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I wish time would stop for a second so I would be able to just stare at her.

"Santana pick up your damn socks off the floor!"

But time and I have a rocky relationship and we're no longer speaking.

"What are you staring at?" Brittany asks suspiciously, eyeing me from over her spoon. I shrug innocently and continue crunching on my toast. My mom walks in the room and throws a pair of socks at me, hitting me right in the mouth. I choke and splutter out Spanish curse words but my mom just struts off out of the room.

I roll my eyes and throw my socks across the room towards the sofa. Brittany's eyebrows are raised and I can tell she's waiting for an answer. "She's just worried about LA."

It's Thursday and since my birthday, my mom has been avoiding me – only occasionally muttering a goodbye. She's definitely happy about the fact Brittany and I are together. It's just the fact that I'm travelling out of the state without her or my dad that's got her acting like a 12 year old.

I thought about letting Brittany go by herself, because it's her career she's giving up and I really have nothing to do with that part of her life. She keeps reassuring me though that she wants me meet her friends and witness the misunderstood world of porn she's come to love. I don't know if she wants to show me her collection of videos or that was just hypothetical…

"I'll take care of you," Brittany says casually, "she knows I will." We share a smile and I rise off my chair to lean forward. She does the same and we're both prepared for a soft kiss but fall short when my dad strides into the kitchen singing some old rock ballad.

We quickly pull back and I almost knock my glass of juice over. "Oh girls, shouldn't you be getting to school?"

I nod, unable to speak when I shove the remaining toast in my mouth. "Have a good day Mr. Lopez," Brittany says kindly as she stands up from the table and takes her plate to the sink.

"You too sweetheart," he responds, "and don't let that Sue Sylvester walk all over you. She might have size 11 feet but she doesn't have good balance. I remember when Santana's mother and I went and watched her first competition; we thought Sue was drunk because she was stumbling left and right," he sighs, "Santana later informed us she hasn't had a drink in 14 years. You can see how that could be a shock." He stares at Brittany intensely, wanting her to agree. But Brittany just half smiles awkwardly and looks to me for support.

I stare blankly at her and shake my head, lugging my bag over my shoulder and heading for the door. Brittany follows quickly and just as we're heading out the door we hear a hiss and a scream.

"Darling are you all right?" My dad shouts at the bottom of the stairs. He got there so freaking fast.

"There is a cat making itself at home on our bed!"

Brittany clasps her hand over her mouth. Oh shit. "What d-d-do you mean there is a cat, we don't have a cat," I stutter out and my dad whips his head to us.

"First a girlfriend, now a cat? Santana something is telling me you really like pus–"

"Oh my god," I scrunch my face and walk towards the stairs, "please stop." I can hear Brittany giggling behind us, refusing to own up to the fact that she is the reason Lord Tubbington is in the house at all.

"Why did you think you could hide a cat from us Santana?" My mom says holding the cat in her arms like a baby.

"It's been like two weeks and you didn't notice," I begin and my mother glares at me, "um I mean, we adopted it, well Brittany did…he belongs to Brittany." Brittany gasps softly behind me and I smirk, turning around and meeting her red flushed face.

"Brittany, I love him," my mom coos. Everyone snaps their heads to my mom and we all give her our best 'what the fuck' faces. "I love big fluffy cats!"

"Okay you better get to school," my dad murmurs beside me, shoving me towards the door. I nod and hurry after Brittany who is already halfway to the car. We both step inside and I turn on the air conditioner because today is apparently meant to be the hottest day of the week.

I catch Brittany staring at me from the corner of my eye and smirk at her. "She loves you and your pussy." I mentally slap myself for blurting that out.

"What do you mean you're not going to be here on the weekend?"

"I'm just going for a day and a half Quinn it's not a big deal," I reply tiredly. Quinn has been nagging me since I told her I'll be heading to LA, because apparently we promised each other we would travel outside the state for the first time together. I don't remember making any such promises.

"Santana I swear to god," Quinn hisses in frustration, "you're not married to this girl, why are you acting like you're so in love?"

"Because I am," I shout back defensively. I hear Quinn scoff as she turns around and I walk around her to look her in the eyes. "What the hell is up? You know how I feel about Brittany, you were there at Puck's party, you know," I invade her space until she looks up at me, "why are you going crazy now?"

