Okay so Heather Morris has been a huge distraction in my life this week otherwise this probably would have been up yesterday. Couldn't concentrate. But here ya go.

Chapter 14

Santana's POV

The last few days I feel like I've been flying, just soaring. Life has been great. I feel light and happy, like things couldn't be any better if I tried.

The last few days since I went on my weekend with Brittany have been some of the best days of my life. Camping, though that my favorite activity, was good. Shopping in Door County was the best, even though I didn't buy anything. It's just the whole process and experience of visiting all of those little shops and seeing all the cool things they have to offer. The day on the island was an absolute blast, not too serious and I ton of fun. Overall the weekend was just purely amazing.

And it was so amazing because of one girl. Brittany. The weekend would have been perfect if it wasn't for my stupidity. I just wanted to shoot myself in the foot when I said I love you. It wasn't even in that context but I said it and then I clammed up. When Brittany tried to say something about it I shot her down. I felt so bad for her. She didn't deserves that but I just didn't know what else to do.

And Brittany was so great that night. I could tell that she was uncomfortable and so was I but she found a way to get us passed it. She bought me candy and a stuffed teddy bear. She's just so great even when I'm not great to her. That little bear is now my most favorite thing, aside from Brittany of course. He sleeps with me every night. I wish it was Brittany sleeping with me instead of the bear but he will have to take her place.

I've been thinking about everything that happened last weekend and how wonderful it all was. But, mostly I've been thinking about Brittany and what we did in the tent on Saturday night. I feel like such a hypocrite. I told Brittany not two weeks earlier that I wanted to wait to have sex but then practically beg her for it that night.

The thing is, Brittany was really sweet and caring and made sure that I was okay and that I was positive that I wanted to. She didn't make me feel ashamed or embarrassed. She just made me feel loved and respected.

Brittany made me feel so amazing and she didn't expect anything from me in return. She took care of me in a way I haven't felt in a very long time, maybe ever. Afterwards, she didn't expect anything from me in return. She just held me and told me to go to sleep.

I was content and couldn't ask for anything else. I slipped into sleep with Brittany at me side. It was the perfect night.

The more I think about my feelings, the more I think I might be in love. When I said I love you the other day it wasn't in a serious sort of sense, but I think I did mean it on some level. I just don't think I knew that I meant it. I got scared when those words left my mouth and I sort of freaked out. It was just my first reaction. But now- if I said those three words I don't think I would have problem with it. I think, now, I could say in confidence that I do have serious feelings for Brittany and, yes, I do love her.

It's been an evolution of feelings throughout the summer and now I can honestly say that I am in love. I knew I had heavy feelings for Brittany and that I really liked her. I liked spending time with her more than anything else I've done this summer. I feel different when she is around and now I know what that feeling is. Love. It didn't take long for me to realize this but I am confident in my feelings now.

And it feels great.

Now I just have to figure out how and when to tell Brittany.

I love her but does she love me back. I almost have to think yes she does. But, I can't know that for certain. She treats me so well. She makes me feel loved. She basically treats me like a princess. I can't imagine that she doesn't love me too. I don't want to imagine that.

Oh, god. What if she doesn't? What if this is all just a little thing for her? What if she own sees me as a summer thing and after I go back to school she goes back to her real life? She goes back to doing the things she did before I came along. She did say that she would show me the area this summer. What if that's all this is?

But, she's so sweet and caring.

If she loves me then she would have said so already, wouldn't she? Brittany is always so open and honest about herself and what she is feeling. What if I have this all wrong and she doesn't have those love feelings?

I can't think about this any longer. I get up from the couch and run up the stairs to my bedroom. I need a distraction. I kinda wish I was working today. I rummage through my nightstand drawer looking for my iPod. When I find it I strip from my clothes and put on my swimsuit. Which makes me think of the past weekend and Brittany. I frown at myself and then grab the iPod and a towel and run downstairs.

In the kitchen, I open the fridge and pull out a bottle of red wine. I go outside with the bottle and open up the hot tub cover and start it up. I set the bottle down next to the hot tub and go back inside to get the book I am currently reading and a glass.

Once I have everything I need I get in the hot tub. My iPod sits on the side of the tub behind me, music coming out of it's speakers. A glass of wine in one hand and a book in the other, I try my hardest to check out from my thoughts for a while.

The book is good, but not great, it does, however, help in distracting my brain from thinking about other things. But, I think the wine is helping a little with that too.

It's relaxing, sitting in the hot tub with nothing to do. I absolutely love it. I can just sit here and read, listen to my music, and sip my wine. I don't know why I haven't done more of this this summer.

