I grant you the right to hate me. I don't have any idea why, but I just couldn't write this chapter. Every time I got to it I felt like I was pushing it just for you guys. Because I've gotten so many demands and encouragement for more I just had to sit myself down and do it. So I hope it satisfies you guys, I really do. I just wanna make my readers happy. I did the best I could.
Santana wasn't surprised to feel a soreness between her legs the next day. Ever since she'd gotten pregnant everything seemed to be a lot more sensitive. It was both a blessing and a curse.
Brittany began to rouse, sensing Santana beside her. She made a cute little grumbling noise and snuggled into Santana's back. Brittany had recently taken on the role of the big spoon. It's just how they fit.
"Morning baby." Brittany whispered into Santana's ear.
"Morning B." Santana grumbled back, unable to keep the smile from her face.
The more she woke up to Brittany's embrace, the more she was coming to love it. It was now to the point where she didn't want to ever leave the bed.
"It's seven, San, we gotta get up." Brittany said, a sense of regret in her voice.
Santana supposed she was enjoying their morning cuddles as much as she was.
"I don't wanna." Santana whined petulantly in an overdramatic way.
She buried her face into the pillow that smelt of Brittany and groaned in annoyance.
"Get up, lazy bum." Brittany teased, nudging Santana in the rib.
"Britt!" Santana cried out, shooting up.
Brittany laughed mischievously and practically tumbled out of the bed, expecting revenge. Santana could be stealth, so whatever she was plotting she knew it would be unexpected.
Santana calmed down, seemingly as if she had gotten over it. Brittany watched curiously as she made her way over to the wardrobe and stripped off her shirt and her pants. Brittany's jaw dropped. Not because this wasn't their everyday routine, but because she knew exactly what Santana was up to.
"You mind if I wear your grey hoodie?" Santana asked, still looking inside the closet.
Brittany swallowed, suddenly nervous.
"Yeah, sure. But why?" Brittany knew exactly why, so she didn't know why she asked, really.
Santana smirked, pulling the hoodie over her head and slipping on a pair of tight jeans.
"No reason." Santana lied, nonchalant.
Santana knew that Brittany had a thing for her wearing her clothes, especially baggy clothes that were clearly too big, and clearly not Santana's. Brittany was a possessive girlfriend, despite many who think it's Santana who's in charge. So seeing her girlfriend all day in her clothes was bordering on boner material.
When they arrived at school, Brittany was tense. She was acting more aloof than usual and she was jumpy. She tried her best not to look at Santana, because she really couldn't trust herself not to take her, claim her right there. The girl was practically prancing around, yelling to the world that she was Brittany's, and that was sexy.
Everything that day seemed normal until a hoard of cheerios came storming towards Santana, glaring at her. Santana frowned, confused, while Brittany prepared for battle.
"Hey Santana, what's with the clothes? You got something to hide?" One girl snickered, causing the rest of the group to laugh along with her.
Santana's stomach dropped, and Brittany paled.
"What did you say?" Santana snapped, causing the girls to come to a stop, creating a scene in the middle of the hallway.
A particularly bitchy looking girl, who seemed to think she was the group's leader stepped forward, an ugly snarl contorting her already unpleasant features.
"You must be stupid. The whole school knows you're knocked up, slut."
Before the cheerio could even wait for some kind of retort, Brittany lunged forward, ramming the girl straight to the floor. She swung her arms, throwing punches that could rival some of the football players. The girl screamed out, her friends just frantically babbled, not knowing what to do.
"HEY!" A booming voice cut in.
All the commotion came to a halt as coach Beiste stormed down the hall and pulled Brittany up. The cheerio below her stammered to her feet, blood gushing freely from her nose. Still, Brittany had no regrets.
"Crazy bitch!" The girl spat, her friends all comforting and consoling her.
Brittany scoffed, muttering a barely audibly, "Pathetic bitch." Under her breath.
Brittany spent the rest of the day in the principal's office, while Santana sat out in the waiting room, still in shock. For one, somehow everyone knew that she was pregnant, and two, she had never in her life seen Brittany so angry. It was all too daunting for her to comprehend.
It seemed like forever until Brittany came out of the office, looking deflated and pissed off. Santana sat up, wide eyes watching the blonde who came over and sat next to her.
"I had to tell the truth... you know, about you, about us. So, he settled on giving me a couple weeks of detention after school." Brittany said, sounding ashamed more than anything.
Santana sighed, both relieved and nervous at the same time. She supposed having the principal know about them wasn't exactly bad, it's not like he'd go tell people. But Brittany has shocked her today, she never thought that she was capable of attacking someone like that, even if it was for her.
"There's going to be a lot of bitches like her around now that people know, and it's not like you can bash them all. It's just something we will both have to deal with. But I am kind of glad that you protected me like that, it means a lot that you care so much." Santana said sincerely.