"Because, I don't want her to take you away from me," Quinn says sadly, biting her bottom lip. I frown and place my hand on her forearm.

"There is no way I'm going to leave my best friend, not when you're acting like Britney Spears circa 2007." I pinch my lips together and watch her expression change from angry to amused. I smile and rub her arm lightly. "You have nothing to worry about."

"What if you like LA better than here," she sighs, "who am I kidding, anywhere is better than Lima, Ohio."

I laugh, still stroking her arm. "Yeah," I shrug, "but there's only one Quinn in this world that I'd be happy to live in Ohio with for the rest of my life." Quinn laughs, punching my shoulder lightly and then pulling me back into a hug. I rest my chin on her shoulder and purse my lips.

"So," I whisper after a few seconds of silence, "what's up with you and Berry? Are you still fantasizing or have you actually tapped that?" Quinn pinches my shoulder hard and I yelp and jump back.

"She is my friend," Quinn states firmly.

I puff my cheeks up and scratch my head. "That's a big step for you Fabray."

"Yeah well," she shuffles between feet and stares at the floor shyly, "you and Brittany kind of inspire me." My eyes light up at the comment and I send her a half smile.

"How?" I ask curiously.

"Well, Brittany's career isn't exactly smiled upon but you still love her regardless, you even introduced her to me! I'm the religious prude," she winks, "and you trusted me. That means so much to me Santana. So if you must know," she inhales deeply, "I like where my friendship with Rachel is heading."

I shimmy towards her and go in for another hug but she swats me away with her hands like claws and I cower backwards. "All right, all right," I say laughing. I punch her lightly on the shoulder. "I'm proud of you Quinn, Sam should be punching himself in the lady nuts right now for breaking up with you."

"Oh yeah about that," Quinn squints, "I actually did the dumping."

My hand reaches up to slap her shoulder and she winces. "Why did you tell me Sam broke up with you?"

"Because it was the easier option," she replies casually, "why would I tell you I broke up with Sam because Rachel Berry was starting to make my lady parts do hand stands."

"You have a point."

"Exactly," she sighs, "don't bother checking up on Sam because he's fine. It took him like a day to get over it." I roll my eyes and we head out of the locker room. Just as we open the door, Brittany's in front of us with a huge grin.

"Excuse me Quinn, do you mind if I have a word with Santana?" She asks sweetly. Quinn rolls her eyes, smirking and then walks out of the room. I turn around and walk away from Brittany slowly, making sure to sway my hips.

"What did you want to talk about coach?" I ask feigning innocence, twirling my cheerios skirt between two fingers. Brittany watches me intensely and carefully steps forward, but detours so she isn't heading in my direction. She's teasing, great.

"Just your performance lately, it's good," she says calmly. I nod in response, finding myself caught between the bench and lockers. Brittany gazes around the room, taking her time to reach me.

"Is there something I can do to make it great?" I husk and then quickly shake my head. "No, no, this sounds like a terribly written gay porno."

Brittany giggles and reaches the bench I'm beside. She sits down and grabs my waist, pulling me onto her lap. I brace myself by placing my hands on her shoulders and when I'm settled, I stare into her blue eyes and am paralysed. I have no idea how she does it.

"I've had some girls inform that I'm treating you a little differently to the rest," she says in a thick southern accent. I laugh and shake my head.

"Differently how?" I ask, feigning innocence.

"They're saying I've been touching you and kissing you inappropriately," she explains, running her hands up my sides. I suck in a sharp breath and squeeze her shoulders a little tighter.

"Touching me how?" I whisper. Brittany licks her upper lip and shuffles a bit on her butt.

"They say I caress you intimately," she whispers, brushing a hand along my throat. "They say I look at you like you're the only person in the room - I look at you like I'm starving."

I can feel my pulse start to race and my heart is hammering. Brittany holds me closer to her so we're pressed right against each other. She moves the hand that is still on my side down to my thigh and keeps trailing her fingers upwards until they meet my warm centre.

"They didn't inform me you would be this wet," she husks, leaning forward to nibble on my bottom lip. She teases my folds through my underwear until I'm squirming against her.

"Britt please," I whine, rubbing myself against her fingers.

"What?" She asks innocently, stopping her movements.

