A/N: WARNING: Smut. But what else did you expect? Please tell me if you liked it and review! :) Feedback is welcomed and I'm open to any suggestions Also, you might find it slightly interesting (or not) that I had 'Songbird' playing as I wrote this and there was a lot of love in my heart but I don't think the song actually suits the contents of this chapter, so I don't recommend you listen to this as you read. Or you could. Whatever :P I apologize for any errors, I did my best to clean it up!

Chapter 3

'Fucking disgusting, dyke!' Shannon spat her fist connecting with my stomach, I doubled over, the pain ripping through my ribs was blinding, why were they doing this? Please stop. Please don't. My tears were blurring my vision. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't hear. There was a ringing in my ear and everything felt numb, I felt outside of my body and yet I could still feel the searing pain rippling its way across my body.

'Get out of our fucking school.'

'Don't want to catch your disease.'

'That's so feral. Wrong.'

The words kept buzzing around my skull and I couldn't get them out. I watched in horror as Shannon's face contorted and darkened, her eyes melted away and the dozen other girls surrounding me faded into blackness. They became shadows, but I could still hear what they were saying and each word felt like a bullet in the heart. I needed to get away. I wanted to disappear. I tried to move but my limbs didn't work, nothing worked.

'You're nothing.'

'How can you're mother even love such an abomination?'

No, I tried to scream but no words came out. I couldn't find my body, but I still felt the pain.

And then a fist rammed into my ribcage again and I heard a sickening crack, it was dull and sharp at the same time and it felt like somebody had put a red hot iron against my body. I screamed the only thing I could even think of.

'Santana!'

Brittany woke with a start, palms sweating and her heart thrumming rapidly in her chest. Panic seemed to seize her throat.

It was just a dream, Brittany thought, only a dream.

But the fact is it wasn't. Everything she had seen behind closed lids in her subconscious was real, it had happened, all of it was real. Not a dream, a real life and true nightmare.

The difference between nightmares and life was that life was a thousand times crueller. In nightmares, there was always the saving hope that you would wake up and it would be over. In reality you could never wake up, you could never shake away the shadows, you can't just escape, there's not a dream to wake up from, nothing to save you.

Brittany's life was like living in a real nightmare, not just reality, because she felt like she could wake up and her troubles would end. But the only thing that could wake her up was Santana. Santana was like her dream, she was like the first light that hits your face and pulls you from your slumber. Brittany had to constantly ask herself whether this wasn't all just a dream. Santana was too perfect, and she could still not believe that this - Santana – was all hers and real.

The blonde looked at the Latina who lay sound asleep beside her, oblivious to the world. Brittany let a soft smile spread on her lips, Santana looked so peaceful. The hard stress lines of her forehead were gone, now smooth; her eyebrows were relaxed, no longer tight knit; her lips were soft, no longer pressed into a thin line. The pissed, angry Santana was gone, here now in sleep she was just Santana. And she was so beautiful.

Brittany couldn't help but reach out and stroke Santana's cheek with the back of her hand, loving the warmth that radiated underneath her hand, the brunette didn't stir. She then leant forward slowly and pressed her lips onto Santana's. Sighing as she pulled away to find Santana's deep chocolate eyes open, smiling contently at her. Brittany's heart never failed to skip a beat whenever Santana smiled at her.

'Well, that was nice.' Santana grinned.

'Good morning,' Brittany said, returning the grin and rested her head in her palm as she propped herself onto her elbow.

'Please, by all means, continue,' Santana said with a wink, her gaze shifting from Brittany's crystal blue eyes down to her lips and then back up, she bit down on her own lip. Brittany's grin grew wider, not missing the aroused glint in Santana's eye.

'Only 'cause you said please.' Brittany pressed her lips once more to Santana's, lightly and tenderly, drawing back as Santana's mouth became hungry for more. Santana groaned, missing the contact. The blonde then swung a leg over Santana's hip, rolling over to straddle Santana. She leant over, placing a hand beside Santana's head and caught Santana's lip between her own. Her tongue pressed against the top of the brunette's lips, which in turn parted happily. The blonde glided her tongue in to meet Santana's own.

