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I don't know how long I've been asleep for. Last thing I remember is my mom showing Brittany and I her salon. Apparently she's due for her first client next month even though the place is basically finished. Then Brittany wanted some alone time with me because there was a few hours until my birthday. Obviously I didn't manage to stay up with her.

That's all I remember. I'm alone in bed now. It's dark outside as I stare out the window. I wonder how long Brittany stayed here for or if she just chose to sleep as well. I grab my phone to use as a light and walk out into the hall. The entire house is quiet. I gently pad the stairs and walk out into the garden. There's a breeze that flows passed my body and it's comforting out here. I check the time.

I'm 18.

I smile to myself and sit in front of the pool with my feet hitting the water. I contemplate going into Brittany's room, waking her and celebrating together. I don't really believe this is actually happen. I should be more excited that I can tease Quinn for being younger than me, but I'm more excited to explore Brittany's body and make decisions not only by myself but with her.

I have no idea if she's ready for that commitment yet. I don't why we haven't discussed any of that yet. I guess I'm still getting my head around that she's really here and has some sort of feelings for me. She has a home far away from my arms but I'm not ready to let her go yet. Or any time soon. I need to figure every part of her out and taste her...

Holy shit.

I'm going to have sex with a porn star. She could wake up any minute now. If she doesn't I don't think I'll be able to get back to sleep knowing that when she wakes, I'll be giving her all of me. I'll be giving her my body as a promise. Even if she can't keep that promise, it's something I want to do.

"Hey birthday girl."

I flinch and clutch my chest before smiling and greeting my mom. "What are you doing up?"

"What are you doing up?" She retorts smirking.

I roll my eyes. "Touché Maribel, touché." She laughs and sits down beside me.

"Santana you know I don't like you calling me by my first name."

"But I'm eighteen now, I can do anything right?" I question.

"Okay if that's what you think I'm going to warn you now; if I see you on Cops or Jerry Springer I will lock you inside your room until you learn about the entire Spanish inquisition."

"You wouldn't," I gasp.

"Oh you bet your ass I would," she says laughing. I join in the laughter for a moment until we're both sitting silently, staring up into the stars.

I take a deep breath before speaking again. "So do you like Brittany?"

"She's very sweet, I just wonder sometimes if dropping out of school was a good idea."

"Well she didn't have a choice," I mumble quietly.

My mom sighs. "Santana I know she's older than you. I can tell because none of your other friends have the maturity she has. I understand that she's had to grow up a lot different to you, considering her parents kicked her out and all, but I want you to be careful. If you develop or have already developed feelings for this girl then I just want you to understand what you're getting yourself into."

"I appreciate your wisdom, I do," I sigh, "but I know what I'm getting myself into. When I figure everything out with Brittany I want you and dad to sit down with us so we can talk about everything."

My mom looks at me worriedly. "Is there something you aren't telling us?"

"Of course there is, I'm a teenager; I'm always hiding things from you guys," I tease.

She purses her lips and pats my shoulder gently. "We're accepting parents. More accepting than that Russell and prude-y Fabray, so just know that you can come to us."

I giggle and nod. "How do you know Mrs. Fabray is a prude?"

"How do you not know? Don't school girls normally gossip about their parents?" I shrug. "Well she obviously wasn't a prude because she had Quinn, but god for bid that woman keeps a lock on her underwear that Russell lost the key to long ago."

"Wow, I do not want to hear about that," I reply chuckling.

"Well I don't want you to lose sleep over this girl, so go to bed soon okay?" She warns.

I sigh and nod. "Yes mom."

"Good girl," she whispers, leaning over to kiss my cheek. She then stands up and I hear her feet patter inside. I flip my phone in my hand a couple times before tapping it against the concrete. I know my mom wouldn't care if Brittany and I started dating for real, but parents normally interrogate their kids lover until they know ever detail of their life. I really hope they accept Brittany's career as much as I do.

I hear the sound of feet against the pavement and roll my eyes. "Mom I'll go to bed soon."

"But it's your birthday," the voice answers softly.

My breath hitches and I grip my phone tight in my hand. I slowly turn my head and smile when I notice Brittany standing a metre behind me smirking. "Your mom almost knocked me out on the way up the stairs."

I pinch my lips together before answering. "Yeah she watches a lot of horror films."