I roll my eyes and grip the back of her head. "Fuck you," I hiss before smashing our lips together. Brittany saves herself from falling back off the bench by leaning on her hands, allowing me to take control. I run my hands down her stomach until I'm spreading her legs and dipping one hand beneath her tight shorts.

"Ugh," she groans, gripping onto the back of my shirt. I rub her over her underwear until she's soaking and then proceed to play with her clit over the fabric until she's moaning loudly. I'm a little afraid someone might walk in, but I can't stop. Once Brittany has me in her arms I never want to leave.

I let my fingers dip lower until they tickle her entrance, causing her to twitch and jump beneath me. She kisses my jaw, working her lips down to my neck and sucking on my flesh until it's bruised. Brittany pushes up against my fingers as I wiggle the against her folds. I plunge two fingers deep inside Brittany, causing her to cry out and bite my skin. I hiss and snap back away from her because damn her teeth are sharp. My fingers halt right inside of her but she thrusts forward, urging me to start my motions again.

I press the tips of my fingers against her inner walls and feel her tighten then loosen around me. Brittany continues marking my skin, only pausing when I push deeper into her. She tenses and grabs my hand and I think she's going to tell me I'm hurting her. "Don't stop," she whispers instead and I thrust my fingers in and out fast.

Brittany rolls her body into me, effectively giving me some friction to get off to as well. She palms my left breast and gently squeezes it in her hand. "Your h-hard through y-y-your shirt..." Brittany says through fast breaths. I lick my lips and moan, rolling my head back when Brittany teases my nipple with her fingers.

"Fuck, fuck, fu..." I trail off when I notice Brittany's expression change. Her mouth is wider and her lower half is shaking violently against my hand. I hold her shoulder with my free hand to balance her and she presses her head to my shoulder.

"Mm yeah, keep going," she whispers, "faster!" I clench my jaw and focus on the fingers inside her. My fingers curl and she quivers. I slowly pull them out and roughly rub her clit. She tenses her legs out in the air and I hold on to her tight, like I'm riding one of those mechanical bulls that could fling you off them at any second. Brittany stays grounded though and eventually relaxes underneath me when her orgasm passes through.

"Magic fingers," she breathes. I giggle and hop off her lap, expecting to leave. She catches my wrist and stands up, immediately pushing me back against the lockers when we're both on our feet. She moans into my mouth when she kisses me and I grab her waist tight. Her tongue sneaks between my lips and I whimper loudly into her mouth. She grabs my thighs and lifts me up, my ankles locking around her back. "I want to take you to dinner," she whispers when the kiss is broken. I sigh and lick my mouth to taste Brittany.

"What do you mean? Like a proper date?"

"Yeah," she smirks, "we can go dancing, I know how much you love my dancing."

I laugh and hop down to the ground. "We should leave the dancing to LA, there aren't enough awesome places around here that would be able to handle your hot moves."

She raises an eyebrow. "Oh LA can't even handle this," she says laughing.

I chuckle quietly. "We'll definitely go on a date, just dinner though," I reply softly, then lean forward for a quick kiss, but of course we hear the door whip open and quickly break apart.

"Holy shit you're still in here!" Quinn gasps, slapping her hands against her thighs and turning around to walk out again. Brittany chuckles and wraps her arms around my waist. I lean my head back on her shoulder and sigh in relief.

"Why does she always swear so casually? She goes to church and wears a cross around her neck."

"I ask myself that everyday," I murmur.

During lunch I had to sit in the teachers lounge. I knew Will and Sue but they don't get along so I had to make a choice. I could've gone with the obvious option and sat with Sue because she did tap on the table to call me over when I walked in. However, Will Schuester greeted me with a fresh cup of coffee and invited me to sit with him and his friend Emma.

I looked across to where he was pointing and noticed a petite red head with transparent gloves on, vigorously rubbing her grapes. Oh god if Santana saw that - wanky. Sue slammed her foot on the floor which caught my attention and scared me a little. I felt like if I didn't go and sit with her she would throw her protein shake over my head.

But I chose neither. That's how I ended up sitting at a table between the two enemies, alone. I didn't want to be rude to Will so I declined his offer as politely as possible. I also just shrugged apologetically to Sue and crept over to the empty table. It isn't long till my phone vibrates in my pocket and I jump slightly. I peer around the room to check if anyone saw and sigh in relief when they're all either eating or talking while eating.

