"What songs are you going to play at open mic on Wednesday?" Brittany asked Santana at dinner on the first day back to school. They had already talked about their first classes, which seemed to be going ok. Syllabus day was never very difficult. It had been stressful last semester because Brittany was learning all of the difficult challenges she would be facing. But this semester she was kind of excited. Her one non-dance class professor had pulled her aside after class and told her that everything had been set up and that she would be getting the notes a few days before class so she had time to print them and bring them with her. He had been very nice about the extra work he had to do to help her and it was nice to not feel like a burden.
"I shouldn't tell you just like you wouldn't let me see you dance." Santana smiled popping a tomato into her mouth.
"At least tell me what kind?"
"Rap."
"Really?"
"…no. But I should try it sometime."
"Totally." Brittany tried to drop it but she was too excited. "Tell me San!"
"How about I tell you two of the four."
"Ok."
"First is Dust in the Wind by Kansas and the second is Wagon Wheel by Old Crow Medicine Show."
"I know the first one. Not the second. When have you been practicing I'm with you like all the time."
"I know them all really well so I don't need to learn them. I practiced a lot this morning while you were in class. And I'll keep practicing until Wednesday. I worked on them at home too while you were hanging out with my mom."
"I kept trying to catch you playing so I could be sneaky and figure out what you were playing." Brittany pouted but Santana just laughed.
"Baby you are the least sneaky person ever. I love you so much, but you are definitely not sneaky." She took a drink of water and put her hand over Brittany's before changing the subject. "Are you nervous about tutoring tomorrow?"
"I thought I would be but no. I'm mostly excited. I really hope they can help me."
"They can B. They exist for a reason. And if things aren't going well, my Dad will call and make sure you get better help." After they were finished eating they cleaned up and left. Santana had assumed that Brittany would be going home with her. "Want to watch a movie tonight?"
"I do. But I have to go back to my dorm. I need to do laundry and I haven't seen Rachel. Is that ok?"
"Yeah of course. I should practice anyway." But Brittany could tell that Santana wasn't being totally honest. Truthfully, Brittany didn't really want to go back to her dorm either but Rachel had asked and she had some research to do that she didn't want Santana to get embarrassed about.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah babe. Positive." When they got outside Santana pulled Brittany into a hug before they parted. The hug lasted a little extra longer and involved several kisses and then several extra kisses for good measure.
When Brittany got back to the dorm Rachel was on the phone with her dads. So she decided to get some of her research out of the way. She wasn't exactly sure where to start so she opened up Google and typed in 'anal sex' and hit the 'I'm feeling lucky' button. Mistake. Definitely a mistake. So she typed it into Google again and hit search. After wading through some stuff that made her slightly uncomfortable she found some very useful information. Next she needed to look up sex toys. She pulled up a website and started to go through the pages. It was kind of overwhelming, how many different kinds and colors and shapes there were. After almost an hour of searching she decided she needed a break and ran her laundry down to the laundry room.
Rachel got back in the room expecting Brittany to be there. She wasn't, but there was evidence of her having been there. Her book bag was there, and all of the clothes that had been piled on her bed were gone. And her computer was on, which Rachel hadn't seen in months. Curious (which is natural and healthy), she looked at what Brittany had pulled up. Strap-ons. Oh. She hadn't thought about that. Which is ridiculous since it must be a staple of lesbian sex right? Well, if Brittany was buying one for her and Santana then it's something she thought she might as well at least look into.
When Brittany got back into the room Rachel was sitting on her bed looking at her phone. "Hey Rach!" Brittany hopped onto her bed and gave her a one armed hug. They talked about how the rest of their breaks had gone and how things were going between Rachel and Quinn. Then settled on a movie and spent the evening together.
Wednesday came before they knew it. Santana was thankful that she could play and sing these songs in her sleep because she hadn't had a lot of additional time to practice. Brittany seemed to be excited about tutoring but from what she had told Santana it hadn't been more than introductions and discussions about learning so far. Her homework hadn't gotten really heavy yet so Santana reserved the right to be thankful for them until she saw Brittany's stress level not reaching anything like it did last semester.