The kiss was soft, slow and passionate as they explored the taste of each other's mouth. They didn't rush things, feeling like they had all the time in the world. Brittany lifted one hand to smooth the raven hair away from Santana's face, lingering on the Latina's cheek. Not breaking the kiss, she let her hand fall down to the curve of Santana's neck and, keeping her touch light, dragged her hand down to cup Santana's breast. The Latina shivered and a small moan escaped against Brittany's mouth, her desire growing.

Brittany curled her other hand into Santana's glossy hair and pulled her up gently so that she was sitting upright. She let her tongue dance along Santana's lips as she dropped both her hands to the bottom of Santana's top, peeling it upwards and over the Latina's head.

'God, you're sexy.' Brittany said, admiring every feature of her girlfriend's body, devouring her with her eyes. She then pulled off her own top, revelling in the way Santana looked over her own body, her eyes lingering over Brittany's bare breasts her face lighting up with a seductive smirk – Brittany hadn't worn a bra. Her hands began roaming over the soft olive skin, caressing every inch before she palmed Santana's breast. Santana's chest heaved and leant further into Brittany's hands; she tossed her head back and moaned, licking her lips.

The blonde brought her mouth back onto Santana and continued their kisses, but it wasn't as slow as before, becoming more heated and intense. She let her weight fall onto Santana, forcing her to lie back down and moved her mouth to Santana's neck.

'Oh.' Brittany moaned as Santana's hands began massaging Brittany's breasts and she ran a thumb over her nipple, causing Brittany to gasp and grind her hips down. She could feel her arousal seeping through her underwear. Her hands found their way down between their warm bodies to the space between Santana's legs and dipped beneath the fabric of Santana's underwear.

'Ah,' Santana sighed as Brittany ran a finger swiftly over her centre, her arousal pooling over Brittany's hand. They connected their lips once again but Santana pulled away once more to gasp as Brittany slid two fingers inside of her.

'Feels...so good,' Santana moaned her hips rolling into Brittany's hand as she slowly began to pump her digits in and out of the Latina. Her face contorted into expressions of pleasure, her breathing hitching as Brittany began circling her clit with her thumb.

Brittany was never so turned on, knowing what her hands could do to Santana, she watched Santana's face in awe, and she was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen. The way her breath escaped her lips in jagged patterns, the way her eyes clenched and her lips parted in a small 'o', the way her hands entangled themselves into the sheets and the feeling of Santana around Brittany's fingers was like heaven to Brittany. It was so beautiful to watch and feel and her body felt ignited but she shuddered nonetheless.

'Oh fuck, I'm so close!' Santana murmured in a breathless voice. Brittany pushed her fingers inside harder and faster in response. She almost screamed as Santana's hand began massaging her sex through her underwear.

'Oh my god.' Brittany moaned, rocking into Santana's hands, she could see Santana's need for release growing and growing. Well, she wasn't going to disappoint. She picked up the pace with her fingers and began flicking lightly at Santana's sensitive spot with her thumb which earned a gratifying moan.

'Brittany!' Santana screamed as Brittany curled her fingers and pressed her palm flat against Santana's clit, the Latina's body shook with her orgasm her hand struggling to keep up the pace, rubbing at Brittany's centre. Brittany ground on Santana's hand faster, curling her hips into Santana's hand, Santana pushed aside Brittany's soaking underwear to drive a finger inside of her.

And that did it for Brittany. Her body exploded as she climaxed, her walls clenching around Santana's finger, as she screamed Santana's name over and over again as if it was the only word she had ever known. Everything felt so good and right.

Brittany collapsed into Santana, as Santana's arms wrapped firmly around her waist and they cuddled each other as they caught their breath, coming down from their explicable high.

'That was definitely a great start to the day,' Santana said with a breathless laugh, and squeezed Brittany gently.

'Definitely,' Brittany agreed. She felt like in moments like these, she wish she could just stop time and live in it forever, in that moment nothing could touch them. Nobody could hurt them, nothing could separate them, and they were untouched in their own little moment. In moments like these, everything was as it should be.

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