Brittany gave a weak smile in reply.
"I'm just sad that I didn't hurt her more. How dare she call you a slut. That stupid dumb bitch." Brittany muttered angrily.
"I think a broken nose is enough." Santana joked, remembering the amount of blood pouring from the girl's nose. Brittany had got her good.
She shuffled closer to Brittany, wrapping her arm around her shoulders, bringing their shoulders together. Brittany seemed to immediately relax, her whole body melting into the comforting gesture.
"I'll always protect you, San, and the baby. I'd give my life for you two." She confessed.
Santana's heart swelled at the honesty behind Brittany's words. She wondered how she had gotten so lucky. Which was an odd thing to think since she was pregnant.
"I have to admit, you being all protective of me was kind of hot." Santana said, fighting the blush forming on her cheeks.
Brittany raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah?" She asked, rapidly changing the atmosphere.
"Mmhmm..." Santana replied, acting coy.
"How so?" Brittany asked, shifting her body closer to Santana, a motion that didn't go unnoticed by the Latina.
"I don't know... I think it's just like, when you're angry and possessive, it's really hot. Especially because it was over me." Santana said, with an obvious lowering in her voice. It was a lot easier to get her going these days, and it was almost uncontrollable.
Brittany thought over her options for a moment. As much as she wanted to prove to Santana just how possessive she could be, there was obviously a part of her – that being a very stiff member between her legs – convincing her to heed to Santana's needs.
But before she could come up with a decision, both girls turned their heads, noticing a presence at the door.
"Hey... Santana, could I speak to you?" Asked a nervous Quinn Fabray.
Brittany and Santana exchanged looks; a silent conversation. Then Brittany nodded. Santana stood up and followed the other blonde outside of the office. They came to a stop in the empty hallway.
"I heard about what happened before." Quinn began. "I just want you to know that I understand, and that if you need someone to talk to, I'm here."
Santana began to wonder where this 'mature' Quinn had come from. Yet, it was also nice to feel as if she might have someone to talk to who had been through the same thing. As much support as Brittany was, she would never be able to completely emphasise with her situation as much as Quinn.
"Thanks..." Santana answered nervously and genuinely. "Actually, um, I was wondering about a couple of things. Y'know just like, about... hormones and stuff." She said, blushing furiously.
"Oh." Quinn blanched, she hadn't been expecting that. "Well... at the time, I wasn't really with anyone, so I kind of just had to take care of myself. B-but you've got Britt, right? So yeah, you're luckier than I was."
She was rambling, and Santana knew that she had made her uncomfortable. But she really was curious.
Little did either of the girls realise that Brittany was eagerly listening in at the door of the office.
"I just don't want Britt to think I'm some crazy sex addict. But I can't control it, I can't even concentrate in school."
Quinn was blushing just as badly as Santana by this point.
"It does go away, eventually. But the first trimester is always the worst... or the best... depending on opinion."
Ok, now it was awkward, even for Santana.
"Uh, so, yeah I'll talk to you if anything comes up." She finished quickly, almost running into Brittany as she walked back into the office.
"Whoa." She exclaimed, taking a step back.
"Oh... uh, hi." Brittany muttered guiltily.
Santana raised a knowing eyebrow.
"Were you spying on my conversation?" She asked, as if chastising a naughty puppy.
Brittany hung her head and nodded. Santana tutted, shaking her head exaggeratedly. There was something oddly fulfilling about playing these little mind games with Brittany, and Santana knew exactly what to say and do to get what she wants.
"Don't sulk, baby, I'm not mad." Santana assured, tilting Brittany's chin up with her finger.
There was a momentary exchange of looks between them.
Right there, in the middle of the empty office waiting room, Santana leant in and pulled Brittany into a purposeful kiss. It took the blonde by surprise, who stumbled backwards into the wall, to which Santana had no shame in pushing her against it.
It was a heated kiss, perhaps a little too heated for their particular surroundings. Brittany mustered all of her will power to softly push Santana back.
"As much as I want you... I don't think right here is the best place." Brittany said.
But Santana wasn't having it. She growled and pushed Brittany back against the wall with a thud and pressed their bodies together. She knew what had come over her, and knew there was no way to get rid of the feeling unless Brittany fucked it out of her.
"Ugh, San-" Brittany tried to protest, but was distracted by Santana's palm pressing into her crotch.
She lost herself again, the sensation taking over her body. Santana smirked, nuzzling into Brittany's neck. She knew what she had to do.
"Please baby, I need you to fuck me." Santana husked, sucking on Brittany's neck, palming firmly. She couldn't help but notice how Brittany grew under her touch at at her words.
"I'll fuck you however you want, just not in when the principal's office is right there and anyone could walk in and see us."
Santana growled again and slid her hand down Brittany's jeans.
"Fuck!" Brittany hissed.