"I would have never guessed," Brittany answers with a chuckle. She moves forward and takes the spot beside me, also letting her legs hang over the edge of the pool so she can dip her toes in the water. I tighten my lips into a smile because all of sudden I lose my speech now that she's closer. My eyes flicker everywhere but her and my heart begins to palpitate.

Somehow I find the courage to finally look at her and I regret it immediately because her eyes are even brighter at night. Okay maybe I don't regret looking at her, because she's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen; the kind of beautiful that needs to be looked at every second. Her lips twitch. I'm not sure if she's finding it hard to smirk or speak.

"Hi," she whispers. I watch her use her hands to lift her butt up from the ground and slide closer to me.

"Hello," I say quickly before snapping my mouth shut again. Brittany's hand comes up and tucks some of my hair behind my ear. Before she's able to pull away I take her hand in mine and place it on my lap, locking our fingers together. Her lips disappear in her mouth for a moment or two before turning up into a anticipating smile.

I jump suddenly when I feel a vibration on my leg. I stare down at my phone and notice Quinn calling. She probably wants to wish me happy birthday but if she could see what's about to happen I think she'd hang the fuck up.

Brittany uses her free hand to reach down and then puts the phone to her ear, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Happy Birthday to you! Happy birthday to y-"

"Santana's busy she'll call you later," Brittany answers monotonously before ending the call and throwing my phone onto the deck chair. Right now I wish I would have grabbed my phone first. I could have prolonged this moment that I've been waiting for all week. But why would I want to prolong this further? I've got Brittany Pierce here wanting to kiss me...

I gulp as she leans forward. "Oh my god," I say breathlessly. The words barely escape my lips as I stop breathing and wait for her to close the gap. But she halts, wanting me to move forward as well.

I lean up slightly and close my eyes. Our noses brush together first, then our foreheads and finally our lips. Her lips apply a light pressure to mine and almost instantly my mind is a fuzzy mess. I clutch her hand tighter and focus so much on the kiss that I embarrassingly whimper. It doesn't escape my lips though because hers are pressed so tightly to mine that I can barely feel them any more.

I can feel my face scrunching up as I press harder into the kiss and feel her lips tighten against mine. I feel like our faces could mould together at any moment. And I'd be okay with that.

We both reluctantly pull back after lack of breath becomes an issue. I feel the tingling explosion on my lips craving for more of her. It's as though I'm an elastic band being pulled back and then thrust forward, because my lips are back on hers in no time. My bottom lip is between hers and she sucks it hard, effectively releasing a throaty moan as she does so. She opens her mouth and her tongue plunges between my lips. I can barely handle the soft caress of her lips but now her tongue is exploring my mouth and I can't help but grow wet at the sensation. I pull my hand out of hers and bring both of them to her cheeks. I manoeuvre my body, without breaking the kiss, so that she's in between my legs.

She wraps her arms around me, cups my ass and slides me forward so my core collides with her hip. I grunt and push my tongue into her mouth until she moans again and again. Her hands slide up my body, pressing into my back and my chest arches into her. Our heads tilt left and right, trying to find a comfortable angle but growing too desperate to settle. Brittany groans in frustration and kneels so that she's hovering above me. She pushes me back gently so my back hits the pavement and straddles my hips. Her lips immediately attach onto mine again when she's comfortable and I feel my body almost entirely shut down when she thrusts into me. "Fuck..." I breathe when she pulls back an inch.

Her mouth tilts up into a smirk and I lean up to kiss her but she pulls back so I follow her until we're sitting up. She looks down on me and I look up at her and this is exactly where I want to be.

She releases her hold on me, stands up and walks inside, but no without glancing over her shoulder once to wink at me. I reach down to cup my centre and am instantly hit with warm wetness. I groan and stand up to walk after Brittany. I follow her upstairs and she walks into my room in silence. She roughly pulls back the sheets on my bed and then calls me over by curling back her finger. I'm overcome with arousal at this point. I slowly approach her until I'm standing in front of my bed and she's kneeling on it. Her eyes trail down my body and then back up to meet my gaze. Brittany's fingers play with the waistband of my shorts.

Holy shit I didn't even notice I was in my pyjamas. She must have changed me out of my cheerio uniform before going to bed. My heart swells at the thought.