I pick my phone out of my pocket and slide open the new message. I grin when I see it's from Santana.

Hows lunch? - Santana

Lonely, where are you? - Brittany

Why lonely? I'm in the cafeteria with Quinn. She invited Rachel Berry to sit with us for the first time - Santana

I frown, trying to remember Rachel. Oh yeah, she was the loud one in Glee club that really wanted Quinn to perform instead of Mike. He was a really good dancer, I can totally see him going on tour for Beyonce or someone of her calibre.

Because my head's not between your legs - Brittany

I smirk and giggle to myself. Teasing Santana has become my favourite thing in the world to do. Well other than kissing her and just being around her. Will stands up from his table and mumbles something to Emma. In no time they're walking in my direction and sitting down on the two empty chairs.

"Hello," Emma chirps.

I grin politely and stick my hand out. "Hi, Brittany Pierce."

"Oh yes, I've heard about you," she says softly, making me have to strain my hearing. "What is it you do exactly with Sue?"

I'm about to speak when I feel a vibration in my hand and I look down. My eyes bug but I try to remain stoic because I'm around older people and they probably don't sext anymore. I'm pretty sure Emma never did.

"I um, I'm her assistant so I do all the things an assistant would do," I stammer, causing Will to laugh loudly. I'm pretty sure it was just a pity laugh. Emma chuckles awkwardly, probably because Will is, and then chomps on a grape.

"That sounds like a dream," she says still chuckling. I nod my head for a while, not knowing what else to say. Luckily she speaks again. "So what did you do before you got the best job in the world?"

I laugh genuinely, because Emma might look like a pushover but she can be a sarcastic shit and I love it. I don't think I should call her that out loud though. I place my phone on the table so I'm not distracted, even though Santana's text is still burning hot in my mind.

"I worked in LA."

Emma nods, her lips in a tight smile. "Why the move from LA to Ohio?"

I sigh. "So many people don't appreciate a small, close-knit town. I bet they'd all love to live in LA, where as I would give it all up to spend the rest of my life here." I grab my water bottle and twist open the cap.

Will smiles really big and so does Emma. They look at each other and get a little distracted. Now they're just kind of gazing into each other's eyes. I take the opportunity to look at Santana's text again.

I'm still wet from before in the locker room. I wish you were here to have me for lunch - Santana

Fuck you Santana...so so hard - Brittany

I shake my head and shove my phone in my pocket. I guess I deserve being teased back, it's only fair. I'm glad our relationship involves a bit of everything. It's like a really awesome cake that has lots of layers to it. You have the teasing, the confessions of love, the tenderness, the amazing love making and mind blowing four play.

"You three look cosy." I choke on my water as I take a large gulp and Sue frowns down at me.

"We're just having lunch Sue," Will explains sternly.

"I can see that Grease head, I have eyes like a hawk," Sue turns to Emma, "I can also see you two making bug eyes at each other and it isn't that pleasant of a sight."

"Well let's just be happy nobody here cares of your opinion," Emma states quietly. I try and contain my chuckle as Sue's eyes scan back over to me. I duck my head and pretend to pick at my shorts but the hole in my head is burning too big.

"I can't wait to teach the girls some stuff," I say lamely, throwing some fake enthusiasm into my voice. Sue runs her tongue along her teeth and glares at me.

"Remember my list Pierce," she croaks out before turning and walking away.

"What's the list about?" Will asks, laughing through chews. I blush and shake my head.

"It's silly, it means nothing, I've got to go," I grab my water bottle and rush out of the teacher's lounge. Once I'm in the empty hallway I drag my feet on the ground towards where I think is the cafeteria. I'm so tired from Sue's training and teaching methods that I can barely hold myself up. I think Santana sensed that earlier because she held on to me really tight.

I walk passed a few classrooms before I notice Quinn walking in my direction down the hall. I smile and wave at her and she grins back. "Hey there," she says.

"Hi," I reply, trying to looks a little less tired. "What are you up to?"

I watch her scan the empty hall before turning back to me. "I'm meeting a friend in the choir room, it's kind of a secret."

I frown. "Oh, does Santana know?" She nods and rolls her eyes. "Is there something wrong with Santana knowing?"