The minutes tick by and the longer I sit in the hot tub the blurrier the words on the page get. I know it's because of the wine. That's a sign that I should probably stop drinking, but there's just a little bit left in the bottle. What's the point of putting it back with hardly any left? I pour the rest into my wine glass and slowly sip it down.

I set the book down behind me next to my iPod. I can't read anymore today.

Once I finish my glass of wine, and thus the bottle, I get out of the hot tub, grab all my stuff and head back inside. I feel a little tipsy but not completely drunk. I can still function pretty well but-

I set everything in my arm down on the counter next to the fridge. I get out another bottle of wine, take my wine glass, and head upstairs to my room.

I don't bother with clothes, I toweled off outside, so I'm fairly dry. I sit down on the bed and pour myself another glass.

After looking around for the remote and finally finding it under the pillow, I turn the tv on and flip through the channels. There's nothing I want to watch though.

I feel so much better now. So much more relaxed than I was earlier.

I'm laying on the bed. Just laying on my back looking up at the ceiling. It's quiet. I turned the tv off a while ago because there wasn't anything that I wanted to watch. It's quiet for a long time until I hear something.

It kinda sounds like the doorbell, but that can't be right. It's probably just in my head. I brush the idea away and roll over onto my side.

It's quiet again for a few seconds before the doorbell rings. It quiet for a few more seconds but then there's something that sounds like knocking. I'm not expecting anyone and I don't want to go downstairs. They can go away. I don't want to be around anyone right now.

Something startles me. I lift my head from the pillow and look around. I hear something else.

It's faint. "Santana."

Crap. That's Brittany's voice.

I try to climb out of bed but things seem distorted and groggy. My movements disjointed and slow.

She's in my house. I can hear her.

"Santana." It's louder this time. Closer.

"Santana, are you in here?" Brittany's voice rings loud through the bedroom door.

I am sitting up in my bed by the time Brittany pushes the door open. I don't know how Brittany got into the house or how she knew where my room was. "Santana?" She asks. She looks confused.

I roll my head to the side. "Brittany, what'r you doin' here?" It's my best attempt at speaking properly.

"Oh my god, are you drunk?"

"Maybe." I say around a hiccup.

The next thing I know, Brittany is at my side. I try to smile at her but I'm not sure what my face actually looks like. Everything is fuzzy and it's hard to tell what's actually happening right now.

"Let's get some clothes on you." Brittany's voices says to me.

I look down at my body. I'm still in my swimsuit.

"Here. Let me help you." Brittany says and then she has clothes in her hand. "What did you do today?" She asks me as she pulls a t-shirt on over my head.

"I was readin' in hot tub n drinkin' wine." I help Brittany pull sweatpants up my legs. "I can do it." I insist.

She helps me anyways. "I'm gonna go get you some water. You just sit here."

"Otay."

Brittany comes back a few minutes later. I moved to sit with my back against the headboard. She hands me a glass of water. "Drink all that." I drink the glass of water and Brittany climbs on the bed and sits next to me. "I like your room. Though, I wish I was seeing it under different circumstances. Why are you so drunk?"

"Dun know." I shrug. I know but I won't tell her. I can't even look at her. I wish she didn't find me like this. It's embarrassing.

"I just wanted to come over and hang out tonight. I know it's late, but I tried calling, and you didn't answer, so I came over anyway. I'm glad that I did. I just had a feeling. Can I turn this on?"

Brittany points at the little television with the remote in her hand. "Sure."

"Cool. I'm sure you can handle yourself, but I would like to stay the night and keep an eye on you. If that's alright with you." She says never taking her eyes off the tv.

"Kay." I mumble. I feel like she is mad at me or maybe disappointed or maybe it's all the alcohol. I don't know. It's getting harder and harder to keep my eyes open and secretly I'm glad Brittany said she would stay.

I scoot closer to her and roll into her side, throwing my arm across her waist. She giggles and wraps an arm around my shoulder. There are so many thoughts swirling around my head but I don't think I could turn those thoughts into words that would make sense so I keep them to myself. "Thank you." I mumble into her shirt.

Brittany squeezes me tighter to her. I feel her lips on the top of my head. "Don't thank me, babe. Just close your eyes and get some sleep. Sweet dreams."

Her words make me want to cry. I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes but I close them and hold the tears back. I focus on breathing and the scent of Brittany in my room.

When I wake up I look at the clock and it's after eight already. I look around the room. It smells a little like Brittany and a little like wine. Everything from last night comes back to me and I feel awful all over again. I have a headache and the urge to pee is stronger than anything. I get out of bed and sprint to the bathroom.

When I get back to my room I spot a piece of paper on my desk. I go over and pick it up.

Santana,

I'm sorry I couldn't be here when you woke up. Duty calls. I love waking up to that beautiful face of yours. You are absolutely adorable in your sleep. I will call you on my lunch break to see how you're doing. Have a great day.

