Santiago was sitting at the dining table in the middle of the Pierce kitchen leaning over Brittany's shoulder to watch her answer the worksheet he had prepared for her. He had noticed a huge improvement in her Spanish since they started their tutoring sessions. It made him swell with pride; of course she was more than capable of doing well, it was just that the teachers at McKinley were awful, especially Mr. Schue. On the rare occasions that Santiago actually listened in Mr. Schue's classes, he cringed at the broken Spanish that was being taught to the fellow students. He even complained to Principal Figgins about it, but as usual his complaint was ignored and now people like Brittany had to suffer. God, McKinley really was a complete shit hole.

Brittany's eyebrow was furrowed in concentration and her deliciously pink tongue was poking out of the side of her mouth. Santiago's eyes were drawn to her lips and every few seconds he found himself leaning in to get a little closer to her. They hadn't made out much since Monday and he was craving her taste. Every Tuesday they're both busy after school with practice, so he knew that he would have to wait until today to spend some quality time with her. Already it was worth the wait.

The smell of casserole filled the house and Mr. and Mrs. Pierce were sitting in their living room where he could hear them laughing at the television. Brittany's little sister was staying over at his house for a play date, so she wasn't disturbing them like she usually did. Her crush on Santiago was cute, but sometimes it meant that he rarely got time alone with Brittany when they were at her house. It was nice to be sat there in silence.

He spent most of their study time thinking of ways he could kiss her without getting caught by her parents. The problem was, once he started he was sure he wouldn't be able to stop. He sat back in his chair to admire her. She was wearing his football jersey again, claiming that it was just too comfortable to resist. Not that he was complaining. Her hair was loose and wavy and she was wearing grey sweatpants. Fuck, she's so hot.

"Finished!" she dropped her pen and clapped once.

"Great, lemme have a look at your answers," he slid the piece of paper in front of him, taking her pen to correct it.

"So? Am I fluent yet or what?" she spoke into his ear, goose bumps appearing on his arms from the feel of her breath.

"You got all but three of the questions right," he smiled widely at her.

"Really? Thank you Santiago," she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, squealing in delight.

"You did all the work Britt," he turned in her arms to face her.

"I wouldn't have been able to do it without you. I'm gonna do so well in this test now," her eyes were sparkling and she was glowing.

Her face was so close that he could make out the freckles dusting over her nose; his eyes flickered to her mouth and he unconsciously licked his lips. He briefly remembered that her parents were in the next room but the smell of her was muddling his mind. He dropped the pen that he was still clutching in his left hand and delicately brushed a strand of hair that had fallen over her face. Her smile was dimming and she was leaning in slowly, her eyes tracing over his face, settling on his lips. Her right hand was pulling his head toward her, her lips puckered. He was just about to close the distance-

"What has you so excited?" Mr. Pierce's appeared out of nowhere.

Santiago nearly pushed Brittany off of her chair in his haste to put as much distance between them as physically possible.

"Huh?" Brittany asked, readjusting herself on the chair and glaring at Santiago who, had he not been so tan, would be blushing beet red.

"I heard you squealing out here and I thought I'd come out and see if my Britbear has some good news," he walked over to have a look at her worksheet.

Thankfully, he was completely oblivious to what he had interrupted.

"Oh yeah," she recovered from the shock of his interruption "I did really well on the worksheet that San prepared for me," she handed the sheet to her dad.

He put his glasses on that he wore on a neck strap to read over her answers.

"This is great news Britty. Thank you for your help Santiago, I really wish you would take some compensation for the time and effort you're putting in to help Brittany," her dad patted him on the shoulder.

"It's no trouble, I'm just glad to help. Brittany does the real work," Santiago said, avoiding eye contact with him. Afraid that he would somehow know all of the impure thoughts he had just been having about his eldest daughter.

"So? Is it good news?" Mrs. Pierce appeared from behind Brittany's dad and took the sheet from her dad's hand; "It appears so! This is great work Brittany. Thank you for your help Santiago. We're all very grateful."

