disclaimer: I do now own glee or it's characters.

p.s I didn't get to edit this, so I'm sure there will be mistakes, I apologize in advance, I'll fix them all when I'm done.

Brittany is making coffee for me while I lay in bed, naked and sprawled out. She told me to stay there, because we're in her apartment now and she thinks it's her turn to run around for me. I guess it's only fair; I did go to the grocery store back in Lima just to get her favourite ice cream.

"All right," she breathes, handing me the mug of steaming coffee, "I've just got to go meet Sandy to sign some stuff and then we can have the rest of the day together."

I smile, nodding as I take a tiny sip of my coffee. I sigh when it burns my throat. "Awesome, I'll be here waiting," I reply with a wink. Brittany laughs and leans down to kiss me. I open my mouth and suck her bottom lip so I can pull on it. Brittany's eyes immediately darken and I smirk.

She bites her lip and then moves back. "You suck," she whines.

"Yes I do," I state proudly. I watch sling her bag over her shoulder and wink at me as she walks out, leaving me alone in the apartment. I decide on not getting dressed because I'm the only one here and I doubt anyone can see me outside the window because we're pretty high up. I move towards the door and lock it in case one of Brittany's friends decides to make a grand entrance without knocking.

Once I've finished my coffee I wash the mug and leave it to dry by the sink. Then I grab a towel and shower quickly. I wrap a towel around my hair once I'm done and spray some perfume Brittany has on her dressing table. It smells like Brittany and I grin to myself.

My eye catches a bag by the sofa which I recognize was the one Brittany brought to Lima. I vaguely remember what the bag contains and smirk to myself knowingly. I kneel in front of it and unzip it until my eyes land on what I'm looking for. I turn the bag over and tip the contents out. Various toys hit the floor and scatter in front of me.

I don't know where to start.

There's a small curved device that I pick up and flick the button to 'on'. It vibrates intensely in my hands and I fumble to hold it. I slowly place the tip of it on my right nipple and when the vibrations come into contact with skin my eyes roll backwards into my head.

I throw the vibrator to the floor and then notice a small handy cam amongst the toys. I pick it up and notice there's a tape still in there. I search through the bag and pull out a chord, then move towards the television and plug it in. When I hit play, I smile instantly when Brittany's face graces the screen.

She clears her throat and looks away from the camera. I notice how familiar the room looks and realise that it's mine.

"Uh, so, I arrived in Lima last night and met this girl. She's a bitch," Brittany laughs, "but she's beautiful and I can tell she doesn't really mean to be a bitch. She left for school today and I really wanted to tell her to stay but I know that's not fair for her. I think she likes me, I don't know yet, but there's something between us. I haven't felt this fast of a connection with another person before. Her lips are really, really nice to look at," she giggles, "I hope she doesn't find this because I'm being a creep and we've only just met, but I like her, she's cool. I'm actually kind of glad she isn't here right now so I can make this video and maybe in ten years I can show her," Brittany pauses, realising what she just said and frowns with a small smile on her lips. "Um, her parents came home and I had to sneak out of the pool house because apparently it's becoming a beauty salon. Lord Tubbington was really distressed when I hauled his fat ass out of there," she rolls her eyes. "I hope Santana doesn't find it weird that I'm in her room when she gets home, I guess we'll have to wait and see," she shrugs, "I'm going to take a shower now, bye!" She waves at the camera and then picks it off my bed to switch it off.

I stop chewing my finger and scrunch my face into the biggest grin. Although Brittany called me a bitch, she obviously doesn't think that now. That was the cutest thing I've ever seen.

I unplug the camera from the television and then make sure I'm not recording over her video before pressing play.