With her eyes piercing holes in my pupils, she manages to pull my shorts down until they fall to my ankles. I step out of them and wait for her to take my shirt off. She surprises me by laying back and lifting her legs towards me. "Take them off," she whispers. I reach for her shorts and pull them all the way off. Brittany sits up again and rakes her fingers up my stomach, effectively pulling my shirt over my head. I feel exposed, but Brittany's gentle stare is definitely creating a more serene environment. She tugs on her own top, twisting the hem in her hands and smirking at me. I smirk back and watch her tease me. Holy sweet hell she's so sexy.

She bites her lip and scrunches her nose up. I lean forward to lift her shirt up but jumps left and I trip and fall forward. Brittany leaps off the bed and I quickly turn to grab her, but she's already on the other side of the room. I stand up and feel confidence shoot through me all of a sudden. Before I know it I'm reaching behind my back, unclasping my bra and pulling down my underwear; all the while sending Brittany a seductive look. Brittany's eyes bulge comically and her hands fall limp at her side. I grin and walk towards her naked, pressing my body up against her so she's trapped against the wardrobe door.

"You're n-naked," she stutters out.

"I'm naked," I rasp. Before I can divulge further in making Brittany melt, she's already grabbing my hair and pulling me in for a heated kiss. The desperate whimper that escapes her lips, catches in my throat and I grunt and push against her. Her right hand falls down my back until it lands on my bare ass and she cups it in her palm. "Ah," I breathe against her lips and with my mouth already open Brittany takes the opportunity to enter her tongue into my mouth again, forcing me backwards until I fall onto the bed. She doesn't break the kiss until she's on top of me.

She just stares and probably wonders if this is really happening. At least that's what I'm wondering. Slowly her face descends down to mine again and she nudges her nose against my upper lip. She then brushes her nose across my cheek until she's nuzzling into my neck. Brittany sinks her teeth into my neck and nips onto my skin, causing me to choke out a sharp breath. I feel a sudden urge to take control, so I catch her by surprise and flip us over. I turn her over again before she can comment, so that she's on her stomach. I reach under her shirt and unclasp her bra, then she leans up so I can pull her shirt over her head. With her head on it's side I can see the impressed smirk etched on her lips. Once her shirt is thrown carelessly to the floor, I lean down to plant kisses from her neck down to her lower back. "Mm," she moans softly.

I pull her bra the rest of the way off and nip at the back of her neck. "Oh my god, you're good," she says breathlessly. I smirk and lean up, turning her over until I'm straddling her front. My lips immediately attach to hers again and my tongue sweeps inside her mouth. She grinds into me suddenly and loud moan rises from my throat. I wince, because my parents are just down the hall.

Brittany's fingers caress my face to calm me and she slowly grinds into me again. I thrust down against her, feeling her hip bones press against mine. I realise she's still wearing underwear and quickly drag it down her thighs and lean down, pressing my face into the fabric. "Fuck," I moan, smelling her scent. I watch Brittany bite her lip, then use her legs to pull me down to her again. My hands break my fall, resting beside her head. I look down her bottom and ogle her clean shaven pussy all wet and ready for my touch. I lean down and roll into her until her head flies back in satiation.

"Fuck me," she hisses, reaching up and grabbing my boobs.

"Mm fuck." I look down at her and grind harder against her centre. In no time we're both thrusting faster and whimpering softly. Brittany's nails dig into my chest and I hiss against her mouth. She leans up, taking my bottom lip between her teeth and tugging on it. Our pace begins to slow down and I only now realise how heavy I'm panting. My recovery takes much longer than Brittany so she takes the opportunity to flip us over so she's on top again. Her tongue immediately lands on my chest and both her hands squeeze my tits. My back arches, silently pleading for me. She opens her mouth wide and takes my right, hardening nipple in her mouth. My hands come up to run through her hair, clenching every time her teeth nips at my sensitive bud. She then moves on to my other nipple, greedily sucking on it until it's at it's stiffest.

"So good," I moan. Brittany moves further down my body, not letting an inch of skin on my stomach go untouched by her tongue and lips. She's crouching in front of my throbbing heat now, lifting one of my legs onto her shoulder and kissing a wet trail up my thigh. "Oh god..." I whisper in anticipation. I slide forward a little to aid in Brittany's quest. She looks up at me and I look down at her and yeah, this is exactly where I want to be.