Brittany

P.S. I left a bottle of aspirin and a glass of water on the nightstand.

I have to wipe a tear from my cheek. God, I'm such an idiot. How could I think for a second that this girl doesn't love me?

Looking around the room again I don't see any sign that Brittany was even here at all, just this note. I spot the aspirin and water but the bottle of wine and wine glass that were sitting there last night are gone. My room looks a little tidier too. The clothes that were on the floor are in the laundry basket in the corner and everything on my nightstand and desk are neat and organized.

Brittany.

I take the piece of paper and tuck it safely into my desk drawer. Then I get the aspirin off the nightstand and swallow two quickly to help get rid of my headache.

I have to work at two this afternoon so I have time to dawdle around this morning before getting ready. I'm already anxious about Brittany calling me at lunch. I know I'm gonna have to apologize for my crazy behavior and I'm dreading it. I'm such an idiot sometimes.

I'm wiping down a table when Brittany comes into the diner. She smiles over at me and takes her regular seat at the counter. When I'm finished, I go over to her and take out my order pad and pen.

My first thought is to take her order but my second thought is to apologize for my behavior last night.

I study Brittany's face as I try and decide what to do. She sits there with a half-smile on her face as she looks around the diner. She's so natural and so beautiful it's hard to believe that she's real.

"Hey, Janet." She calls out. I have to shake myself from my thoughts. Sometimes I forget it's not just the two of us alone in this world.

"Hey, Britt. How are you? Come to see your babe?"

Brittany laughs. "I'm good. And yes."

I can feel the heat crawling over my skin. If I was of a lighter skin tone I would probably be beat red, thankfully my complexion covers most of that up, but not all.

Janet laughs too.

"You all right, S?" Brittany soft voice floats into my brain.

"Yeah, sure." I nod.

"Okay, cuz you look a little flustered." She smirks. I frown. "Hey, don't look so glum. I thought you would be happy to see me."

"What? No. I am. Look, I gotta tell you something. Brittany, I have to apologizes for last night."

"Oh." She bows her head to the counter. "Yeah. That."

"Yeah. I'm sorry for my behavior yesterday. I'm really sorry that I put you in a position like that. I never should have drank that much, it's my own fault. I was just feeling down and got carried away. I know you're not a champion for alcohol or anything and don't like that sort of behavior."

"It's alright." She mumbles to the counter.

"No, it's not. Can you look at me? Please?" Brittany picks her head up and hesitantly looks me in the eye. "This is important. I am really embarrassed about last night and what happened. I'm ashamed that I did that and then you had to find me like that." I have to look away for a second and take a deep breath.

"But- I also need to thank you. For staying with me last night. That was the best thing I needed last night. And thanks for cleaning up after me. You really didn't have to do that."

"But, I wanted to."

"But, you didn't have to. I can clean up my own messes. But, I do appreciate that you did. And the note you left was the best part. Thank you, Brittany. I don't know what I would do without you sometimes."

"You'd be fine, Santana. You are a strong, independent woman. I'm sure you are very capable to do whatever it is that you want." Brittany tells me around a smile. "It's okay really. Everyone goes a little crazy with the alcohol sometimes."

I want to tell her that I just didn't go a little crazy.

"But, why were you drinking all alone. Why were you so drunk?" Brittany asks the dreaded question that I hoped she wouldn't ask.

I duck and shake my head. I can't tell her the real reason. I can't just tell her that I got smashed because I was worried that she didn't love me back. How stupid would I sound? More stupid than I already am.

"You want something to eat?" I feel bad for changing the subject but I can't answer her question. Not now.

Brittany wrinkles her nose at me. "No. I can't. I was actually just stopping by. I have a fire meeting tonight at the station. I'll eat there."

"Oh." To say I'm disappointed would be an understatement. This means that Brittany won't be here very long. I pick up the pad and pen and stick them back in my apron pocket.

"I have a few minutes though. We can talk some more."

I was hoping I could somehow make it up to Brittany for last night. I wasn't sure how, but maybe pay for her dinner or something like that. It's not too easy while I'm working. I'll have to do something else sometime else for her. She deserves special things too.

"Yeah, sure."

It took a lot of thinking, but I've finally come up with the perfect plan. I'm not a fabulous cook or anything but I am going to do my best and make dinner for Brittany. I have a whole evening planned actually. Well, more or less. It's nothing major, but I think it's the perfect sort of thing for Brittany. I'm almost one hundred percent positive she will love it.

I found my mom's recipe book and looked up what seemed to be an easy yet delicious recipe. How hard can it be to make lasagna?

