunette's lips parted slightly.

Brittany really loved kissing Santana, more than anything in the world. And that magical, warm and happy feeling she got when she kissed her now was just as strong as it was the first time. Kissing was just so simple, less complicated than everything that was going on in their lives and to just know she could kiss Santana without being afraid of who could see them, felt extraordinary. All Brittany felt like doing was to kiss Santana over and over again, kiss her for the rest of her life.

'Britt,' Santana mumbled against her lips. Brittany didn't really feel like speaking, not when kissing Santana was the other option, so she kissed her harder taking Santana's bottom lip between her own and lightly sucked it. Santana pressed a palm against Brittany's chest, softly pushing her away. Brittany would have felt hurt or mad or something but Santana had to giggle and it was really cute and she didn't think she could get mad at Santana when Santana giggled like that.

'Stop,' Santana ordered, breathless, 'we have to get out of this car. My ass hurts from sitting on my ass all day.'

'Say ass one more time.' Brittany said pulling away to admire how hot Santana looked with her hair tousled like that.

'Ass.' Santana grinned and pressed a quick kiss on Brittany's lips but pulled away before she could trap her again. Santana pushed the car door open and stepped out and Brittany did the same. Feeling slightly perverted, Brittany watched in awe as Santana clasped her hands above her head and stretched her back, Brittany's heart faltered a bit when the Latina's top rode up a little and the blonde could see the outlines of Santana's exposed smooth abs. God she was a pervert. Shaking her head at herself, Brittany turned to walk to the boot of Santana's black Jeep.

'Could you open this up?' Brittany asked, holding the handle.

'Oh right, yep.' Santana said digging her hand in her pocket. The sound of keys jingled as Santana fumbled her fingers around and then there was a soft click as she pressed the button that unlocked the boot.

Brittany lifted the boot door and Santana came to her side as they unloaded the three heavy suitcases. Honestly, Brittany was pretty sure two of them were Santana's. And one of them held nothing but shoes. But Brittany couldn't really remember because they had been packing things in such a rush and it was dark and she couldn't really see anything. They dragged the suitcases to the motel room door and Brittany waited as Santana pulled out the room key from her jean pocket. The air felt chilly on Brittany's skin and she was thankful when Santana managed to shove the door open so they could step inside, safe from the cold.

The room was dull and cramped, but it could have been a lot worse. A queen sized bed took up just about the whole space and in far right corner was a dresser with and old dusty TV sitting atop it and a mini fridge beside it. The bathroom was to the left corner and you could see the ugly yellow shower curtain hanging limply there, that matched the window's curtains, through the open door. Santana put their bags away on top of the luggage stand they had set up.

'That TV looks like it could explode any minute.' Santana said sitting herself on the edge of the bed, looking stressed and tired. Brittany knew Santana still felt bad about everything. 'It looks as ancient as Coach Sylvester's ovaries.'

Brittany tried to seductively walk over to her girlfriend, a sly smile on her face. Santana looked up at her with wide eyes when the blonde straddled her hips.

'We don't need no TV to keep us entertained, S.' Brittany said, leaning forward so that she fell onto her back, hearing the soft whoosh of air as it escaped out of Santana's chest. Brittany tilted her head and kissed her as Santana's arms wound around her waist pulling Brittany into her, but Santana's mouth felt unresponsive and slow.

'You're tired.' Brittany stopped to analyse Santana's face. The Latina's eyes were half closed, but definitely not in that aroused way it should have been.

'No, I'm not.' Santana mumbled trying to reach her neck forward to kiss Brittany but she pulled further away.

'You are too!' laughed Brittany, she lifted off some of her weight so Santana could scoot higher up the bed, Brittany then crawling back on top of her. 'You've been driving all day. You need to rest.' Brittany said, pecking Santana once on the lips before rolling off and lying by her side. The brunette turned to face Brittany and curled into her body, Santana's eyes were closed and although they were both still fully clothed Brittany could see Santana would be fast asleep any second now.

'Am not,' she slurred and Brittany laughed again, the blonde wrapped an arm around Santana's shoulder, hugging Santana closer to her and the Latina buried her face into Brittany's collar bone. Brittany was just as happy to lie there snuggling till they fell asleep, and that's just what they did.