Quinn shrugs and I can tell she wants to say something so I wait patiently for her to let it out. She has really pretty eyes. I think I should compliment her because then she'll know I'm a good person for Santana. But she probably already knows a bit about my personality from Santana so I don't think I need to prove anything.

Quinn takes a breath. "I just feel like I'm growing up finally and it feels really good. I'm learning something big about myself that I never thought about before and it's kind of hard talking to Santana about it when she doesn't like the girl I'm sort of crushing on."

"Wow," I breathe, "okay, well it only really matters what you think about this girl. It's good to have an opinion from a friend but it all comes down to you."

Quinn smiles at me and leans against a locker. I think she wants me to keep talking. "I remember when I came out, my parents didn't like that at all and it was hard just accepting it myself, but once I did it felt like a release - like I was finally free."

"I want to feel that, so bad," Quinn whines softly. I breathe out a laugh. "I feel like I can feel free once I've discovered what it is about this girl that makes me happy."

"Well the fact that she makes you happy is a start."

Quinn nods. "Thanks Brittany, you're cool."

I grin and tap my fingers together softly like I'm clapping. "Santana and I are leaving tomorrow to LA but maybe you could come by tonight if you're not busy and we can celebrate her birthday."

"That would be nice," she whispers.

"Awesome."

"Okay Fabray disappeared about 10 minutes ago and Rachel vanished not long after, what's up with that?"

"Who cares?" Puck answers, chewing on his tots. "Whatever they're doing I'm sure it's hot."

"Nothing is hot when Rachel Berry is involved," I say in disgust.

"Jealous?" Puck raises an eyebrow.

I match his stare. "About what?"

"Quinn's getting action and you're not." Oh sweet naive Puckerman, if only he knew what I did with Brittany in the locker room.

"So you know that Quinn broke up with Sam?" I ask casually. Puck slams his tots down on the silver tray in front of him.

"What? She did what? Not my bro Sam no way."

"Oh god," I roll my eyes, "calm down their relationship was about as real as your dick."

Puck smirks. "But you did enjoy it for a while." I scrunch my face and stand up.

"That's enough from you." I turn to leave but am stopped by Brittany who has the biggest grin on her face I think I've ever seen. Even bigger than when I caught her at the door of the girls locker room. She looks passed me and waves to Puck.

"Supp?" He nods, smirking back.

I fold my arms across my chest and wait for Brittany to acknowledge me. "I'll walk you to practice?" I sigh, nodding at her sweet gesture. I move passed her and start walking out of the cafeteria. When I don't hear footsteps close behind me I turn around and watch Brittany whisper something to Puck. He nods excitedly and says something about beer. What the hell is going on?

I huff in annoyance and Brittany quickly shuffles towards me. "Sorry, I just asked him where he buys his liquor," Brittany explains. I squint suspiciously but then nod because we have early practice today since coach Sue managed to convince Figgins that we need more time.

We head into the hallway, giggling and poking at each other's sides. Brittany grabs my wrist and I try to pull away but she's too strong.

"How sweet." I groan and turn towards the bitchy voice.

"What the hell do you want Kitty? A list of the best lesbian porn websites?" Brittany chuckles beside me. Kitty steps forward with a scowl on her face and I move forward also, challenging her.

"You should really cool off Santana."

I smirk. "It's hard when I'm smoking hot." Kitty just smirks back, completely throwing me off guard. I frown when she raises her hand and notice the large slushie cup in her grip. "Oh fu-" My words are cut off by the ice cold treat slamming into my face like a fucking iceberg.

"Principals office now!" Brittany shouts, getting right up in Kitty's face. "If you harass Santana one more time or anyone else in this school and I hear about it, I will personally go to Figgins and get you kicked off the squad and expelled." The blonde cowers and drops the cup on the floor before scurrying away. Brittany then turns to me and holds my face up. "Baby, are you okay? Come here." She links her arm with mine and walks me into a room. When I hear the door close behind us I choke out a sob, effectively spluttering all the contents of the cup onto my shirt and the floor.

I vigorously wipe my hands down my face until I feel hands wrap around my wrist. "Santana, stop, S-Santana please!" I freeze my movements and walk forward to snuggle right into Brittany.

"This n-n-never happened b-b-before," I stutter out. I feel her arms tense around me, then eventually she steps back, watching me with sad eyes. "I was their Oprah," I shake my head, "their fucking Oprah."