Apparently, for me making lasagna was harder than I thought. But, it's in the oven now cooking, so all I can hope for is the best. Now that dinner is cooking I have to get cleaned up. Brittany will probably be over soon and I want to be ready. I have to set the table and set a few other things up for tonight yet.

After rushing up the stairs and showering I change into something a little more date like, a tight black skirt and a button up shirt, it's probably the nicest combo that I brought with me this summer. I have a few fancy dresses, but I wasn't really feeling like wearing a dress tonight. I know we aren't going anywhere outside of my property, but I feel like I have to dress up for tonight and that everything has to be proper and perfect.

When the doorbell rings I freeze. I was in my final preparations. I just need to dim the lights and light the two candles. I hurry over to the light switch and lower lights in the dinning room. It's almost perfect just one more touch.

The doorbell rings again. "Santana. I know your in there." Brittany's voice is muffled, but I can hear her words just fine. I can even hear the amusement in her voice.

"Coming." I yell. Luckily, I already have the matches in hand, I just need to light the candles. Striking the match across the box the flame comes to life. I light the two candles quickly and then blow the match out. I look around frantically for a place to hide the matches. But, there's no where to put them and I don't have time to run back to put them in the drawer in the kitchen. I throw them on the table and make my way to the front door.

I pull the door open quickly to see Brittany standing there. Her back to me. "Geez." Brittany starts to turn around. "What took you so-" She stops dead in her tracks. Frozen in time. Her eyes bugging out of her head, her mouth hanging opening slightly.

"Hey, Britt."

"Holy fuck." She mumbles. Her eyes raking up and down my body.

I blush a little at all her attention on me right now. But, I dressed up for her so I guess I got the results I was looking for.

"I didn't know I needed to dress up." Brittany says and looks down at her own clothes. A pair of dark blue jeans and a long sleeve shirt. It was super hot about a week ago, but the last couple of days have been cool and rainy.

"That's okay. I wanted to surprise you." I tell her.

Brittany steps forward and wraps her arms around my waist and pulls my body into hers. "I'm definitely surprised." She seals it with a kiss. I trace my hands up the length of her arms to her shoulders and then the back of her neck. I weave my fingers through her hair and deepen the kiss.

"Let's go inside." I mention after the kissing.

"Okay." But, Brittany doesn't let me go, doesn't let me turn around. She holds me there, tight to her body. Her eyes roam every inch of my face that she can see at such a close distance. Her eyes settle on mine after a few seconds.

"What?" I ask, but it's barely audible.

"You're the sexiest and the most beautiful girl I've ever met." She smiles around her words.

"Britt-" She leans in the inch or two that separate our faces and kisses me again. I wasn't surprised, but I do take a step backwards effectively entering the house with her. I take one hand from Brittany's hair and shut the front door. I spin us a little and push Brittany up against the wall, with my hand flat against the wall next to Brittany's head. "Britt-" I mumble in between kisses.

"Hmm." Brittany hums into my mouth. This girl does things to me that I've never imagined before. Just kissing her is like heaven. It's always the perfect mixture of soft and sweet and passion and need.

I hope my kissing skills are up to par.

"Dinner." I manage to pull back from her lips a little bit. It's a hard thing to pull away from. She follows me and pecks at my lips a few more times and growls a little. I shake my head and giggles a little bit. "Come on." I take her by the hand and lead her through the house to the dining room.

"Oh my god, Santana. What is all this?" Brittany gasps. She looks around the dimly lit dinning room. At the table a vase with flowers in it sits as a centerpiece and the two candle are on either side of the flowers. The table has two places set right next to each other on the one side of the table.

"Like I said, I wanted to surprise you. I made you dinner." I lead Brittany over to the table and pull out to chair for her to sit in. "You sit here and I will bring the food in."

"But-"

I cut her off by raising a finger and pressing it to her lips. "I know what you're gonna say. Don't. Tonight is about you. It's a little thank you and a little apology for the other day. I don't want to hear another word. Just sit. I gots this."

"Mkay. If you insist."

"I insist. Sit. I'll be right back." I take a step away from Brittany and release my grip from her hand but Brittany doesn't let go. I stand there, a few feet away from her, with her hand still in mine, our arms outstretched.

I quirk an eyebrow at her and she grins devilishly. She's got something sneaky planned. I can see it in her eyes. A tug on my hand pulls me back to her. She looks into my eyes, deep, meaningful. "Thank you." She whispers and she smiles into another kiss.

Brittany lets go of me and I turn to go get our dinner. "Hey." I yelp when she smacks me on the butt. I keep walking though otherwise we will never eat dinner.

It takes a few minutes but I manage to throw a salad together in a bowl and then get the lasagna out of the oven. When it's ready, I bring the salad in first and then go back and get the lasagna.

