Sorry for the delay. Reminder: Sentences in italics are Spanish.

Santiago was wandering around Courtney's house feeling sexually satisfied and happy. Brittany was back in the living room dancing as if she hadn't just been sucking him off twenty minutes ago and he was trying to keep his jealousy at bay by keeping his distance. It was past midnight and the party was still in full swing, people were staggering, chatting loudly and laughing over the loud music. The kitchen was packed now and Bryan was talking animatedly to Hailey who looked as bored as she most likely felt. He pushed his way through the crowd standing at the fridge and took another beer, twisting the cap off and flicking it into the trashcan.

"Hailey," he nodded in greeting while approaching them.

"Santiago, if it isn't my favorite footballer," she smirked, although Santiago was sure a genuine smile lurked somewhere within her tough exterior.

"Hey!" Bryan dramatically clutched his heart at her words. Hailey rolled her eyes and ignored him.

"Why didn't you come to the bowling alley?" Santiago asked. She was one of the few cheerleaders he genuinely liked and missed her company earlier in the day.

"Things to do, people to see," she winked slyly. Santiago sniggered at the realization that she had been seeing and doing Bryan's sister.

"I'm glad you took time from your busy schedule to come to the party. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the free drink on offer," Santiago raised his beer and pointed the neck of the bottle in her direction, challenging her to disagree. She laughed and shrugged noncommittally.

Bryan, who was unhappy with being ignored coughed to gain Hailey's attention once more, sending a glare in Santiago's direction obviously under the impression that he was coming onto the girl. Santiago couldn't help the sly smile that crept onto his face, Bryan was way too desperate to get into her pants and was so ridiculously oblivious to her disinterest that it was a little disconcerting.

"I better leave you two crazy kids alone. I'm going to see if Kurt has shown up yet, he usually gatecrashes these things." Santiago lied as he walked away before either of them got to say goodbye. He sorta wished Hailey just put Bryan out of his misery and told him she wasn't interested. Whatever, he had enough problems of his own to start caring about other people's.

He took a swig of his beer as he rambled out into Courtney's backyard. He took a deep, satisfying gulp of fresh air before taking a seat on the bench facing her mom's meticulous garden. He took his phone out and started reading through his messages, heart soaring at the exchanges he had with Brittany.

"What has you smiling like you're after taking some sort of illegal substance?" the unmistakable voice of Quinn slurred from behind. She made her way around to sit beside him, he automatically shifted away from her.

"That would be none of your business," he dismissed while sliding the phone back into his pocket, silently thankful that she didn't catch him reading Brittany's messages.

She shook her head and stared up at the sky, ignoring his presence.

He was about to get up and leave when she put her hand on his arm to halt his movements. Her touch made him freeze and sit back down.

"Puck is fucking Faye upstairs right now." Her voice quivered as she spoke.

"Oh," he was taken aback by her revelation and unsure of what she wanted from him.

"He must've finally got bored with me," she looked at him for the first time, tears threatened to spill from her eyes and Santiago noticed she was swaying slightly. She gripped his arm tighter.

"That's Puck, he gets bored easily," he shrugged. It wasn't like it was any secret that Puck liked to fuck his away around school. Quinn was aware of his reputation; she could hardly be surprised, could she?

She nodded and moved her hand from his arm to her lap, Santiago relaxed a little at the loss of contact.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the stars glistening in the pitch-dark sky and listening to the sounds of the people around them.

He wanted to get up, find Brittany and go home but for some reason he felt compelled to stay with Quinn.

"I just don't get it," she spoke eventually, eyes closed now.

"Get what?" he questioned cautiously, afraid of making her cry or something. It felt weird having a conversation with Quinn that wasn't filled with snarky comments and scathing remarks. They hadn't spoken properly since Middle School and even now, he was waiting for the angry tirade or the vicious abuse to fall from her lips.

"Why you chose someone like her," she took a shaky breath in an attempt to stop crying.

It took a second for her words to click in Santiago's mind. Her. Brittany?