"Thanks mom, and she's right San, we are all very grateful. I better think of an appropriate way to thank you. Something that really shows my gratitude," Brittany's hand squeezed his upper thigh under the table and she was smiling deviously.

He almost choked on the water he had just started take a sip of. Instead, he started to cough loudly, hitting his knee painfully on the table.

"Are you ok, son?" Mr. Pierce asked.

"Yes thanks sir, the water just went down the wrong way," he said once he regained his breath.

"Ah, sometimes there's nothing worse. Just drink a little slower next time," Mrs. Pierce advised before taking her husbands hand; "We're actually going to head out for a bite to eat seeing as your sister is enjoying herself over at Santiago's and you two are busy here. You can help yourselves to the casserole and put the rest in the fridge for tomorrow, ok honey?"

"Sure mom, thanks," Brittany got up to give her parents a hug.

"Thank you. I love your cooking Mrs. Pier- Susan," He caught himself before "making her feel old". His mom was a great cook too but sometimes he liked a little something that wasn't…Mexican.

"That's very kind of you, I'm glad to hear that someone appreciates my cooking," she playfully glared at Mr. Pierce, causing him to roll his eyes and laugh loudly.

"Hey, I just want to take my wife out to dinner, it's hardly a crime is it?"

"Yeah right, I know you're just looking to substitute my healthy dinners with greasy fries and burgers. We've been married for 20 years Arnold, I know all of your tricks." Mrs. Pierce said before walking out of the kitchen and into the hallway, Brittany in tow.

"Women! I'll never understand them," Mr. Pierce shook his head at Santiago.

"I know the feeling," Santiago sympathized, nodding in agreement.

"Ok Arnold, get a move on. Maria is not going to keep Chloe forever," Mrs. Pierce called from the hallway.

"Usually I'm waiting an hour for her to be ready and today she acts like I'm always holding us up, I'm telling you boy, these Pierce ladies have me caught up in knots. Although from the way you look at Brittany, I can tell you're just as bad as I am. Just…. Treat her well, ok kid? She'll always be my baby but I can't protect her forever." Mr. Pierce looked down at Santiago, all traces of joking gone from his expression and his voice.

It took a moment before Santiago could process the change in conversation.

"Of course, sir. I'll do my best. She's amazing," he said in a rare moment of coherency around a Pierce parent.

"You've proven yourself to us Santiago. You're a nice boy and about as close to good enough for my baby as anyone will ever get. Which is a big compliment coming from her daddy let me tell you. I'll see on Saturday for the playoffs" Mr. Pierce then walked out of the kitchen without another word, leaving Santiago both shocked and relieved at the conversation that unexpectedly took place.

It wasn't long before Brittany ran back into the kitchen announcing that it was dinnertime.

He loved being in the Pierce house.

The living room was dark, the only source of light coming from the film on the television that was long forgotten. Brittany was straddling Santiago's lap, her tongue working magic on his neck and his hand busy guiding its way under her bra.

"Mmmm," Brittany hummed into his ear when his palm grazed her nipple.

"You're so sexy," he breathed onto her lips, his hand lightly squeezing her breast.

Without answering, she kissed him hard. Her tongue delving deep into his mouth and reacquainting itself with his own.

She pulled back from the kiss, leaving him with his mouth open and his eyes closed "I want you so bad," she whispered into his ear, the heel of her hand pushed against his cock.

He couldn't help the loud moan that tumbled from his lips at both her words and her touch.

"I want you too. So, so much," he grabbed her ass and guided her to grind down onto him, pushing her top and bra up to reveal her nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and licked it eagerly.

"Ugh…. Let's go upstairs," she fixed her top and pulled him up by the hand, leading him up to her room.

She turned to face him at the bottom of the stairs and he couldn't stop himself when he leaned down to kiss her again. He reached down to hold the back of her thighs and hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist, carrying her up the steps without breaking their kiss.