"It only started when I started working here right? When people found out about us," Brittany says quietly. I stare at her for a minute and my eyes widen, realising what she's trying to say.

"No, no this would have happened sooner or later. I was kidding myself when I thought that people would be accepting of anyone remotely different in this school," I rush out. Brittany sighs and takes my hand, leading me over to the sink so I lean against it. She turns the tap on and grabs a paper towel, running it under the water before gently caressing my face with it.

I close my eyes, my tears starting to dry up as she wipes them away. I focus on my breathing because I can barely form a sentence right now. I stretch my arms out and play with the fabric of her shorts. "It's not your f-fault," I mutter. She nods her head and leans into kiss my cheek, her lips lingering there for longer than usual.

"It's okay, we'll get through this together, I'm not going anywhere," she whispers, her mouth still close to my face. I shudder as her breath hits my skin and she laughs. "Is the slushie really that cold?" I breathe out a laugh in response and pull her closer by the hem of her tight shorts.

She places her legs on either side of my right one and we stand like that until she's wiped the red demonic drink off my face. I sigh in relief when my face starts to warm up again. "Just one bit left," she murmurs, leaning towards my mouth. She pokes her tongue out and runs it up my chin, all the way up my lips until she flicks my top one gently. I smirk.

"Taste good?"

"Awesome," she grins. I lean up and lock my fingers behind her neck, moving forward to kiss her. Brittany shakes her head, causing me to frown. "We have practice."

I curse to myself before following her out of the girl's bathroom. She skips ahead of me, our hands connected - making it a little hard to keep up when I'm pretty sure there's still part of the Titanic in my cornea.

"I think you need to be nicer to Quinn."

I whip my head around to face Brittany. "I am nice to Quinn what are you talking about?"

"I mean about Rachel. Quinn is obviously confused about her feelings and she doesn't need to hear from her best friend that she's making a stupid decision," Brittany explains. I swim over to where she is and float in front of her.

"She talked to you didn't she?" Brittany nods, pinching her lips together nervously. "Oh well, I'm sure she's going to realise she's gay for Berry and they'll live happily ever after, I really don't have a problem with that." I shrug.

Brittany stares at me proudly and leans forward to kiss me. I try and tilt my head to deepen the kiss but she floats backwards and puts up a hand in front of me. "Not right now," she says, shaking her head.

I pout. "Why not?" There's a knock on the door and I look at Brittany to see her smirking. "Whose out there?" Instead of answering me, she lifts herself out of the pool and wraps a towel around her beautifully sculpted figure. She then skips inside to the front door. I close my eyes and lean backwards, floating in the water calmly until I hear muffled voices coming from inside.

"What the hell?" I ask myself and lean forward to stand up again. My eyes bulge when I see Quinn's arm linked with Rachel's. They're laughing and walking outside towards the pool. Puck is with them also, gazing around my backyard like he's ready to steal something. When they reach the edge of the pool, they all stare down at me with gigantic grins.

"Happy birthday!"

My face goes blank. I slowly sink down in the water and blow a few small bubbles. They're all still waiting for me to speak. "T-Thank you," I mutter.

"Thank Brittany," Quinn says proudly, staring at the taller blonde. "She invited us."

"I brought beer," Puck cheers, holding up a plastic bag full of alcohol. I stifle a laugh and swim to the edge where they're all standing. I float in front of Brittany, smiling up at her and curling my finger back in a come hither motion. Brittany grins and crouches down so she's at my level. I lean in and give her a soft kiss.

"Boner," Puck mutters. I roll my eyes and pull back, but I don't let Brittany get away that easily.

"Thank you baby," I murmur against her lips before grabbing her hand and pulling her forward into the water. Quinn and Rachel squeal. Puck hoots for some naked action but we don't pay attention. He pulls out some beer and lines the bottles on the edge of the pool so we don't have to get out of the pool to grab one. I swim away as fast as I can from Brittany who has a mischievous glint in her eyes.

She catches me at the corner of the pool and I swim around her and jump on her back. She carries me to where Berry and Quinn are tickling each other. I hold back my vomit. "Ladies," I say kindly.

"Hey Santana," Rachel says timidly, "thanks for letting me stay." I look towards Quinn and she seems nervous but hopeful.