Even though she wasn't needed to help Brittany with her homework now, she still felt as busy. She had gotten a homework assignment on the first day of class from a professor in the department who genuinely seemed to not like her. "He called me up and asked me to play a piece that I hadn't even thought about since the year before. But I played fine of course-"
"Of course." Brittany nods with a slight smile.
"I'm not trying to be cocky B. It's just not hard for me. I've been playing since I was three. But he told me it was sub par. So I played it again. This time I was sure it was perfect. And he said it could use some improvement. I mean maybe I had some timing issues but I thought it sounded good."
"I get it. That's how hip-hop class will be for me. Is he like that with the other students?"
"No! That's what pisses me off. He tells them their mediocre performances are improving, or doing well. Then he just tells me that I'm not practicing enough so he's going to check my logged hours in the practice rooms. He said that he might start setting a minimum for certain people, meaning me, and if we don't reach it it will affect our grades." Brittany was as confused as Santana. She had heard her play piano, and while she was no expert, she knew it sounded beautiful. And effortless. She could just sit there at a piano, talking to Brittany and play beautiful things without even paying attention. Still holding conversation. Over break, Maribel had showed her videos from Santana's first recital when she was five. She was playing better than some of the kids two or three times her age.
"Maybe he's jealous?"
"I don't know why he would be. He's the teacher, I'm still the student." Brittany shrugged. She didn't really know either.
"Is it bad enough that you think you need to talk to another professor about it?" Santana sighed heavily as she sifted through a drawer looking for another guitar pick.
"I don't think so. Maybe it'll pass." Brittany stepped up behind her and put her arms around Santana, laying little distracting kisses to the back of her neck. She could feel Santana loosen in her arms.
"I'm excited for tonight. Are you?"
"Kind of. Kind of nervous. I don't want to mess up in front of everyone. Or you." They heard a knock on the door just before Quinn came walking in.
"What if we had been naked?"
"It would have been funny to watch you scramble for sheets. Can I borrow your car?
"Mhmm. Where you going?" Santana replied distractedly. Brittany was currently stretching and honestly, you can't blame her for being distracted by that.
"Mall. Oh my God Santana stop you're drooling. Do you guys want to go with?" Santana tore her eyes away from Brittany (reluctantly) and looked at Quinn.
"Can't. Gotta practice for tonight." She looked over at Brittany to see if she was going to go. She was standing there biting her lip looking conflicted. "Go babe I have to focus on this and you distract me. Bring me dinner on your way back?" Brittany nodded. "Need money?" Brittany shook her head.
"Still have the money your dad forced upon me before I left."
"Just let him B. That's what he does. It makes him feel like he's taking care of us even though we aren't there. He still gives Gabe money when he comes home and he definitely doesn't need it. Kiss me. Quinn is waiting." Brittany leaned in and pressed her lips firmly against Santana's. Now she didn't want to leave. They could stay here. Do this. But Santana pulled apart and Brittany was brought back to the reality that she was distracting and Santana did need to focus. So she reluctantly left to with Quinn to the mall.
While at the mall Brittany was content to look and not buy. Except at the candy store because how does anyone help themselves there? On the way back they stopped at the requested Taco Bell for Santana ("Don't ever tell my mother.") and went home. Santana was sitting in the living room still playing her guitar when they got in. She had changed though and looked like she was ready to go. She was standing at the counter eating tacos oblivious to Brittany's staring. But she can't help that either. Santana was just beautiful and she gave up a while ago trying not to stare. She was wearing skinny jeans with flats, a tank top and a black blazer.
"What's up Britt?" She'd been caught.
"You're just so hot." She replied truthfully with a shrug. "And your butt looks amazing in those pants."
"Britt" Santana whined bashfully looking down at her food, unable to keep the smile off of her face. "Get anything at the mall."
"Candy."
"Some of it made it home this time then?" Last time they had gone to the mall Brittany had gotten a lot of candy but managed to eat it all before they got home. She was laid out on the couch for the rest of the night with a terrible stomach ache.
"I learned that lesson." Brittany grimaced recalling the same memory.