"Hey Britt," I begin, "I found your secret. Don't worry I won't tell anyone how sappy you are," I grin. "I also found your stash of toys and I actually am wondering why they're not in one of the boxes. Are you bringing them?" I frown. "Anyway, the small one is scary and I haven't tried the others but I think I might see if the strap on fits me." I hold the camera and walk back over to the toys, picking up the strap on and placing the camera on the bed. I make sure my waist is in view of the camera and then buckle the strap on around me. "How cool is this?" I shout excitedly, thrusting my hips so that the faux dick flings around. "Sorry," I whisper, kneeling down to face the camera again, "that was inappropriate. Anyway, when you come home I'm going to make you feel so good with this! I love you Britt," I wave to the camera, "bye."

I turn the camera off and then pick up the toys and bring them over to the centre of the room. I make sure they're all on high and try to race them off a slanted board. I shake my head, what the hell am I doing? Is this how bored I'm going to be when Brittany's not around? Will I resort to racing sex toys?

I frown for a while, staring down at the toys jittering around on the floor. Finally deciding that I could be doing worse, I shrug and continue playing with them.

An hour later, Brittany is walking through the door with a few grocery bags in her hands. Her grin instantly fades when she notices me wearing a strap on, sitting on the floor, stacking vibrators on top of each other to make a pyramid.

Brittany's lips purse in a thin line and one of her eyebrows shoot up. "Sometimes I forget you're in high school."

"Hey," I pout and stand up, placing my hands on my hips, "I am very mature for my age."

Brittany's laughter is strained as she makes her way to the kitchen. "Definitely, babe." She unpacks a bag, placing ingredients on the bench and I approach her from behind - still very naked. She flinches when my hands snake their way around her body and rest on her hip bones.

"What's cookin' good lookin'?" I whisper. Brittany laughs loudly, holding up a packet of rice and a few spices.

"I'm going to make us a little lunch and then we can go exploring, how does that sound?" I nod my head and move away from Brittany so she can start cooking. I decide to sit on the bench, out of the way, and watch her. She smirks without looking a me and I think she's a little nervous because I was the one in the kitchen at home cooking her nuggets or something. And now she's making us a meal.

"I feel like we're married," I comment and Brittany stops in her tracks to side eye me.

She throws something in the pan on the stove before facing me. "I'm cooking like a good housewife while you're wearing nothing but a strap on, how does that feel like a marriage?"

"Hey! I'm sure lots of couples act like this," I retort, grabbing a salted peanut from the bowl beside me and chew it wildly with my mouth open.

Brittany cringes sarcastically, shaking her head and grabbing a wooden spoon. "Yeah your parents probably do this every day."

I cough violently, almost choking on the peanut. Brittany smirks as she stirs whatever wonderful smelling flavours are mixing in the pan. When I can finally breathe normally again I slide across the bench and get another cringe from Brittany. "I won't leave any butt sweat on here don't worry," I joke, "but honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if couples acted this way. Quinn and Rachel are probably having wicked four play right now."

Brittany pauses for a second to stare up from the pan at me. She licks her lips, squinting her eyes in thought. "Are you trying to tell me something?"

I shrug innocently. "Nope."

"Yeah you are," Brittany licks her lower lip and stares at me inquisitively. "You're trying to tell me that I'm not wild enough, even though I wore a strap on to church and brought a vibrator to your school," she states proudly.

I pinch my lips together and look away. "I gotta go call my mom," I mutter. Just as I'm about to stand up, Brittany holds my thighs down and reaches for the strap on. She unbuckles it roughly, pulling at it hard while staring me in the eyes with so much intensity I feel as though I could blow up.

She slams the strap on to the floor, picks me up and swiftly turns around to hold me up against the fridge. I gasp as my sex rubs on the sliver of skin on her stomach as her t-shirt rises. One of Brittany's hands reaches passed me and presses the ice maker which vibrates my back. She smirks, noticing me squirm in her strong grip.

Brittany holds an ice block to her lips and sucks it in her mouth so slowly that I feel like I could count the faint lines on her lips. The ice pops out of her mouth and she brings it to my chest, running it down my cleavage and only stopping to press it hard against my clit. I let out a strangled moan and slam my hands back against the fridge.