"No problem," I say laughing. Quinn grins and squeezes one of my cheeks. Brittany runs backwards, trying to escape Quinn but I end up toppling down into the water. When I surface again there are like ten more people in my house. I can see my parents through the crowd serving platters of food. Great.

"So you organised this without telling me?" I say in Brittany's ear. She nods wrapping her arms around my waist and pulling me into a warm hug. I look over her shoulder and notice that everyone that arrived after Puck, Rachel and Quinn are from glee club. Thank god. If there were any cheerios I don't think I could handle spilling blood in my own home.

"Santana, Coach Pierce!" We look towards the door and notice Sugar grinning at us and waving like a maniac. Okay she's an exception. I smile back politely before nuzzling my head into the crook of Brittany's neck. She sways in the water, turning around and bopping occasionally. My laughter is muffle against her skin when she tickles my sides.

Our time alone - kind of - is broken when Puck asks me for a bottle opener. I reluctantly pull back from Brittany, not leaving the pool without giving her a gentle kiss on her neck. I hear a moan escape her lips and she tries to reach out for me but I've already climbed out of the pool. Brittany pouts at me so I wink back at her and mouth 'not right now'. She smirks, shaking her head and splashes around in the water like a baby.

I laugh as I enter my house, squeezing through the bodies to get to my kitchen.

"Cool party Santana." I turn and face Mercedes who is sitting on one of the stools near the kitchen bench. I purse my lips and nod.

"Thank Brittany for that, I didn't even know this was happening," I say shrugging awkwardly. She nods and turns away. I grab the bottle opener from the third drawer and am about to walk away when I decide to stay for a bit. It couldn't hurt to get to know some of the glee club. I walk in front of Mercedes and she raises an eyebrow. I think that's her asking 'what the fuck are you doing standing there?' "So why did you decide to come? I never really talked to you...ever."

Mercedes points outside and I follow her finger to Rachel. "Berry?" I ask.

"Yep, she convinced us that you were a nice person."

I bite the inner wall of my mouth, pondering why Rachel would say that. Oh right, Quinn. "Well thanks for coming, maybe now we can be friends," I say hopefully.

"Mhm," she hums in response. I nod once and then turn away, walking towards Puck who is handing out beers every direction.

"How did you managed to get all this alcohol Puckerman?" I scoff.

"Well my pool cleaning business is really working out," he laughs, "just because you don't want some of this doesn't mean other ladies don't," He says smugly, wiggling his eyebrows.

I laugh and shake my head. "By ladies you mean 45 year old women who pray on young meat." He leans closer to me and nudges my shoulder.

"Well if you still want to, you know, I'm right here. Those milfs are satisfying though, maybe even more satisfying than you." He turns away dramatically and hands out another beer to Kurt.

"I am awesome in bed," I retort.

"Well I can't really remember," he responds with a smirk. I clench my jaw and step forward, but notice Brittany in the distance looking in my direction. I watch her quirk and eyebrow and then disappear into the pool house.

"Whatever Puckerman," I huff, walking around him. I discreetly head towards the pool house turned beauty salon and give some quick hello's to Mike and Artie. Oh wait I hate that guy. "Fuck you Artie!" I shout and he spills his beer all over himself. I laugh and continue walking. Once I'm at the door, I slowly pull it open to reveal Brittany standing with her back to me.

Since she's in her bathing suit I can see every contour and muscle in her back. There's also droplets of water sliding down her spine and dripping off her ass. I step forward but am stopped mid step by her voice.

"Having fun with Puck?" She asks, an octave lower than normal.

I shake my head and then realise she isn't facing me. "Nope," I croak. She breathes out a laugh and reaches a hand behind her. Her fingers fiddle with the bow in her bikini straps and she pulls on it to let the strings loose. She lets the bikini top drop to the floor and my breath hitches. There's a completely different mood in the room than there has been before. Brittany turns around slowly and my eyes fall to her chest momentarily then back up to meet her gaze.

"What are we doing in here?" I gulp.

Brittany walks forward until she's pressed against me. "Well I came here first, you just followed." I bite my lip and bow my head. I should go, clearly Brittany just wants to be alone or something. Maybe I hurt her by talking to Puck...