"Who?" he asked, unwilling to drag Brittany's name into it if that's not who she was talking about.

"You know who. You could have had any other girl in this school and not once have you looked at them the way you look at her. It's a little pathetic," she searched his face and dared him to play dumb.

"Uh, I'm a little confused," he admitted. Was she saying she had a crush on him? Or just that she didn't like Brittany? This was so out of the blue.

"Fuck it, I shouldn't have come out here," she stood up abruptly and turned to leave.

"What are you saying Quinn?" he wasn't going to let her leave without explaining herself.

"Nothing. Forget I said anything. Just remember our deal, ok?" she said before stumbling back toward the house. It was only then that Santiago noticed just how drunk she was.

What the hell was going on? Yeah they had fooled around once or twice but Quinn was always sure to tell him it meant nothing and it was just the drink. And it was just the drink because it sure as hell didn't mean anything to him either. Their past friendship was long, long forgotten and Quinn made sure to exact her revenge on him with vicious rumors and lies and now, she was even trying to take Brittany from him. She was probably just reacting to Puck's indiscretion. It was all too complicated for him to understand.

The next morning Santiago awoke to the incessant buzzing of his phone. Without opening his eyes his hand fumbled around his bedside table and accidentally flung the phone to the ground. Groaning loudly in frustration he reluctantly squinted his eyes open and rolled out of bed, picking up his phone and bringing it to his ear to let loose at the caller who dared wake him up this early on a Saturday.

"H'lo," he grumbled angrily.

"Hi baby," the very welcome sound of Brittany's voice cut through his sleep-muddled mind.

He remembered last night and smiled, his morning wood twitched at the memory. He only got to see her once before Quinn's mom brought them home and he hadn't mentioned the very confusing conversation said girl had with him beforehand.

"Hey Britt," he croaked, his voice rough and hoarse from sleep.

"Did I wake you up?" he could hear the genuine concern in her voice.

"No, no of course not. I was awake already," he tried to make his voice perkier but with no luck.

"You're the worst liar ever. I'm sorry San, I was just calling to let you know that my dad said to be here before the game for dinner. He's insisting," she sounded a little embarrassed but Santiago was all too happy to enjoy another Pierce dinner.

"And my mom has invited your family over…" she reluctantly revealed.

At that thought Santiago's stomach knotted. The awkwardness of sitting around the dinner table with their two families would be stifling. Why did his mom have to be such good friends with Mrs. Pierce? Damn it.

"San?" Brittany was getting anxious but he hadn't noticed how lost in thought he was and his failure to answer.

"Sorry. That's totally cool. I can't wait," he made his way to the bathroom and checked that the hot water was on. He needed a scolding shower to loosen his stiff muscles and he definitely needed to do something about his boner.

"It won't be weird for you, will it?"

"It'll be fine. I just hope no one can read minds at that table because I can't stop thinking about what happened last night," he whispered, hoping his mom wasn't able to hear his voice echo off the hollow walls of the bathroom.

That caused Brittany to giggle and he could imagine the blush creeping onto her cheeks. He loved that she could never hide her embarrassment or shyness because her pale skin always gave her away. He checked himself out in the mirror and cringed at his morning hair and the indent of the pillow still marking the side of his face. His eyes were puffy and his lips were dry, definitely not a sight he'd ever want Brittany to see.

"I keep thinking about it too. I look forward to doing more things like that soon." Brittany's voice was mischievous and he could tell from the change in how she sounded that she was covering her mouth, probably to stop her curious sister from hearing their conversation. She had a habit of appearing out of the blue at the most inopportune moments. Like that time Santiago decided he was going to tell Brittany just how crazy he was about her during their third tutoring session and Chloe bounded down the stairs and hopped into his lap, completely ruining the moment like a moment ruining ninja or something.

"Ugh, you can't say things like that. I'm totally suffering with some unwanted morning surprise because of a dream I may or may not have had about you, me and a ridiculous water bed that magically appeared in the middle of the gym at school while I was watching you crunk to some classical music during a cheerios routine. I'm telling you B, alcohol gives me the strangest dreams." He shook his head as he reminisced about his erotic and strange dream.