Brittany leans into my ear and giggles. "Go call your mom." I release a ragged breath as Brittany lets my feet touch the ground. God damn. I skip away from her quickly, but she manages to get a slap to my butt causing me to squeal. I throw on a loose dress and brush my hair a little.

Then I grab my phone from my bag and dial my home number. This is a bad idea; right after Brittany teased me so bad I don't think I should be calling my parents. They will get worried though and even though I'll be going home in a few hours I'll probably be locked in my room when I return if I don't at least tell them what I'm up too.

After two rings my mom answers.

"Santana you didn't call when you landed and your father cancelled in on work to wait by the phone, he is furious!"

"Mom please stop shouting," I laugh, "I'm fine Brittany's taking care of me."

"Obviously you're okay Santana. You're speaking to me like you just won a free table for two to Breadstix."

I roll my eyes. "Yeah well you can tell dad I'm fine now and we'll be home today so there's no need to worry." I hear my mother breathe a sigh of relief on the other line.

"Just tell me I've raised you well and you haven't been underage drinking in LA clubs or hanging out with the wrong crowd..."

"I got drunk with porn stars," I say casually, "does that count?" There's a tense silence on the other line as I wait for the verbal beating I'm about to get. She's probably deleting all the television series I have on my Tivo as we speak and when I get home I'll receive a curfew and am email from Twitter asking if I'm sure I'd like to delete my account.

"Santana," my mouth growls, "how could you do all this in a foreign city? Under age drinking, fornicating with god knows who, clubbing with porn stars who probably breathed an STD onto your lips-"

"Whoa mom stop it, be real here-" She cuts in before I can finish.

"Oh I'm being very real Santana, you're the one who didn't take any precautions and Brittany let this happen? She is supposed to be your girlfriend and protect you from these filthy habits. Please do not tell me I raised an alcoholic fornicator, oh dios mio!"

"Mom!" I yell. "What the hell are you talking about? I didn't fornicate, well, not with random people anyway. Brittany and I are together and she was with me the entire time we were out," half true, "so please tell dad that you don't need to worry and for god sakes have some trust in me!"

I hear my mom sigh. "Oh Santana we do trust you, but we were worried when you didn't call that's all."

"Yeah well I'm sorry about that, but please don't bring Brittany's friends into this or her career, you were accepting and I love you for that," I state seriously.

"I do accept her, and you, just please get home safe darling."

"I will ma, love you," I respond with a smile.

"I love you too, bye now."

The line goes dead and I walk back towards the kitchen but don't see Brittany anyway. I then hear a whistle to my right and grin at the view. Brittany has set up a table outside with candles and incense. I sniff in the addictive aroma and join Brittany outside.

"So tell me about this Sandy guy, is he attractive?" I tease.

Brittany scowls, tapping her fork against her almost empty plate. "He's old, half bald and prefers young men."

I laugh, "how did you meet him?"

"Well," Brittany leans back in her chair and stares out at the sky, "he was an old teacher at my school and he got fired for selling marijuana on school property. After he left he somehow got into the porn business and started making amateur videos with any willing couple he could find. He really made his mark though when he started making porn musicals," Brittany finishes, winking at me from across the table.

"Oh," I beam, "you mean Cumming in the Rain and Bent?" Brittany nods. "I love those ones, you were my favourite in Bent."

Brittany's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "You saw those? I was just starting out then." I nod my head a little timidly and she smirks.

"I've seen 98% of your videos, for uh, research..." I trail off, noticing Brittany slide off her chair and saunter over to me. Her eyes lock on mine, her lips moistening when they disappear in her mouth.

"Research huh?" She bends down, running her palms flat up my chest. "What did you need the research for?" She leans further into my neck and nips at my skin.

I clear my throat. "I j-just wanted to know how you f-f-feel pleasure I guess. It was nice having the knowledge of what makes you feel good."