Santana spent the rest of the time before leaving playing her guitar, while Brittany finished writing in a notebook that her tutor gave her about how classes had gone that day. When the time came, they all got into Santana's car, picked up Mercedes and Sam, and went to the coffee shop. When they got inside Brittany saw Kurt, Blaine and a few other people from the LGBT group that they almost never attended anymore. Santana said hi to everyone and went to check in. They sat through a few not so great performances and a couple pretty good ones before it was Santana's turn to go up. Brittany stood up, clapping the loudest by far. She was already so proud.
"Uh hey guys. This is really my first time playing in this kind of situation so I hope it goes pretty well. You should all know this one." She proceeded to play what Brittany thought (in a totally unbiased way) might have been the best version of Kansas's Dust in the Wind that she had ever heard. The room went almost completely silent while she played but erupted into the loudest applause left when she was done. Brittany, of course, on her feet beaming at Santana. "Thanks guys. So next I'm going to play another cover. They're all covers actually. But this one is Wagon Wheel by Old Crow Medicine Show. Feel free to sing along or whatever." And people did. The energy in the room was wonderful, except Brittany kind of wished they'd sing less so she could hear Santana more. But, lucky for her she thought, she gets to hear it anytime she wants.
"Everyone likes that song I think. This next one is fun. A little out of genre." Brittany realized she didn't know the next two songs that Santana was going to play. She didn't recognize it at first, she hadn't ever heard the tune before. But then Quinn laughed next to her and shook her head.
"What?" Brittany whispered, still not sure what the song was.
"It's Beyonce. She turned Beyonce acoustic." That's why Brittany began to recognize the words to Crazy in Love. She looked back up to the stage and saw Santana smiling at her. She did a little wave in response. She couldn't help but dance in her seat a little. After the song ended everyone clapped the loudest they had yet which made Santana laughed.
"I thought you guys might like that. Um. This next one, and my last song is for someone very important." She winked at Brittany, who felt her chest swell with love and mouthed 'I love you' to Santana on the stage. "It's called Paperweight."
Brittany hadn't ever heard the song before, but she had heard Santana play it on the guitar without singing it. She tried to focus on the words but got lost at some point, because Santana was looking at her like that. Like she was the only thing that Santana could see in the whole world. And you can't be blamed for not being able to focus when the girl you love is looking at you like that. Santana didn't take her eyes off of Brittany the whole time she sang the song. And when it was over, everyone clapped. "Thanks everyone. It's been awesome." She went to pack up her guitar while they all waited for her to come back to their table. As she left the stage with her guitar Brittany watched her get intercepted by a girl she hadn't ever seen before. She assumed she was in the music program with Santana and went back to throwing little paper balls at Sam.
"Someone is hitting on your girl." Quinn said beside her. Brittany looked back up and the girl was standing awkwardly close to Santana, who looked like she wasn't exactly sure how to get away. "She has nothing on you." Quinn amended. It hadn't been her intention to make Brittany jealous.
"No. I know. But I'm going to go rescue San." Brittany climbs over the others in the booth with a grace that shouldn't be allowed and makes her way up to Santana. "Baby you were so amazing! I loved the song." She put her arms around Santana and kissed her. The girl that had been previously talking to Santana walked away without even saying goodbye. Brittany just laughed. "I'm sorry your friend left." She didn't sound very sorry.
"I'm glad you liked the song. Yeah I don't actually know her she just wouldn't stop talking to me. I was trying to get back to you guys."
"She was hitting on you. I didn't like it."
"Well I didn't even notice because I just wanted to get back to you."
"Mmmm that so?" Brittany smiled as she leaned in for another kiss.
After they pulled apart Santana became very aware that everyone was now watching them. So she bashfully climbed into the booth bringing Brittany with her, successfully hiding them from prying eyes a little bit. Now it was just her friends surrounding her. They congratulated her and told her how amazing she was. They decided to stay and watch a few more people play but Santana spent the rest of them time distracted by Brittany who couldn't seem to stop looking at her, or giving her little kisses throughout the rest of the performances.
"I really liked Wagon Wheel San. I think that was my favorite." Quinn stated after another act.