Brittany laughed loudly at his revelation but he was way too aroused to care.

"You're so silly. I better go and let you take care of yourself because you'll be cranky all day if you don't. Text me later, love you," and with that Brittany hung up before he even got to say goodbye. That was the first time Brittany said she loved him without being prompted by him. The butterflies in his stomach were celebrating.

He turned the shower on and climbed in, moaning at the way it massaged his muscles and he stroked himself quickly and with purpose. It wasn't long before he came but it was nothing compared to how he orgasmed when with Brittany. He hoped they got to have sex again soon. He definitely thought about sex a lot beforehand but now it was on his mind almost constantly. He couldn't wait to try more positions and he wanted so bad to make her come during sex that he was determined to try the tips he found online. Shit, he tried to occupy his mind with other things, such as school and books. Anything that wasn't sexy or remotely related to Brittany.

It was going to be a long day.

"Santiago are the babies ready to leave?" His mami called up the stairs as he rushed around trying to dress his little brother and sister. Lolita was refusing to put on the yellow dress that his mother was insisting she wear and Carlos was too busy pulling every pair of pants he owned out of the drawers and onto the ground, smiling at Santiago as if he was doing him a favor.

"Carlos, give me those jeans and let me put them on you please," he begged his crazy little brother who enthusiastically picked a pair of jeans from the pile of discarded clothes on the floor and waved them over his head proudly. His goofy, pleased smile was just about cute enough to calm Santiago's frustrations.

"Mijo, what's going on here?" His mother appeared in the doorway of the bedroom looking around in amusement at the mess.

"The little rascals are too hyper to listen to me," Santiago explained, he was nervous about the impending family dinner and wasn't able to discipline his siblings, a rarity in the Lopez household as both his sister and brother usually respected his authority, even more so than their mother's at times.

"You go and finish getting ready. I'll take care of these two terrors." She immediately got Lolita to put on that dreaded yellow dress and proceeded to pick out some clothes for Carlos as Santiago made his way to his room to get changed.

They were back on schedule as they prepared to leave the house, his mami had baked a homemade dessert of banana bread and he was balancing it in one hand while carrying his sister on his hip with the other.

"You look so handsome. Brittany is such a lucky lady," his mami kissed his cheek and ruffled his hair. He thought he saw a tear threatening to spill from her eye but she turned away too quick for him to know for sure.

"You look really pretty mami. That dress is beautiful," he complimented. She had never looked better. She was more carefree than he had ever seen her and he was so happy that she seemed to be gaining more confidence in herself.

"You sweet man, I can't believe I raised such a perfect boy," this time she was definitely tearing up and Santiago was taken aback at her sudden show of emotion. His little sister looked at him for comfort, worried because her mami seemed upset.

"Are you ok?" he asked, a little confused.

"I've just never seen you so happy before mijo, and I am excited to spend some time with this lucky, lucky girl who has you so whipped," she chuckled through her tears as she wiped her eyes and took a deep breath, "Now, let's all leave before the Pierces think we're not coming," she grabbed Carlos's hand as they all shuffled out the front door.

"I'm not whipped," Santiago mumbled under his breath, not even believing his own words but determined to save face.

His mother looked disbelievingly at him before locking the door and leading the way to the Pierce house.

So what if he was whipped? Right? It's not like it was a bad thing.

The minute their relationship was open in school, he knew his reputation would be down the drain.

It's not like he cared, not when he'd have Brittany on his arm and was the envy of every guy at McKinley.

Especially Trouty Mouth.

They were eagerly greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Pierce and welcomed into their home with gracious smiles and hugs. Lolita squirmed to be let down as she ran off to find Chloe and Carlos hid shyly behind his mother's legs. The smells emanating from the kitchen were mouth watering and Mrs. Pierce and his mom rushed into the kitchen to exchange cooking tips and recipes, Carlos in tow.

"Brittany told me that this was your favorite beer. I know your mom won't mind you having one or two," Mr. Pierce said as he handed him a cold bottle from the cooler beside his chair.