"And what was your verdict?" She husks in my ear.

I place a hand on her cheek to get her to look at me. "You like eye contact," I whisper, "you like being held." Brittany's lips quiver and she twists her body to sit on my lap sideways with her legs dangling off the arm.

"You really did pay attention to detail didn't you?" She asks, almost in disbelief. I nod shyly, looking down to focus on her fingers as I thread mine through them.

"I really can't believe I've seen that detail up close," I say breathlessly. I wrap my arms around Brittany's body and lean in to kiss her shoulder. Brittany makes a noise of contentment and runs her fingers through my hair.

"I like your detail," Brittany murmurs, cutely scrunching her nose when I pull back to face her again. "Your lips are so full and your eyes are so mysterious and inviting." I send her a lop sided smile and she pokes my cheek. "Don't get shy now," she teases, "I've seen all of you now you don't have to be embarrassed around me."

My cheeks adopt a pink hue and I try and hide my face under my arm. Brittany's right though; we've seen each other completely exposed, externally and internally. "Come on, let's go stack those boxes."

Brittany hops off me and I run passed her in case she decides to be cheeky again. I grab an empty box and notice Brittany is actually starting to pile boxes on top of each other near the door. I creep quietly behind her and when she's standing up right, place the box on her head and run away. She gasps, bending forward to flip the box off her head. "You little sneak," Brittany hisses with a grin.

I'm standing on top of the bed when she lunges for me but luckily I jump off just in time. I turn around and notice Brittany clutching her elbow and cringing. She whines in pain and I slowly approach her. "What happened?" I ask a little worried, but still keep my guard up.

"I heard a little snap," Brittany winces when she tries to bend her elbow, "ow ouch!" I quickly hop on the bed beside her, realising that she actually must be hurt. I reach for her arm and she stares at me with a devilish grin. But before I can escape this time, Brittany manages to grab my arms and slam my back onto the bed and straddle me.

"You bitch," I curse breathlessly. Brittany's jaw drops and grips my arms tighter.

"How dare you speak to your elders that way Santana," she mocks, "don't make me spank you."

"Ooh," I smirk, "I'd like that." Brittany rolls her eyes and hops off me. She then smirks, thinking of an idea and before I can object again she's lifting up my dress and poking her head between my legs.

"I knew it!" She shouts.

"Brittany w-w-hat the hell?" I say between giggles.

"First the cursing and now not wearing any underwear," she says, still facing my downstairs area. I groan and slide back so her head pops back out. "How dare you be so naughty," she husks with a seductive gaze.

I bite my lip to contain my giggles. "Seriously, if we don't make sure everything is ready to go we'll miss our flight."

Brittany frowns and smacks me on the knee gently as she gets off the bed. "You started it."

I walk over to the boxes and grab some tape to close the rest up. Brittany excuses herself and picks up her phone, walking to the bathroom and closing the door half way. I shake my head, smirking at the thought of her playing a game on her phone while she sits on the toilet. I do that at least... Doesn't everybody?

We arrive at the Beverly Centre after a short drive. Brittany tells me that I should at least by some clothes while I'm here because there are plenty of shops with relatively good prices. We walk into a store that has sparkly slim fitting dresses on every rack and leopard print fabric everywhere you look. Brittany grins at the shop assistant and the girl waves.

"Brittany, good to see you again," she says cheerily.

"How have you been?" She asks giving the girl a hug. I awkwardly stand beside them, gazing around the shop to get a taste of what I could potentially try on.

They pull back from the hug and the girl shrugs. "Pretty good, yourself?"

I feel Brittany's gaze land on me and I offer her a small smile. "Awesome," she says. "Santana here is just looking for something."

"Oh," the girl turns to me, "hi there Santana, you've certainly come to the right place."

I breathe out a laugh. "You have some really nice dresses."

"Which one do you like? Pick anything and I'll get it for you," Brittany offers, rubbing my shoulder.