"It was ok. It would have been better on a ukulele."
"You can play a ukulele?"
"Pretty much anything with strings." Santana said nonchalantly. Brittany couldn't understand how this girl didn't think she was amazing. But saying something would just embarrass her so she just settled her head onto her shoulder and grasped her hand.
"Are you staying at my place tonight?" Santana whispered into her ear during the last singer of the night's set. Brittany nodded.
"Of course. But I think I'm staying at mine tomorrow. Rachel wants roommate nights on Monday and Thursday. Which I thought would be ok since you have night classes on those days." Santana cuddled into Brittany even closer. Happy that she had her for tonight but, as always, unhappy about the nights they would inevitably spend apart. But if there were roommate nights, does that mean she gets her for the rest of the five nights a week? She hoped anyway.
The drive home was spent talking about the other performers and how of course Santana was the best. But Santana mostly couldn't keep her eyes off of Brittany. Quinn knew that look. So as soon as they got inside, and Brittany and Santana hurried off to their room Quinn went into hers. Changed, put in her new noise canceling headphones, and tried resist the urge to show up at her own girlfriends dorm.
Friday morning Brittany wakes up and goes about her normal routine. Eat cereal. Get dressed. Check email. She only had one that wasn't junk mail today. It was from one of her dance professors asking if she could step into her office at some point today really quick. That made Brittany a little nervous. But she hadn't asked her to make an appointment so maybe it wasn't too serious. She hoped anyway. She thought she was doing really well in her dance classes so far. It was only the first week but she had a pretty good sense that these classes weren't going to be any harder than last semester.
After her morning dance class she stopped by the office suite. She saw her professor's door was closed and the secretary told her that she was on the phone and that she'd be off in a few minutes. So Brittany sat down to wait, she had some time. Just as she sat down a boy that she had never seen around the building before walked in. He was bulkier than most male dancers, tan, with a mohawk. "I don't know where this class is." He said handing a piece of paper to the woman behind the desk.
"Dance for non-majors meets in room 107 which is directly down the hall on your right sir. You passed it walking in."
"I probably did. I just don't really want to be here. Football coach is making me, says I need to learn a little grace." That explains it Brittany thought. The boy leaned over the desk. "Maybe we can work out a little arrangement. It's only an audit. I just need a signature that says I attended these classes. Maybe you could just sign this and then maybe I could do something for you." He flirted. Brittany almost laughed out loud. This guy was ridiculous.
"How about go to class." The secretary responded without pause. The mohawked boy turned around and saw Brittany sitting in her chair. She didn't like the way he checked her out so obviously. It made her feel a little gross.
"Name's Puck, sexy. And you are?" She saw her professor open up the door behind him and wave her in.
"Taken. Gross." She replied and walked into her professor's office.
"Shut the door Brittany." Brittany did as she was told.
"Did I do something wrong?" She blurted out. This felt an awful not like when she'd get pulled into the principal's office for failing yet another test. She didn't like it.
"What? No! Not at all. The opposite really. I wanted to offer you a job."
"Huh?" That wasn't what she was expecting at all.
"Well, we teach children's dance classes here on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Unfortunately the woman who was teaching the three to five year old movement classes is moving. That class is a lot like what we do in improv classes. Improv games, movement games. Things like that. I've noticed that you have a lot of patience in helping some of the other students when asked so I thought this would be a really good opportunity for you to make a little bit of money and start your teaching resume. What do you say?"
"I'd be teaching on my own?"
"You would. The current teacher will be there for another three weeks so you would get to assist her but then after she left you would be on your own. I have full confidence that you would be able to handle it though." Brittany smiled. That felt nice. To have her professor's full confidence. Even if it was in teaching little kids dance classes. "So are you interested?"
"Very." But then she thought about it for a half second. "Could I maybe run this by my tutor to make sure they don't think I'm overloading myself?"
"Absolutely. When do you see them next?"
"I can stop by just to ask them about this today."