Brittany leans the last bit closer and blows onto my clit. I vibrate and shake against her mouth. She closes the distance finally and her tongue slides all the way up my slit, her mouth closing over my clit and sucking lightly at first. I dig my nails into the bed sheets, unable to shake away this tense feeling.

Brittany wiggles her tongue violently against my clit, then adds her fingers. She runs the pads of her middle and pointer finger between my folds, applying pressure to just the right parts of flesh every now and then. When I feel the tip of Brittany's finger slide into me, my face scrunches up automatically and then noticeably relaxes soon after. She clips her nails; that's a good thing. Normally I cringe every time I see a girl in porn with really long nails. I don't want to get cut up before an orgasm.

She continues to suck on my clit hungrily while probing a finger knuckle deep inside of me. My hips buck every time she sinks deeper. "Fuck Brittany, so good," I mumble incoherently because of how much life she's taking out of me right now. I feel like body is literally deflating.

Her finger curls inside of me and at that moment I feel as though I'm going to cum, but then she quickly adds another finger thrusts faster and harder into me. My soft whimpers turn to whines and before I know it I'm actually orgasming. If you haven't experienced one before, it's insane. It's euphoric. You're in a state of almost complete numbness. I can see Brittany, but I can't feel her because everything is tingle. After your first orgasm, you'll always crave for another.

Brittany smirks and starts pumping her fingers slowly once again. "Cum," she demands softly, "cum so I can taste you." Her fingers pick up the pace again, then she leans down and claims my pussy with her mouth. She tongues my entrance, eventually removing her fingers so she can taste everything. My thighs quake, my legs feel like they aren't attached to my body. Brittany leans up so she's sitting on her knees and let's out a satisfied moan. She licks her fingers, one by one and closes her eyes. "So fucking good..."

My eyes roll into the back of my head and I carefully sit up in front of her. Fuck. She can make me cum just by talking.

Brittany's learnt how to make me melt and now she's seen me at my most vulnerable. I want to take control again, to see up close this side of Brittany I've never had the chance to witness. She seems like she's taking a lot of care, considering I could visibly see how desperate she was for this. I never want this to stop, I never want to stop touching her. "I hope I wasn't too loud."

She giggles and wipes her upper lip. "Even if you were," she whispers, leaning in to gnaw on my bottom lip, "it was fucking hot." I smirk and lean in to kiss her but she pulls back, shaking her head. "Come with me." She lifts herself off the bed and drapes a silk dressing gown around her body. I grab mine from the bathroom and follow her out of my room. She leads me downstairs, only connected to me by our pinky. It's intimate in a way and delicate. I smile bashfully to myself before focusing on where Brittany is leading me. She steps out into the back yard and crosses over the grass towards the old pool house. She gently turns the knob and we enter the now, salon, quietly.

"What are we doing?" I say with an excited giggle.

"Well I thought they would hear the water running if we took a shower in your bathroom so..." She trails off when I start nodding. Her robe drops to the floor and she walks in to the bathroom naked. I quickly untie mine, of course it has to tangle and I take an extra 10 seconds to pull it off my over my head. I quickly step into the bathroom and watch Brittany turn on the water. She steps inside the three person shower and stands under the water, resulting in it running down her body like a waterfall. I watch the water caress her breasts and drip down between her legs.

I speed walk towards her and close the glass door behind me. Before I can help myself I'm slamming her against the wall and swallowing her gasp. Our tongues collide roughly, the kiss being anything by gentle. Brittany palms my ass again but I grab her hands quickly and pin them beside her head. I pull back from the kiss and smirk. "Can't let you have all the fun," I husk. Her mouth falls open when I cup her sex and slide my fingers up and down the length of her folds. "Mm, so sexy," I murmur. Both our mouths are hanging open, each of us swallowing the others sharp breaths.

My thumb circles her clit hard and she bucks into me, almost like a twitch. I wonder if she's going to cum already.

I enter my middle finger inside of her and rub the heel of my hand against her clit. Brittany fists my hair and pulls me into a desperate open mouthed kiss. She's barely able to tongue me because her head keeps flying in different angles. "Oh yeah," she whines, "fucking never stop Santana."