"Britt you don't have to..." I trail off, noticing the stern expression Brittany's sending me. I sigh and turn towards a rack close by. Not the kind of rack on a woman of course. "This one." I pick up a tight purple dress and hold it up for them.

"Excellent choice, follow me." I follow the shop assistant towards the change room, looking through the mirror at Brittany to silently ask her if she's coming in. She smirks and walks inside, shutting the door behind us and taking a seat against the wall. "Let me know how it fits!" The girl shouts from outside.

I remove my loose fitting dress to reveal the underwear I put on before I let. Brittany sits silently beside me, waiting for the new dress to be worn. I step into it and slide it up my body. I hear Brittany's breath hitch and I turn to her with a quirked eyebrow. "Sorry," she breathes when she notices I caught her leering. "Your body is just," she shakes her head, "wow."

I giggle and slip my arms through the arm holes, flattening out the dress to sit on my body properly. Brittany stands when she sees me struggling with the zip and slips her fingers underneath mine. I let my hands drop to my sides as she zips it all the way up. She stays behind me, staring through the mirror at the front of the dress and I bite my lip, wondering if it looks okay.

"Perfect," she whispers. I look up and catch her gaze. We share a shy smile and then hear a knock on the door.

"How does it look?" Brittany opens the door and steps out, allowing the shop assistant to take a peek and she smirks, nodding her head in appreciation. "Fabulous. You definitely have the body to pull off tight dresses."

"Whoa," Brittany steps in front of her friend, "that's my girlfriend you're leering at." I duck my head in embarrassment and the woman raises her hands in innocence.

"I am happily married Brittany don't you worry," she replies. They share a laugh and I allow them to catch up as I change into my previous outfit. Once I'm done I bring the dress to the counter and Brittany pulls out her wallet.

"Are you sure?" I ask quietly.

Brittany raises a finger to my lips. "Shh." I roll my eyes. Brittany gives her friend a hug and the girl even gives me one. She wishes us all the best and I wish her good luck on her marriage. She sends me a nervous smile, like I know something she doesn't. I realise that was an awkward thing to say to someone but I'm unable to make up for it as Brittany tugs me out of the store.

We head towards the food court but Brittany stops, effectively making me stumble backwards a little. "What?" I ask.

She nods her head in the direction of lingerie shop and I stare at her incredulously. "Come on," she beams.

I sigh. "You just want me naked again."

"Always," she replies, winking back. We walk into the store and Brittany doesn't know the shop assistant this time. She smiles as we enter and Brittany takes my hand to look around. She picks up a lace mint green underwear and stares at me with this creepy smile. My lips contort and my eyebrows dip. Brittany just laughs, insisting that I try on a pair or two.

"Okay, okay," I sigh, giving in. I grab a random pair of red underwear and disappear into a change room. Just before I can close the door Brittany's stepping inside and giving me a wink. I shake my head and laugh. She leans against the wall opposite the mirror as I get undressed and I can't help but revel in the fact she's staring so piercingly at my body. I clear my throat as I stand up straight, waiting for Brittany's approval.

She taps a finger against her chin, pondering the barely there outfit and hums. "That is definitely acceptable in the bedroom Santana," Brittany teases, folding her arms across her chest. "Even just around the house."

I punch Brittany's shoulder and she laughs to hide the pain. "I like them," I say, facing the mirror again and sliding my thumbs along the hem of the underwear. Brittany hums in approval, walking closer to me and leans down towards my ear.

"Are you sure you want them?" She whispers.

"Yeah, why?" I ask curiously. Brittany smirks at me through the mirror and then grabs my waist, turning me around and pushing me back against the mirror.

"Just making sure so you can get them wet." Brittany smirks into the kiss and presses her body against me. I grip her shoulders and deepen the kiss with my tongue. She grabs my thighs and lifts me up, my ankles locking around her back. My eyes flicker open for a second and I notice that I can practically see over the door of the change room.