Santana groaned, wrapping her fingers around Brittany's undeniably hard cock. She loved how warm and firm Brittany felt in her hand. More yet, she loved how Brittany twitched in her hand and whimpered in surprised pleasure.
"Mmm, you're so hard." Santana whispered, nuzzling affectionately into Brittany's neck. She knew the blonde loved it when she did that.
"Just open the zipper and I'll pull my jeans down a bit, please Britt, I want you right here, I want you to make me yours. Don't be a pussy." She was pushing it now, knowing Brittany needed that extra encouragement, even if it came from feigned doubt in her.
"Don't push me." Brittany warned. Santana's slight insult having done the trick.
Santana moaned at the sudden aggression. She loved it when Brittany did that, and Brittany knew that it got Santana going.
"You're that desperate that you want me to fuck you outside the principal's office? Huh?"
Santana whimpered, still manoeuvring her hand inside of Brittany's jeans. But just like that, Brittany grabbed her wrist and pinned it up against the wall.
"Hurry up!" Santana demanded, frustrated.
Brittany really didn't like being told what to do. She rapidly undid Santana's jeans and tugged them down with just enough room to work. She then unzipped her fly and pulled out her dick. It was red and throbbing painfully, standing up at its impressive length and girth.
Santana eyed it hungrily, the urge to please Brittany overcoming her. She went to drop to her knees, but Brittany pulled her back up, earning a confused look from Santana.
"No time." Brittany husked. "I'm going to fuck you hard and fast and you're going to keep quiet, otherwise I'll stop."
It was a demand, not a question. Santana nodded, her hips bucking desperately.
"I would have thought last night was enough for you, but you just can't get enough of this cock, can you?" Brittany teased, pressing the tip of her cock against Santana's slit. They moaned simultaneously at the touch.
"Fuck, Britt, now! Pleaseee." Santana begged, sounding more whiney than usual, but she put it down to her raging hormones.
"Shh!" Brittany demanded, placing a hand over Santana's mouth.
"What did I say? You have to be quiet."
Santana nodded frantically, she wasn't below begging at this point, but she knew she had to be quiet.
"Good girl." Brittany cooed.
Not a second later, Brittany thrust forward, sheathing herself deep inside of an extremely wet Santana. Brittany sighed in relief, feeling herself being sucked deep inside of Santana, easily sliding in and out due to her arousal. There was no better feeling.
"You're so fucking wet." Brittany husked into Santana's ear.
Santana whimpered in reply, not trusting her mouth to open, knowing she wouldn't be able to keep quiet.
Brittany did as she said she would, thrusting hard inside of Santana, unrelenting. Her dick was throbbing, and she couldn't get enough of Santana.
"You like it hard, baby?" Brittany teased, watching as her entire cock filled Santana until their hips were touching.
Santana couldn't keep from letting out a surprised squeak, but Brittany was quick to cover her mouth again.
"Feel... so good." Santana moaned out wantonly.
Brittany ploughed into her, knocking Santana's back against the wall with a thud each time, she knew she would cum soon. The thrill of knowing how easily they could get caught was more exhilarating than expected.
"B, I-Im gonna cum." Santana shuddered, grabbing onto Brittany's hips and digging in harshly.
"Me too." Brittany gasped, pressing their bodies together.
"Oh god, fuck, Britt! So good..."
Santana let go with a shuddering breath, biting into Brittany's shoulder, keeping herself from screaming out. Her orgasm was intense, causing her to collapse into Brittany's body.
"Fuck, San-"
Her plea was lost as Santana dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around Brittany's cock. Brittany was now the one fighting to keep quiet, biting into her own hand and grasping Santana's hair in her fist.
She bit down hard enough to draw blood, whimpering as she shot her load down Santana's throat. Santana greedily took all of her cum, polishing her off until there wasn't a drop left.
Brittany staggered backward as Santana pulled back, releasing her cock. Santana stood up, quickly adjusting her jeans. She then noticed that in her race to milk Brittany of her cum, some had dribbled down her chin and onto her (Brittany's) hoodie.
"You made a mess." Brittany teased, looking at the chest of the hoodie.
"Can I keep this hoodie?" Santana asked, biting back a smirk.
Brittany swallowed thickly, shaking her head.
"You really can't get enough of me, huh?"
Santana's smirk turned into a shy smile.
"I just like smelling you and having you close." She said bashfully.
"Aww." Brittany cooed, brushing back a loose hair from Santana's face.
Cutting into their moment, a door opened and out emerged principal Figgins. Both girls stiffened, expecting the worst.
"Oh, ladies. What are you still doing here? Get to class." He ordered, oblivious to them having just fucked outside of his office.
With a sigh of relief, Brittany and Santana scurried out into the hallway, breaking out in triumphant giggles. Little did they know, they might not have gotten away with as much as they thought.