When I bring the lasagna into the dinning room Brittany has salad on her plate and mine. "This looks so great."

"Well, I just hope it tastes great." I comment with a forced smile. I had a minor hiccup with making the lasagna, but I don't think it will effect the taste. But, I can't be positive.

"I'm sure it will."

I set the dish with the lasagna on a hot pad on the table and sit down next to Brittany. She grins at me as she stabs some lettuce with her fork. She takes my right hand with her left and smiles gently at me before returning her attention to her salad. She pulls our hands up and onto her lap. I smile and start on my own salad.

Dinner goes great. We catch up while we eat. I tell Brittany about work this morning and she tells me about getting together and hanging out with a few friends she hasn't seen in a couple of years.

"So, what else are we gonna do tonight?" Brittany asks when we are nearly finished with our meal.

"I have a few things in mind." I turn to her with a sneaky smile.

"Oh yeah." She wiggles her eyebrows at me.

"Not like that." I roll my eyes. "Well-" Brittany's eyes get a little bigger and I laugh a little bit at her. "-I have a couple other things in mind though."

"Mmm." Brittany hums and rubs her thumb over the back of my hand. I can't believe we held hands all throughout dinner. I've never done something like that before. "I can't-"

A loud tone breaks up Brittany's words. She looks down to her side and that's when I realize that the noise was her firefighter pager. A message sounds after and Brittany looks up from the pager to me again.

"Do you have to take that?" I ask.

Brittany hesitates. She looks down at the pager that is clipped to the pocket of her jeans. When she looks back up again I can tell that she is conflicted. She's running over the options in her mind and trying to make the best decision. I can see it in her eyes that she wants to go help, but there's a part of her that wants to stay here with me.

"Go." I tell her with a squeeze of her hand and then I let go.

Brittany narrows her eyes at me trying to figure out what I'm saying. "It's okay, Brittany. Just go. Help."

She jumps to her feet in the next second after my words finally register. "I'll be back, wait for me." She bends over and kisses me on the cheek and runs out of the house.

I slide down in my seat. So, much for tonight being a special night. I know it's very greedy of me that I want Brittany here all to myself. But, she is doing a very good thing. She could be saving someone's house or property or she could be saving a life for Pete's sake.

I pick at my lasagna for a few more minutes and finish my glass of wine. I bring everything back to the kitchen and put the leftovers in the fridge and put everything away. After washing the counters off and washing the dishes, I go up to my room and take my clothes off and put some sweatpants and a t-shirt on. I'm guessing Brittany won't be back for a while, and if it's too late, maybe not at all.

I go back downstairs and flop down on the couch in the living room. I decided to leave the front door unlocked in case I fall asleep and then Brittany can get in. But, if she doesn't come back I can lock it before I go up to bed for the night. I turn the tv on and flick through all of the channels once before deciding on a movie to watch.

I'd probably be in bed right now sleeping if I had to work in the morning, luckily I don't have to work til tomorrow afternoon. I'm laying on the couch, watching tv, trying not to fall asleep. I think I might have fallen asleep once already.

It's getting close to midnight and I decided that if Brittany doesn't come back by then I'm going upstairs to bed. In all reality she might not show up. She could have done her firefighter thing and then decided it was too late and didn't want to bother me and just went home. I could see her doing that. Or maybe she was too tired and just went home to sleep.

A few more minutes pass and I check the time on my phone 11:48. With a sigh I set my phone back down. Maybe I should just pack it in for the night now. I can't though I have to stick it out.

Not even five minutes later I hear a vehicle outside. At first, I think it's just the dumbass from down the street with the loud ass truck that drives around at all hours of the day. But, then the noise gets closer then the road. Closer like in my driveway closer. I rub my eyes with my fists and get up from the couch to investigate further. Over at the window I pull back the curtain and peek out.

Walking up the driveway is one Brittany S. Pierce. I smile sleepily. She came back. Almost four hours later and almost midnight, she came back.

I move around the couch and go to the front door to meet Brittany. Before I can get there I hear a tiny little tap on the door then a jiggle of the handle then it slowly opens.

As soon as the door is open all the way Brittany steps inside quickly and closes the door behind her. She hasn't seen me yet.

I don't want to scare her. "Hey Britt." I whisper and I see her flinch a little as she turns fully to me.

"You're still awake." She whispers back.

"Yeah. You told me to wait for you. So I did."

Brittany closes the distance between us. It's only a few feet but she feels so far away. I take her by the hands when she is right in front of me. "But, it's so late. I thought you would be sleeping."

"Well, I'm not." I smile goofily at her. She has soot all over her face and she look kinda tired. "How'd it go?"