Before I'm able to stop Brittany, she dips her hand beneath my underwear and runs her fingers down my folds. "Well we can't give these panties back now," she husks, giggling against my lips.

"Shut up," I pant out, smashing our lips together once again. Brittany wiggles a finger inside me, causing me to bite her lip. She hisses, pulling back to take a breath.

Brittany's finger rapidly pumps in and out of me and I hit the back of the wall sharply, however the pain is numbed by the pleasure. I jut my hips forward in sync with Brittany's movements and soon enough I can feel my stomach knot and a sharp pain shoot up my thighs.

"Hello?" Brittany lets me go and I drop down to the floor. Her finger slides out of me smoothly and she brings it up to her lips, lathering my taste up with her tongue. "Are you girls all right? Does the underwear fit okay? Sometimes we have ladies come in here that need help with the g-strings stuck between their crack."

"We're fine!" Brittany shouts in a strained voice, trying to contain her laughter. I slap my palm over my mouth to control my own laughs and shove Brittany away. She falls back against the door, crouching down and letting a roar of laughter emit the small dressing room.

I watch her head fall back and her eyes shut, her nose scrunch and her teeth gleam. I watch her face and I feel the knot in my stomach loosen and break out in to small butterflies. I want this girl, I want her for life.

Brittany observes my silence and her laughter turns to small giggles. She sends me a lop sided smile and grabs my dress to hand it to me.

Once we're out of the dressing room, after receiving suspicious eyes from the shop assistant, Brittany hands her the cash and points down my crotch are. She winks at the woman whose eyes widen and then we both walk out of the store.

Brittany has no choice to pay for food because I'm already handing money to the man behind the counter. We take our trays to an empty table and sit down. I dip one of my fries in sauce and dangle it in front of Brittany's lips. She giggles and chases it with the tip of her tongue.

"Brittany Pierce!" A man cheers. "Dude it's Brittany," he says, slapping one of his friends on the shoulder.

"Holy shit!" The other boy shouts in disbelief. "We're such big fans man oh my god." He grins at his buddy and pulls out a camera. Brittany offers them a polite smile and turns to me. I shrug and sit back to watch this all unfold.

"Can we please get a picture?"

"Sure why not," Brittany says with a subtle roll of her eyes. She stands in between the two boys and one of them spots me, smiling as he hands me the camera. I sigh and take it from him, standing a metre in front of them and holding the camera at eye level.

"All right, one, two, three!" They two boys point their thumbs up and Brittany has an arm around each other of their shoulders. I laugh at the photo and hand the camera back to the long haired boy.

"Thanks dude!"

"No problem," I clear my throat, "dude..." Brittany giggles and goes to sit down again when we hear one of the boys yell a group of other boys over.

"Oh shit," Brittany curses and before I know what's happening she's grabbing my hand and pulling me in the opposite direction. The boys call after us but we just giggle and continue running towards an exit of the building. Once we round the corner out of sight and we know we're safe, Brittany leans against a wall to catch her breath.

"I should have pretended I didn't know what they were talking about," she says through a breathless laugh. I grin at her and step forward to wrap my arms around her waist.

"It's my first trip to LA, I wouldn't expect anything less," I say, "this has been so much fun, I'm so happy you brought me." Brittany sends me a longing look and leans forward to kiss me.

"Holy shit dude! Brittany is shooting a new video live right now!" The spiky haired boy from before squeals. Our eyes widen and we both start running again.

Later that evening we're pulling up to my house back in Lima and Brittany's clutching my left hand so tight that I can barely feel any circulation. She mentioned on the plane that she's terrified of dealing with my mom but assured her it was going to be okay.

I step out of the car and my eyes travel to the house next door. A man is hammering down a sign in the front yard and a walk to the side to read it. A smirk forms on my lips and Brittany clears her throat to capture my attention.

"Coming?" She asks.