"Thank you, sir," he took the beer from him and sat on the couch rigidly, wondering where the hell Brittany was.

"No need to be so formal Santiago, I don't know how many times I have to tell you," Mr. Pierce was smiling as he said it but Santiago knew he was being serious. He couldn't help it though, this was his girlfriend's dad after all.

"Sorry, it's just a habit." He apologized.

"If that's the worst of your habits then we won't be having any problems," Mr. Pierce said good naturedly, "Britty is just out in the shed working on her art project. You can go out and tell her that you're here. She's been restless all day. I think she's a smitten kitten," he continued.

Santiago was relieved to be given the chance to find her and escape the tension he was feeling from being around her dad. He was sure her dad felt the same which was unsurprising seeing as he was the guy his daughter was seeing.

"Thank you. I won't be long," he said before setting his beer on the coffee table and walking into the kitchen.

"Are you going to get Brittany? Can you tell her dinner will be ready in twenty five minutes? There's a little delay as my fabulous husband doesn't seem to be able to work the oven properly," Mrs. Pierce sighed as he moved toward the door leading to their back garden.

"No problem, I'll help Brittany with her project while we're waiting," He said before leaving her and his mom to it.

He pushed the creaky door of the shed open and smiled widely at the sight of Brittany perched atop a table in the corner swinging her legs with her eyes closed, humming along to a song playing from the earphones she had on. She was definitely not doing her art project like she had told her parents. Sneaky.

He twisted the lock on the door and moved quietly so as not to alert her to his presence. He slowly reached his hands out and ghosted them over her thighs causing her to jump in fright and scream.

"SAN!" she shouted as she brought her hand to her chest, breathing heavily.

Santiago was laughing at her reaction, "Hey babe, I didn't mean to scare you." He chuckled.

"Yeah you did!" she accused, her breath calming as he stroked over her thighs. She pulled her earphones out and brought him in for a hug, "but I forgive you because I'm so glad you're here."

"Mmm, me too," he stepped between her legs and pulled her closer, their bodies completely mashed together.

"You smell so good I could just eat you," she nibbled at his chest jokingly and buried her hands in his hair.

"You're in a good mood," he noted, smiling at her visible and seemingly random burst of enthusiasm.

"I am." She shrugged her shoulders and tugged the lapels of his shirt for him to lower his head, giving her access to his lips.

They kissed lazily, Santiago's hands automatically wandered around to her ass, lifting her up slightly so that he could feel her properly.

"Nuh uh," she pulled back and chastised him with a light slap on his chest, "we can't get hot and heavy, I know dinner is soon and my parents could come out any moment."

He groaned in disappointment causing her to pull back and laugh.

"Are you going to have a tantrum?" she teased playfully, leaning back on the table with both hands behind her, giving him the perfect view of her breasts.

Without hesitation, he ran his hands over her abs to cup her breasts, wiping the smile off her face.

She closed her eyes and gulped, her chest heaving and her breath hitching.

"I'm tempted to," he breathed over her lips, prompting her to run her tongue over them.

"What?" she blinked her eyes open, shaking her head as if to rid her of the sex haze.

"Throw a tantrum. I'm tempted to if it means you'll stay and we can do this. I locked the door anyway," he pinched her nipples over her top and she squeaked.

"I…. we can't. Oh…" Santiago had lifted her top slowly and bent down to lick over her tight stomach. Her hand gripped the hair at the back of his head and her body undulated against him. He would never usually do something so daring, especially with their whole family in the house but he needed her so badly.

"How long do we have?" she panted out as he blew hot air onto the twitching muscles of her abdomen, determined to taste her and enjoy her for what limited time they had.

"About… like twenty minutes," he croaked out.

"We really can't San," her hands contradicted her words as she rubbed over his cock. He pushed into her hand and kissed her heatedly. He allowed himself two more strokes of her tongue before stepping back and smiling in apology.

"Sorry. I can't help myself," he took her two hands in his and swung them between them.