We speak in hushed tones even though there isn't anyone around to her us even if we were talking at a normal volume. "Okay. It was a house fire. Everyone got out safe that's the most important part. But, the house looks like it will be a total loss."

I nod my head. "Let's get you cleaned up. You look like a chimney sweep. You have black all over your face."

Brittany nods this time. I spin on my heels and start for the stairs. I lead Brittany up the stairs and into the bathroom.

I flick the light on. "Sit." I point to the toilet. Brittany goes over and sits down. "I'll be right back." I leave the bathroom and go into the hallway to the linen closet. I get two washcloths and a nice big dry fluffy towel.

When I get back the bathroom Brittany is sitting there with her back against the porcelain tank of the toilet with her eyes closed. "Hey, is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Just thinking." She opens her eyes and watches as I turn on the water on in the sink. I test the water to make sure it's not too hot or too cold, then run a washcloth underneath the faucet.

"Turn." I instruct. Brittany swivels on the toilet lid to face me. I step closer to her with one leg on either side of hers, standing over her. I pinch her chin between my thumb and index finger and tilt her head up. She look up at me with a look of uncertainty. I give her a tight-lipped smile to tell her that I will be gentle. I hold her chin steady as I gentle wipe the washcloth over the smudges on her cheeks.

"You know, I could do this myself." Brittany grabs a hold of my wrist and stills the washcloth on her face. She looks up at me begging me to let her do it herself.

"Let me." I whisper and continue wiping the smudges from her face. Brittany nods once and wiggles her lips to one side.

I wipe all the soot from her face and set the washcloth on the counter behind me. "Okay, arms up."

"What?" Brittany squeaks.

I smirk. "Arms up." I tap my on the upper arm. She looks skeptical but raises her arms above her head as I requested. I grab the hem of her long sleeve shirt and pull the material up and over her head. Brittany's got a sports bar on underneath. I eye her creamy white skin for a second before I reach for the washcloth again. I run it under warm water again and wring it out. I run the cloth over her collarbone.

"Santana?"

I look up to Brittany's face from where I was focused on her chest. "Yeah."

"Kiss me already." She grabs a fistful of my shirt and pulls me down. The force causes my knees to buckle and I plop down into Brittany's lap. I grab onto her shoulder to steady myself with my free hand.

Brittany's other hand threads through my hair and she pulls me closer to her. I lean forward and press my lips to hers. There's a sort of primal hunger in this kiss. Like both she and I can't get enough of each other.

But, that's exactly how it is. I can never get enough of her. I never get tired of Brittany. I want to be around her as much as possible. In just about every capacity.

"Mmm, Britt." I hum into her lips. She just deepens the kiss even more by parting my lips with her tongue. She slips her tongue into my mouth and massages my tongue with her own. I roll my tongue against Brittany's.

I feel Brittany's fingers on my back underneath my shirt. They are cold and it makes me shiver. She traces over my spine with one hand, the other slides to my hip and holds on there. A few seconds later both her hands on at the bottom of my shirt and Brittany's fingers are pulling up at the hem.

"Mmm." Brittany hums before she releases my lips and starts to kiss along my jaw line. She pulls my shirt up til it's just under my boobs. "Arms up." She mumbles into my skin, using my words from earlier.

I giggle and lift my arms over my head and Brittany pulls my shirt up as high as she can. With her sitting underneath me she can't get it off all the way. I grab the material with one hand and pull my shirt off the rest of the way and throw it on the floor.

Brittany's eyes flick down to my chest before returning to my eyes. She smirks and wiggles her eyebrows. She shake her head a little. She really is a little devil sometimes. I lean in and kiss her on the corner of the mouth before moving to her cheek.

Brittany wraps her hands around my back and pull our bodies flush together. It's strange to be sitting on Brittany's lap while she sits on top of the toilet. But, here we are.

She starts kissing at my neck and rubbing her hands up and down the naked skin of my back. Her lips on my neck kissing, sucking, and then licking over a spot and then another and another. She works down the column of my neck towards my shoulder and then my collarbone.

I grip at her strong back trying to steady myself and find a solid ground. But, the only thing there is is Brittany. All of my senses are tuned to Brittany. Brittany. Brittany.

"Britt." I try to get her attention but she is more concerned with the skin of my chest. "Britt." I try again. I reach for her face and cup one cheek with my hand and lift her face from my chest. "Let's go to my room." I whisper and kiss her.

Brittany nods and puts one hand on the counter behind me the other wrapped around my back. "Hold on."

I'm not sure what she means but a few seconds later I get it. Brittany gets her feet under her and stands. I grip tight to her, my arms tight around her neck. "What are you doing?" I ask shocked.