"Well good. If we see you tomorrow then I'll assume you would like to be involved. I hope you do Brittany, I think that you would excel at teaching." She told her sincerely. Brittany thanked her and left the office to meet Santana for lunch. As she was walking out she saw the mohawked boy leaning against the wall. Puck or whatever.
"Shouldn't you be in class?" She scoffed as he caught sight of her.
"I wanted to apologize. You seemed offended in the office."
"I don't like being looked at like that. It's rude."
"I was just appreciating. No need to get mad." He chased after her as she continued walking quickly towards the exit.
"Appreciate someone else. I am already plenty appreciated."
"I thought all dancer dudes were gay."
"SHE is not a dancer. She is a musician." Brittany stopped and turned toward him. "Now please go."
"Ohhhh so that's why you weren't interested. I get it." Brittany rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. I'm leaving now. Go to class."
"I will see you around blondie." Brittany almost turned and yelled at him for calling her blondie but it wasn't worth it. So she kept walking, eager to meet Santana and tell her the good news she'd just gotten.
Santana was excited that Brittany was excited. Also glad that she would have a little bit of income. It made her nervous how little money Brittany had from her parents. What if something went wrong? Of course Santana would give her anything she needed or wanted but she could tell Brittany felt bad about taking it, when she didn't outright refuse.
Her tutor seemed to think it was an ok idea as well. That she shouldn't have to spend all day Saturday and Sunday studying if they were doing their job correctly. Brittany thought maybe she could stay with Santana that night to celebrate. She sent her a text.
To Santana: Soooo I got my first job today. That deserves celebrating doesn't it? Your place tonight? I have to be up kind of early for work but I miss you.
From Santana: I have to log hours in the rehearsal room. But I'll call you when I'm done? I'll pick you up. Congratulations again babe.
Brittany decided she would go to the gym before going back to her room and showering. She sent Santana a text asking if she knew what time she would be done and got no reply. Against her own will she fell asleep at about eleven o'clock.
Santana had played the same song a million times trying to get it completely perfect. She couldn't tell if she was there, or if it was terrible because she had heard it too many times. She checked her cell phone as she was signing out and saw that it was past midnight and she had a few missed texts from Brittany. She called to tell her she was done but Brittany didn't pick up. She drove to Brittany's dorm and called again, still no answer. She felt anger building. She had missed time with Brittany. Time she could have spent celebrating something that Brittany was proud of. She should have been there. She hit the steering wheel with the flat of her hand. She was half tempted to sneak up to Brittany's room but that was obsessive, and Brittany needed to sleep. She had a big day tomorrow. She called one last time. The voice mail picked up.
"Hey baby. I'm so sorry I took so long in the practice room. I feel terrible. I can take off all day tomorrow if you want to celebrate. Take you to dinner or something. Good luck tomorrow. Call me as soon as you're done to tell me how it goes. I love you so much Britt. Bye."
She waited a few minutes to see if Brittany would respond by chance but she didn't. So she went home and got into bed, determined to make it up to her.
The rest of January passed much like that. Santana losing track of time, and getting angry with herself for missing plans. Brittany tried to convince her that it was ok. That she understood. She was busy too with work (which was going wonderfully), class, and tutoring. Life was definitely easier than last semester. Tutoring really helped. The things they taught her about ways to focus really helped but not having to take notes and listen at the same time probably helped the most. So things were going good for her, and she tried to do her best to support Santana in any way that she could. She brought food to the practice room when Santana forgot to come to dinner, and spent a lot of evenings sprawled out with her books with ear plugs in on the floor of the practice room so Santana would know that she supported her, and that she was there for her.
The beginning of February came and Brittany had thought for certain the teacher would lay off of Santana by now. But that wasn't the case. She was spending more nights each week in her room because she would fall asleep before Santana finished. "Do you think you should tell another professor about what's going on?" Brittany asked one day at lunch.
"No B. I told you I just need to keep at it." Santana told her roughly.
"I just don't like seeing you so stressed."
"That's what this is. It's a stressful industry."
"Ok. Sorry." Santana knew she should apologize too. Brittany shouldn't apologize at all. She was just concerned and Santana shouldn't jump down her throat about it. That was uncalled for. But before she could get out the words to apologize Brittany changed the subject. "You know that Puck guy I told you about?"