I pump my fingers deeper and lean my forehead on her shoulder so I can focus just on pleasuring her. I shake the heel of my hand against her clit rapidly and her knees buckle. My free hands grabs tightly around her waist to keep her upright and I don't stop fingering her, even when she moans loudly that she's about to cum.

I feel the difference in wetness hit my fingers and quickly bring them to my lips to have a taste. "Fuck," I whisper, then soon enough enter them inside her again. She wraps a leg around my body, as though she's clinging to me for dear life and if she lets go she'll sink into the ground. I can feel my own pussy start to throb again and lift my head to Brittany's ear. "Fuck me again, please," I beg. Brittany's right hand falls to my sex and she doesn't waste any time before entering me. My own hand pauses for a second to get used to hers, but then my fingers continue pumping until she comes undone again and again.

It doesn't take much to make me cum this time. We cling to each other to keep us from falling. Brittany's eyes find mine. It feels like I haven't look into them in so long. I reach up and run my finger along her lips and then caress her cheek. She leans forward and kiss me with everything she has. It's desperate, but this time much more passionate, less sloppy. She locks our fingers together and then grabs my hip with her free hand.

This time there's no tongue. I'm able to savour the softness of her lips. I'm able to hold her tightly without it having any sexual meaning. I'm able to hug her, after just making love to her. She rests her chin on my shoulder and presses light, innocent kisses to my skin every now and then.

"Wow," is all I can say.

"That wasn't just sex to me," she whispers back. She doesn't give an explanation and I accept that. I accept we lead different lives and soon this night/morning will just be a really amazing memory that I'll want to relive again. I accept that Brittany might have to leave soon, I just hope she stays.

"Me either."

There's banging on my door that startles me awake. I have limited movement considering Brittany's body is draped over mine. We sneaked back into my room and I managed to retrieve my phone from near the pool. I had my alarm set, but obviously I slept through it. Now Brittany's awake and grumbling right into my ear.

I turn over and out chests are pressed together. I feel a shot of arousal when her thigh moves between my legs. The smile on her face proves to me that it was an innocent move. I lean down and capture Brittany's lips, massaging them softly until the banging becomes an issue. A fucking annoying ass issue. Can't a girl get her mack on in this house without being interrupted?

Brittany giggles at my frustration and I lean up. The sheet falls from my body and drapes around my waist. Brittany's eyes instantly fall to my tits and she licks her lips slowly. We're in a trance, staring at each other, that we don't notice the door open.

"Santana did you forget you had sch - Oh my lord!" My mom screams, covering her eyes and standing by the door.

I squeal and leap forward, wrapping the sheets around Brittany and I. "Mom get out!"

"I'm s-sorry Santana it's not like I knew you and Brittany were fornicating!"

"Oh my god," I say breathlessly, wiping the sweat from my brow. "Please stop talking and walk away."

My mom clears her throat. "Hurry up and get dressed for school," she says firmly and walks out. I look down at Brittany and I notice her eyes have widened and her teeth clenched on the edge of the sheet.

"Awkward," I mutter, "real awkward."

"I don't think I can look at your mother again," Brittany says shaking her head.

"I don't think I can leave this room. I'll search google for a private tutor and I'll get Quinn to send over food every night..."

Brittany laughs, "Santana it's okay," she shrugs, "I was just joking, but obviously you're not."

I grin innocently. "It could be fun."

She leans over and presses a firm kiss to my lips. "It feels so good doing that," she whispers.

"I know right," I agree, leaning in again but a finger in front of my lips stops me. I frown and watch Brittany raise her eyebrows.

"If you want anymore of this, you have to go to school," she orders. I noticeably deflate but do the right thing. I tell her to text me during the day because I'm going to be dead bored during class and Mrs. Hagberg isn't my teacher at all today.

After I've put my cheerios uniform on, Brittany doesn't let me leave without slapping my ass and sticking her tongue down my throat. "Holy shit," I pant when she pulls back. Brittany simply winks at me and then points to the door. I sigh and tell her I'll pick up some food for Lord Tubbington before I get home.

"No let me come," she says, suddenly looking more like the vulnerable one. I nod my head and grin at her before walking out the door.

authors note: So the next chapter will be a continuation of this :)
Recently there has been so much heartbreak and devastation (to put it lightly) in the Brittana fandom and I really hope fanfiction helps you guys like it helps me!

Brittana will always be endgame, never think otherwise. Thanks for reading !