"I'm sorry-" She dips her head and captures my lips before I can finish. I inhale sharply through my nose and tilt my head to immediately deepen the kiss. Her tongues skates across my lips and I don't hesitate to part them. I suck her tongue into my mouth and moan when she pushes her chest tighter against me, skin to skin rubbing softly with the water making it a little slippery.

I press my hands against her back and she arches it, her muscles rippling beneath my touch. There's a shuffle behind us and Brittany breaks the kiss to look at the door. I turn around also and curse when I see two shadows in the window behind the blinds. "Come on," I say quickly, dragging Brittany over to one of the counters. We duck behind it and because of the tight squeeze, Brittany's bare chest is pressed against my back. I involuntarily shiver but Brittany's slender fingers cup over my mouth.

"We can't do this in here we're both drunk," A light voice says.

"Oh come on I want to hear you so bad Rach." Holy shit. I rip Brittany's hand off me and jump out from our hiding space.

"A-ha!" I shout. "You two were going to get your mack on in here?"

"Wh-"

"No, no," I shake my head, "don't try and cover up for her Rachel, Quinn was the always the risk taker type."

"Santana we weren't going to make out."

"See how fi- wait what?"

"I wanted to hear her sing," Quinn explains, blushing furiously.

Rachel nods. "Yeah, but I'm a little drunk so I can't really hit the high notes."

I scrunch my face and turn around. "Come on babe." Brittany shakes her head and I frown. She holds her arms over her chest and widens her eyes. "Oh!" I turn back to Rachel. "Quick pass me that bikini top."

Rachel stares at it timidly and picks it up with one finger. She flings it to me and it only travels a short distance. I huff and walk forward, picking it off the ground and getting Brittany to stand up. Quinn gasps and turns away. Rachel does the same.

"So you two already called dibs in here?" Quinn says smugly. Rachel chuckles along with her. I roll my eyes and tie a bow with the strings.

"Actually," Brittany steps forward, tangling our fingers together, "we were discussing the anatomy. Santana wanted to go on a little adventure beyond my bathing suit and I let her," she nods once firmly, "it was for science, Santana's failing."

I frown and prepare to argue but Brittany's already dragging me out of the room.

There was cake - a huge cake with rainbow sprinkles covering the top. How fitting, I thought. The whole time I was standing in front of everyone, my eyes always travelled like a magnet to land on Brittany. She had this huge proud grin on her face, the same one she has right now as we're cleaning up and I'm flinging bits of the icing at her.

"Back off," she whines. I smirk, shake my head and corner her in the kitchen.

"Girls you're supposed to be cleaning not creaming each other," my mom pauses her steps and just stares into the distance, "forget I ever said that." She continues walking up the stairs and gives me one last look over her shoulder. "Don't think I didn't notice those love bites on your neck Santana."

My hand flies to my throat and I cringe. Crap, why didn't anyone else comment on them? I'm sure during the day they were 10 times more visible. I don't think anybody cares though, there are way worse marks you can have on your body and they probably knew it was Brittany who was the cause of the hickeys all over my neck.

I laugh softly to myself. "Goodnight," I shout after my mom. Brittany smiles at me deviously and creeps forward. She wipes icing onto her finger and then pushes it towards my face. I dodge her finger by turning my head but she still manages to get some icing on my cheek. I squeal and try to run but she tackles me around the waist and carries me towards the living room sofa.

"Go to sleep," she whispers, nuzzling her nose into my hair. Her eyebrows furrow and she leans up to tug on a pair of socks resting under her head. She throws them carelessly on the floor.

I giggle. "Nope, not tired."

"Then just shut your eyes and think of me." I contemplate that for a moment; it would be amazing. Instead I roll over and face Brittany whose mouth is curved up into a smile and her eyes are clenched shut.

"You're not even asleep," I say shaking her. She hums in response and I roll my eyes before relaxing beside her. "We didn't even go on our date."

"We'll do everything in LA," she mumbles back.

I scrunch my nose because she's so damn cute when she's tired. "I love you." Her smile grows bigger but she doesn't open her eyes. She cuddles further into me with her warm jumper meeting my own. Thank god the night turned a little cooler.

"I love you too Santana Lopez."

authors note: Soooooooo LA next chapter and then I'll start wrapping up this fic :) I hope you enjoyed the chapter, I've loved every review so far. Leave a comment if you can.