"I know the feeling." She grinned reassuringly.

He was glad she stopped him because he would have died had any of their family members found them going at it just before dinner.

They passed the time by catching up with each other and it wasn't until Brittany talked about Quinn being upset that he remembered their conversation from last night.

"I have something to tell you." He told her, dreading the thoughts of telling her about the possibility of Quinn having a crush on him.

"Okaaay?" she scrunched her face up cutely.

And so he told her about what Quinn had said at Courtney's party.

"Oh. Right. Well, that would kinda make sense I guess. If she has a crush on you then she wouldn't want us to be together." She was calm and rational, unlike Santiago who was panicked and worried.

"I really don't want your life at McKinley to be made difficult because of her Britt. She has a lot of power in those halls," he was scared of Brittany becoming a victim of bullying and he knew he could only protect her from certain people, Quinn was like a goddess in that school.

"Santiago, I am more than capable of looking out for myself. You need to stop worrying about me and start focusing on just being with me and being happy." She kissed his hands and pulled him close again.

He closed his eyes and breathed her in. He couldn't stop the fear gnawing at him though because he knew damn well that Quinn would ruin Brittany's life if she had half the chance.

He just had to make sure she didn't get the chance.

Dinner with the Pierces was a pleasant affair and apart from a few uncomfortable questions about their relationship status, Santiago really enjoyed himself. His mom was making jokes and exuding a happiness she hadn't done in years. Brittany kept sending him sly smiles as she ran her foot over his crotch under the table from her position across from him and caused him to choke on more than one occasion. Mr. Pierce eyed him suspiciously the fourth time he violently coughed at a particularly slow and hard grind of Brittany's wandering foot but he avoided all eye contact and pretended to be engrossed in his mashed potatoes.

They moved to the living room afterward to watch the match. Brittany sat beside him but in his never-ending paranoia he kept his distance. As he and Mr. Pierce debated the quality of the game during the break, Brittany wrapped his arm around herself and snuggled into his side, causing him to stutter mid sentence. Mr. Pierce's reassuring smile calmed him though and he relaxed, enjoying the light buzz of his two beers and the warmth of Brittany's body sidled up against him. He caught his mami's eye and she gestured at Brittany adoringly, he looked down to see Brittany gazing at him, pecking him quickly on the cheek before carrying on her conversation with their mothers.

Never in his life did he imagine he would be in this position; cuddled up to a girl he loved, with their parents in the room, watching a game and chatting away to her father like old friends.

His life just kept getting better.

That night, after saying their goodbyes, Santiago found himself sneaking back over to the Pierce's. Brittany had convinced him to get out of his warm, cozy bed and go over for some "quality time" so rather than sleeping soundly at 1am, he was hoisting himself over the side gate of the Pierce house that led to their back garden and closer to the shed where Brittany was waiting for him.

He almost fell face first into the dirt on his descent but managed to find his balance just on time. Grumbling and cursing, he dusted himself off and glared at the gate, wondering why he didn't think to ask Brittany to open it for him.

He quietly tip toed through their garden and cautiously pushed the shed door open.

"You're here," Brittany greeted from where she sat on the same table he found her on earlier that evening.

"I am?" He raised his hands and looked down at himself, as if checking for himself.

"Don't be so cheeky," she wagged her finger in his direction and then opened her legs, waving her hands for him to settle between them.

"You look sexy," he noted appreciatively, she was wearing her pajama shorts and a tight tank top, her hair was messy in the best possible way.

"Oh yeah, pajama's are so sexy," she rolled her eyes.

"On you they are," he said honestly.

"Shut up and kiss me. I can't be out here too long," so he complied by leaning down to meet her lips in a searing, hot, wet, kiss. He wasn't sure why she wanted to meet him here but as her hands pushed down into his sweatpants and stroked him he soon gathered that this wasn't just a friendly visit.

"Oh," he moaned into her mouth, her tongue didn't slow though and she frantically pushed his pants and boxers down.

"I'm so horny, I couldn't sleep thinking about how bad I wanted to do this." She breathed into his ear, causing his eyes to close tightly and a groan to tumble from his lips.