"Yes, coming," I say quickly and join our hands to walk to the front door. I hammer my fist against the door and soon enough we hear rushed footsteps on the floor inside.

"Right on time!" My mother screams and I swear I just went deaf.

I lean over to Brittany and whisper, "say something?"

"What?" She mutters.

"Oh thank god," I sigh in relief and pull her inside. My dad hugs us both at the same time, whispering in my ear that he's glad we're home safe. I smile against his chest and pat his back. "We're glad to be back."

"Oh I have a few boxes that I'll need help with," she directs her voice to my dad and he nods his head cheerfully. They walk outside to the car and start unpacking the boxes, piling them near the door and my mom and I drag them inside with the little strength we inherited.

"She's changed you Santana," my mom states.

I frown and sit on one of the boxes. "What do you mean? How am I different?"

"Well for started you're out of that damn cave more often than not. You've learnt responsibility and what it means to live a more adult life," she explains, tears forming in her eyes.

I sigh, rolling my eyes and standing up to hug her once more. This always does the trick. My mom starts to sob against my shoulder. Okay maybe not.

"I notice the neighbours house is for sale," I say as casually as possible. My mom pulls back from the hug and sends me a 'don't even think about it' look.

"You aren't that adult yet Santana," she says sniffling.

I groan and walk outside to help Brittany. She grins at me as the last box is placed at my feet. "This is yours to take up, your dad and I will grab the rest." I nod and pick up the box which weighs more than me. I wouldn't be surprised if Brittany splurged on toys at the shopping centre when I wasn't looking.

When the last box is placed in the spare room Brittany and I settle into my room. We snuggle under the covers and thank god there is no school tomorrow. I notice my phone light up and Brittany grabs it off the bed side table for me. I grin when Quinn's name flashes on the screen.

I slide open the text and my grin fades immediately. Weekend cheerios practice tomorrow, can't wait to see you and Brittany!

Brittany suddenly jumps out of bed and runs over to her black leather bag. She pulls out the recording camera I used earlier today and I refrain a smirk. She climbs back into bed and I put my phone under my pillow after setting an alarm.

"I have to show you something," she whispers.

I purse my lips. "I've seen it already," I blurt out suddenly.

Brittany turns to me with pout. "I wanted to surprise you."

"By calling me a bitch?" I joke and Brittany instantly blushes. I lean over and peck her cheek. "You should still look at the latest video recorded on there," I say, winking at her. She grins and turns the camera, pressing play to reveal my face on the small screen. She laughs the whole way through the video and I realise that's just to cover up the fact she's crying.

I lift my thumb to her cheek and wipe away the tears. "Don't cry baby," I whisper. She sniffles and shakes her head.

"I'm okay. I just feel so overwhelmed with joy a-and love every time I'm with you."

My heart punched my boob multiple times and I clench my eyes shut to hold back my own tears. "I love you so much."

Brittany smiles and then drapes her arm over me, eventually falling asleep while I'm still wide awake for some reason. I bend my arm to retrieve my phone when I hear it vibrate and slide open the new text from Quinn.

Your girlfriend is so amazing! Check Twitter :)

I frown at first but feel a little jittery inside. I open the Twitter app and scroll to the top to the latest tweets. I notice Brittany's name near the top and click on her profile.

Her latest tweet is a picture of me in her apartment sitting on the carpet taping boxes. Not the most attractive photo.

Brittany S. Pierce MissBrittanyPierce
LimaHeightsBitch love of my life!

I fall asleep with the biggest smile on my face.

authors note: Hope you enjoyed that chapter! Sorry for the wait. I'm starting uni in a week so I won't be publishing another multi-chapter story until I've gotten settled in but I will most likely write a one-short and I'm actually working on a five-shot but it all depends how much time I have to write them.

p.s there will be two or three more chapters of this! Thank you for all the kind reviews, you guys are incredible, I love reading everyone of them!