"The asshole that hits on you and says inappropriate things?" Santana tried to keep the edge out of her voice.
"Yeah. Him. He wants to meet you. I think you'd actually like him. He's nice if you can get past the stupid things he says sometimes." Puck turned out to be the kind of person you can't help but like at least a little. Kind of like a puppy. She'd spent a lot of time in between classes talking to him and inadvertently learning to like him.
"Oh sure B. That's exactly what I want to do. Spend what little free time I have hanging out with the asshole that hits on my girlfriend. Absolutely." She didn't miss the flash of hurt on Brittany's face. She couldn't be angrier with herself than she was right now. Brittany didn't deserve this. She needed to get out of here and calm down. "I have to go. I'll call you after rehearsal. Love you." She kissed Brittany on the cheek and left.
Brittany tried not to get upset. She knew Santana was under stress and she knew that any anger that came at her wasn't about her. But it still hurt a little. She got rid of her garbage and left to go to her next class.
After class she still hadn't heard from Santana so she sent her a text just so she knew she was thinking about her.
To Santana: Back in my room. I'll be up late finishing homework so if you want me to come over tonight I can. Love you.
She didn't get a response but she didn't exactly expect to either. Once she got back to her room she turned on her computer. She had wanted to buy the strap on for a while but hadn't exactly had the chance. Last week she had opened a bank account in town so she could deposit her checks from teaching. It made her laugh that her first purchase with her new debit card was a strap on and a bottle of lube from a sex toy store.
Brittany had been working on homework for about an hour before her phone started ringing. She was sure it was Santana so she picked up without checking the caller ID.
"Hey babe. You're done early."
"Talking about that stupid slut of yours?" Brittany's breath caught. Why would her sister be calling?
"What do you want Jen?"
"Can't a big sister just call her little sister to chat?"
"I'm sure some could. But you don't. Why are you calling me?"
"Tommy told me that you're dating someone. A girl."
"Yeah."
"You seriously left him for a girl? What the fuck are you thinking?"
"I didn't leave him for a girl. I hadn't been with him for months before I got together with her."
"Whatever. I'm just warning you if Mom and Dad find out they are going to flip their fucking shit. So I'd leave her quick if you want to stay in school on their money, and part of this family"
"I don't have to listen to this. How bad would it be for me really to not be in that family?" Brittany responded and hung up. She took a minute to compose herself. She went to dial Santana's number but thought better of it. She really needed to talk this through with someone but Santana was busy, and taking some of her time was only going to add more pressure to her and she didn't want to do that. She picked her phone up and rang another number.
"Hello?"
"Hey Sam. Can I come over, I need to talk?
"Yeah. Need me to pick you up?"
"No. I'll walk. I need a minute."
"Ok. See you soon."
"Bye."
She put her books in her bag and put her coat on before walking out of her dorm room. On her walk over to Sam's she thought about what her sister said. She doesn't understand. Her parents aren't particularly religious or anything. She guesses it has more to do with peoples opinion of them as a family than any real belief based in anything else.
When she gets to Sam's she tells him what happened. "I wish I had something constructive to say B. That's shit. I don't know what else to say. Your sister is a bitch."
"Yeah." She sarcastically laughs. "I'm not ashamed of her. I would tell them. It just hasn't come up."
"I know B. But maybe you shouldn't tell them. What if this all just breezes over?"
"I'm just so mad that they keep doing this to me. Why can't they either leave me alone, or just stop hating me? I don't get it." She was starting to move from mad to upset. "I just want them to not affect me anymore. I wish I could stop caring." Tears started to come now and Sam just wrapped his arm around her.
"It's hard. I know it sucks." He just rubs her back while she cries it out. "Do you want me to call Santana?"
"N-no. She's r-really busy. I'll tell her when she gets done with practice." Sam nodded and hugged her again.
"Movie?" Brittany sniffed and nodded yes. "Any preference?" She shook her head no. He shrugged and put Avatar in and sat on one end of the couch. Brittany was only watching for a few minutes before she started to fall asleep. It had been a hard day between Santana being upset and things with her sister. She just couldn't hold on any more.