"Oh god," his mind was still catching up with her words as she pumped his cock, he was fully hard already.

His hands finally listened to his brain as he pulled at Brittany's shorts, she sat up as he moved them down her legs and discarded them onto the ground of the shed. She lifted her hands over her head and he took his queue to remove her top.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he licked her tits and pinched her nipples. Brittany was clawing at his back desperately.

"Take it off," she tugged at his t-shirt and he obeyed her immediately.

"Sit up," he said, which she did as he placed his t-shirt underneath her, "I don't want you to be uncomfortable," he told her as she sat back on it, he hoped his top provided a little protection from the rough surface of the table.

"You are just so perfect," she grabbed his cheeks and brought him in for another long kiss. His cock was twitching against his stomach and Brittany pulled him closer, bringing it to her wet center. He gasped at the feeling of her wetness coating him and she grinded slowly onto his dick.

"I want you inside me," she confessed breathlessly. He was about to tell her he hadn't brought a condom when she reached behind her and triumphantly brought a red square wrapper into his view. She opened it with her teeth as he surprised her by stroking over her clit with his finger, she jerked forward and grabbed his shoulder with her left hand, the half opened wrapper still between her teeth.

"You're soaked," He was amazed at just how wet she was.

She finished unwrapping the condom and flicked the packaging behind him, "That's because I was lying in bed, thinking of you. Thinking about how I wanted you to fill me up with your big cock." He hardened even further at bluntness of her words.

She rolled the condom on over his cock and squeezed at the base, smiling slyly as his eyes fluttered.

She widened her legs and moved forward, her ass resting on the very corner of the table. He was still rubbing her clit lightly.

"Inside," she grabbed his shaft and guided him closer, he was met with elastic resistance and released a long, satisfied groan as he pushed past it enveloping his cock into the tight heat of her pussy.

"Yes," she breathed loudly.

He moved back out slowly, reveling in the sensation and trying his best to keep his cool. This whole situation was so unexpected he hadn't the time to psyche himself up so that he wouldn't come too soon.

"Faster, San. I want you hard and fast, please," she begged, licking his bottom lip.

He nodded and pushed back inside of her roughly, building a rhythm for them. Grabbing her hips, he sat her up and manipulating her hips to move with him. She took the hint and started riding his dick. Her tits were bouncing in his face and he took the chance to lick and nip at them.

"Oh San." She scratched his sweaty back until her hands reached his ass and she started pulling him into her harder. He was in heaven, his eyes closed and his stomach clenched, the tingling intensified and the feel of his impending orgasm just around the corner spurred him on.

He started stroking her clit again, faster than before and her breath hitched, she lost her rhythm and her head fell to his shoulder.

Santiago held her closer and began pounding into her, sweat dripping from his face and his arms shaking from exertion, one leaning on the table and the other holding her up.

"I'm gonna come," he blurted, his balls tightening and stomach convulsing.

"Yes, mmmm, OH" Brittany nodded frantically before freezing completely in his arms. Her nails digging into his ass while she screamed hoarsely.

He pumped into her three more times before moaning as he emptied himself inside the condom.

They lay silently for a few moments, gathering their breath and enjoying the calmness that had settled between them after such an exhausting feat.

"Oh….that was…. amazing," Brittany spoke eventually.

Santiago smiled in agreement, slowly pulling out of her and removing the condom, trying a knot in it and dropping it to the ground.

"I have to say, it was better than my imagination," she lay back on the table, still out of breath.

"Mine too," he kissed her stomach and dropped a peck onto her clit keeping in mind that she was sensitive and careful not to linger.

"I love you so much," she admitted, stroking his hair as he rested his head on her chest.

"I love you too." He nuzzled into her and rested a moment before they had to break apart to get dressed. After a short make out session, they parted ways. He walked home topless as his t-shirt was completely ruined. Never had he been so happy to ruin an item of clothing. It was only when he lay in bed that night when he realized he totally just had a booty call.

It was the best booty call ever.