"Going to your room, duh." Somehow Brittany manages to walk easily while carrying me to the bedroom. She kicks the door open all the way and then steps inside. She walks me over to the bed and then tries to throw me down onto it but I still have a hold around her neck and end up pulling her down with me.

"Not how I planned it but- oh well." Brittany straddles my right leg and presses her weight down into me.

It's a delicious and wonderful feeling. In the past, I've never really enjoyed someone else laying on top of me but Brittany feels amazing.

She returns her attention to where she left off in the bathroom with my chest. "Can I take this off?" She asks in a delicate whisper.

The question makes me nervous, but I'm not sure if it's necessarily a bad nervous. It's an excited, anxious nervous. I knew at some point that this would happen and I'm totally ready for it. All of it. I'm ready to bare myself to Brittany not just physically but emotionally as well.

I nod and Brittany starts to reach around me. I lift my back up off the bed so Brittany can get at the clasp of my bra. She flicks it open with ease. Here goes nothing. Brittany sits back a little and take in the view as she removes the garment from my chest. She licks her lips as she takes in my bare skin for the very first time.

"Even better than I imagined." Brittany mumbles.

"Britt." I whine.

She raises her eyes from my chest. "What?" She grins trying to play innocent.

I roll my eyes. Brittany leans down and places light kisses over the soft skin of my breasts. Finally meeting with a nipple after her delicate ministrations. Her tongue circles and then she attaches her lips and sucks.

I grab the back of Brittany's head and hold on tight. I try not to squirm too much, but it's impossible. My hips suddenly have a mind of there own, wiggling and bucking. Brittany returns the gesture with a thrust of her own hips.

Brittany's lips work over one breast and then the other. I hold on to her with one hand on the back of her head and the other at her waist. I'm not sure what else to do and feel kinda dumb about it.

She kisses over my ribs on my left side and then moves on lower. Brittany pulls my sweatpants down a little, then I feel her place her lips against my hipbone. Not actually kissing me but with her lips just pressed to my skin. It's then that I realize she wants something. I look down and Brittany is looking up at me with her eyes while her lips are still connected to my hip.

She tugs at the waistband of my pants again. Oh. That's what she wants. I'm not the greatest at the whole silent communication thing. I never have been. I'm more of a person where you have to tell me what you want and mean with actual words. It makes thing awkward sometimes.

I lick my lips before biting my bottom lip into my mouth. I nod and barely smile at her before Brittany is off of me. She kneels in her spot and hooks her fingers into my pants and pulls both my sweatpants and underwear off in one fell swoop.

I desperately want to cover myself with my hands but am frozen from doing so by Brittany. I take her in as she eyes my completely naked figure. She has a look of pure honest to god admiration on her face. Or something close to that.

"You're so unbelievably beautiful." She murmurs.

It surprises me when Brittany gets off the bed. I am about to ask her where she is going when she starts unzipping her pants.

Once she's undressed, Brittany climbs back onto the bed on top of me. "Brittany." Her name is more of a moan than anything when it leaves my lips. I can't even put a word to the feeling of her skin against mine with no barriers in between. Amazing doesn't seem to do it justice.

She smirks and presses a kiss to my jaw before sliding down my torso to the spot she was before she removed our pants. She kisses over my hipbone slowly traveling lower and closer to that special place. But, I don't know if I'm ready for her lips to meet up with my vagina just yet. If I'm being totally honest, I'm not, and it seems too intimate for me.

"Britt." I stop her with a hand on her cheek. She looks at me with worried eyes.

"Did I do something wrong?" She sounds so sorry.

I immediately shake my head no. God, no, she didn't do anything wrong. It's just too soon. "I just need you up here."

The realization crosses over her face and she gets it. She bites her lip nervously and shifts around on the bed. "Sorry." She mumbles the second before she kisses me on the lips again.

"No. Don't be I just-"

"I get it." She interrupts.

I can tell that Brittany means what she says. She really does understand. She told me that she wouldn't pressure me or push me to do anything I didn't want to do. And she is wonderful for that. She is so so wonderful that I want to cry. I don't know how I met such a wonderful, caring, understanding girl. I grab a hold of her and hug her tight to my body. Brittany falls on top of me with a little grunt.

I plant kiss after kiss to the side of her face. Brittany laughs. It's not meant to be funny though. "Santana." She pulls her face away from my lips.

"What?" I ask dumbly.

"Nothing. I just-" She leans in and connects our lips again. I don't think I could get tired of kissing her. I loosen my death grip on Brittany as we kiss. She manages to wiggle one of her arms between our bodies. When her fingertips slip through my folds my body takes over. Brittany slides her fingers through me to my entrance and then back up to that bundle of nerves that has me shaking and sweating after just a few touches.