"Where to?" he said once they reached the top.

"Second on the left," she tugged his mouth back to hers.

He squinted one eye open and pushed open the door to what he hoped was Brittany's room, sitting them both on the bed.

"That was really hot," she started kissing his neck again, finding all of the spots that made him squirm.

"Mhm, that feels really good," his hand was tangled in her hair, the other busy trying to get her to remove her top.

Once she took the hint, she leaned back on his knees and took her, his, jersey off in one swift movement, quickly flicking her bra open and discarding it roughly somewhere behind her.

"Fuck," Santiago moved his hands up her toned stomach and over her perky tits, flicking his thumbs over her nipples. Brittany whimpered at the sensation.

She tugged at the bottom of his top, so he stopped his movements and took it off.

Her fingers traced the outline of his abs, so small and pale against him.

He flattened his hands on her back to guide her into him, inhaling sharply when he felt her hard nipples graze over his chest.

Lips were on lips soon and his over eager hands started pulling at Brittany's sweatpants, a hot urgent need to get her naked overtaking his body.

She stepped off of him and pulled them down over her creamy legs, kicking them off and immediately working on Santiago's belt buckle. His shaky hands worked to open it and he smiled at her once both sides popped apart, she just cocked her head to the site and chucked at him.

He worked his jeans off and was about to pull Brittany back on top of him when her hands went straight for his boxers. He felt really self conscious all of a sudden, aware that this would be the first time a girl will see him naked but taking in Brittany's appearance and her lustfully dark eyes, he was overwhelmed with the need to feel her on him. She helped him push his boxers down his legs and when he settled back on the bed he was surprised to see Brittany on her knees, pushing his knees apart.

He barely had time to figure out what was going on when she took the head of his cock into her warm wet mouth, sucking the tip and wrapping her fingers at the base.

"¡Dios mio!"

Her tongue was licking up and down his shaft, her hand pumping at the base and the other resting on his thigh.

His hands were gripping at the bed covers, and his eyes were focused on Brittany. Her hair framing her face and her ass sticking in the air. It was the most fuckable image his he had ever seen.

He almost blew his load into her mouth when she swallowed his whole cock, contracting her throat and squeezing his balls.

"Brittany," he panted, his hands pushing at her shoulders with urgency.

She pulled back, his cock springing from her mouth and hitting his stomach.

"Does it not feel good?" she pouted at him, her pale face flushed. Her finger ran just under lips to rid them of the extra moisture. Fuck.

"What? Of course it does. It was too good, if you know what I mean," he raised his eyebrows, still trying to catch his breath.

"Oh…I wouldn't have minded," she patted his thigh before standing up and pushing him back onto the bed so that he was lying down.

"I just…. I want you to feel good too," Santiago muttered, a bit embarrassed with himself for ruining the moment.

"I'm sure you could have made that happen either way," Brittany smiled reassuringly. She was lying over him now, her tits grazing off of his abs and her legs on either side of his.

He pushed up on his elbows to capture her lips in a searing kiss, groaning when he tasted himself.

She was naked on top of him and all he wanted to do was bury himself inside of her.

He broke their kiss "Do you want to…. do it?" he asked her with his usual lack of eloquence, both of them breathless and desperate.

She giggled at him before nodding her head and humming; "Do you?" she asked before pushing herself down onto his dick, causing his hips to buck up. They both winced at the feel of their naked sexes touching for the first time.

"Damn…yeah, I really do."

"Do you have a condom?" she asked, as they set a rhythm for themselves, her wet pussy rubbing over his cock. His eyes were closing, lost in the sensation, but shot open at her words.

"Uh… no. Don't you?" he never had a condom with him, unless at a party or something and even then they were mostly useless. He never in a million years thought that they would be in this position this evening.

She shook her head "I never exactly needed one," she stopped grinding over him.

"Oh." He tried but failed to hide the disappointed from his voice.

They had been so close.