When she slips inside of me with a finger my hips roll up into her hand wanting more. Brittany grinds her hips down onto her hand and we start a back and forth. A rhythm of rocking, grinding, back and forth.

My mind clears, just blanks with anything and everything. All I know is Brittany on top of me, her beautiful fingers moving about inside of me. Her body pressed deliciously down onto mine. Her amazing lips sucking at my neck and ear.

That coil inside of me tightens and tightens until I can't stand it anymore. Then it snaps back. My hips lift off the mattress, every muscle in my body clenches, I grip Brittany's back with my fingers. "Ugh, Britt." I groan in my ecstasy.

Brittany grinds down into me a few more times before stilling and then collapsing all of her weight on top of me with a little grunt.

You'd think we'd just ran a mile with all the heavy breathing. Brittany rolls off of me onto her back. "Well, damn."

I roll my head to the side to get a better look at her. Brittany has the smuggest, most confident, pleased with herself look on her face.

"Your turn." The thought is a little intimidating but I want to. How difficult can it be?

Brittany laughs, deep and from her belly.

"What's so funny?"

"I already- had my turn." She laughs some more. "Oh, Santana you have so much to learn." I crinkle my eyebrows together. What's that suppose to mean? "A second after you came, I did too."

"Oh." My mind flickers back. It makes sense now. "Well, in that case-" I reach down and find her hand and tangle our fingers together. I raise it to my lips and kiss the back. Brittany looks over at me and smiles.

"Stay the night." I whisper.

"I wouldn't dare do anything else." Brittany replies.

"Hey Britt?"

"Yeah." Brittany rolls onto her side. She's like a magnet and I roll onto my side too. The bed sheet tucked up under my armpit. Brittany scoots closer to me until she can press her lips to mine. There's a goofy, content smile on her face the whole time.

I probably look just the same. A big dopey smile plastered across my features. "My dad's coming in a few days."

"And?" Brittany runs her index finger down my arm softly, slowly. She traces lazy patterns into my skin. It's rather distracting.

I shallow hard. "He comes every August, for all of August."

"I like your dad."

"Yeah but-"

"I like your whole family."

"I know, Brittany, listen." I say with a stern voice. She's not really listening to what I am saying. She's not really paying to much attention to me. No, that's not true. She's paying tons of attention to me just not to me words. Her eyes roam all over my face at first but then start to wander. They refocus on the skin just above the top of the sheet that covers my naked chest. Probably imagining the skin underneath she had a unabashed view of not ten minutes ago.

"Huh?" Her eyes flicker back to my face when I shrug her fingers off my arm. She looks at me with offended eye. I had to do something to get her attention.

"My dad's coming for the month. He's gonna be staying here and working from home."

"Uh-" She wrinkles her eyebrows together. "-Okay." I can see the confusion in her eyes.

"We should spend some time at your place." I suggest. It's sneaky, I know. But, it's my way of getting to seeing Brittany's apartment. I want to know where she lives, and perhaps more importantly, I want to see her place. I don't know why I haven't seen it yet. And I don't want us hanging around with my dad all the time.

"Uh- I don't know, Santana." She's hesitant.

"Please, come on Britt. My dad's practically gonna be here twenty-four, seven. I love him too pieces, but I don't want to have to hang around with him all the time. I want to have time with you, one on one. We can't do that with my dad in the house."

"Well, when you put in that way." Brittany smirks and leans in for another kiss. She cups the side of my face, around my ear, her fingers weave into my hair.

I rest my forehead against hers and look her straight in the eye. "Why don't you want me to see where you live?"

Brittany tries to avert her eyes but I hold her steady with a palm on her cheek. "It's not very impressive. It's not like this house. It's not nice enough for you." She looks down. I don't know what she can see with our faces so close together, but probably our noses.

Her words make me sad. "Britt." I thumb over her cheek. "Look at me Britt." I wait until she finally does connect her eyes with mine again. "I don't care. I don't care if you live in a mansion or in a shoebox." Brittany cracks a little smile. "I am impressed that you live by yourself. That you are able to have a place of your own. At our age that's impressive to me. I don't care how big it is or what it looks like. I just want to see it. I want to see the place my- you call home."

"It's really nothing special." She shrugs.

"Well, let me at least decide for myself." I seal my statement with a kiss.

"Okay." Brittany finally agrees.

I wrap an arm around her back and pull her closer to me. "You can sleep in tomorrow. Get some sleep, Britt-Britt." Brittany sighs and kisses my neck before tucking her head under my chin. She slips a leg in between mine and settles in for the night. "Goodnight, Britt." I whisper.

"Goo'night San'ana." Brittany mumbles sleepily and I know she is only seconds away from dreamland. I kiss the girl that I love on the top of the head and settle in for a very good nights sleep.