Sam laid a blanket across Brittany after she fell asleep and went back to watching the movie. About an hour later he heard Brittany's phone vibrating on the table. He saw it was Santana so he picked it up.
"Hey S. It's Sam."
"Oh. Hey. Is Brittany there?"
"Yeah. She's asleep. She came over here pretty upset about some stuff with her sister. She can sleep here or I can bring her to your apartment or something?"
"I'm coming to get her. See you in a few." She hung up the phone and took the turn to Sam's place. Why hadn't Brittany called her? Did she really think she was that busy that she couldn't make time to help her? Did Brittany think she was actually mad at her? She pulled into his parking lot and ran up to Sam's apartment. When she knocked on the door he opened it pretty quickly. She gave him a half hearted hello as she moved quickly into the apartment to find Brittany.
She was asleep. Peaceful, beautiful. She brushed a hair out of her face. She pressed a kiss to her smooth forehead. Brittany's eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks before opening to reveal blue eyes. "San?"
"Hey baby. Want to go back to my place and go to bed? I could do with some cuddling." Brittany nodded before she stretched and got up.
"How did you know I was here?" She mumbled tiredly as she slipped her coat on and grabbed her bag.
"Sam told me."
"Thanks Sam." Sam nodded and hugged them both. The ride back was silent, as was getting ready for bed. Santana didn't want to push Brittany but she didn't want to go to sleep with anything bad between them.
"What happened today Britt?"
"My sister called." She answered as she climbed into bed under the covers. "Tommy told her about me and you. She said that my parents better not find out. She was being really mean."
"Why didn't you call me?"
"You were busy."
"I'm never too busy for you Britt. If you need me."
"I just didn't want to stress you out any more." Brittany said picking at the neckline of her tank top.
"You don't. Britt I'm really sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have talked to you like that."
"You're under a lot of pressure. I understand."
"It's not an excuse. There is no justifying ok? Just apologizing. I'm sorry. Do you forgive me?" Santana lifted her arm up and Brittany pressed her body into Santana's.
"Of course."
"Now. What do you think you should do about your sister?"
"I think she was just being a bitch. I think that as long as I am not ruining my parent's reputation they will just continue to ignore me. The other option is just to tell them about us. Which I would do, I'm not ashamed."
"I know you would B. But I think letting it pass over is the better option for now. I don't feel comfortable with you near them. And I know that they are still helping you pay for school." Brittany nodded, understanding what Santana was saying.
"Can we let it go for tonight? Cuddle now, talk later if we still need to?" Santana pulled Brittany in tighter as a response.
Valentines day approached without either of them giving much thought to the day. Santana was getting ready to go to class the day before while Quinn was talking about her romantic plans with Rachel that reminded her that she had nothing planned with Brittany. At lunch that day she discovered that Brittany had also been working too hard to think about it. They decided they would go to a nice restaurant outside of town and then spend the night together.
They woke up together on Valentines Day and got ready for classes. Brittany could barely get Santana to get out of bed she was so tired. Today was one of the days they couldn't eat lunch together because their schedules didn't match up. One of Brittany's dance professors must have been in a particularly foul mood that day because she pushed them harder than she ever had.
She goes back to her dorm room after class hoping the shower would help loosen up her muscles. As soon as she gets in she notices Rachel is holding a dress up to each pair of shoes she has laid out on her desk. She's about to chime in her opinion when her phone rings.
"Hey babe."
"Hey B. Two things. One. Would you be terribly upset if we had a night in and did valentines day another night? I am so tired."
"No way. Dance class kicked my butt today. Pizza and movies?"
"Perfect. And two what brand of birth control shot do you use?"
"Uh. Don't know why?"
"I read an article today about a warning on some of the five year shots being faulty."
"Oh. No good. I can call my doctor tomorrow and double check."
"Ok. I'll try to remind you."
"In the meantime you still have some condoms right? Just in case."
"Yeah B." She laughed. "I gotta go. I'll pick you up after class ok? Love you."
"Love you too." She hangs up the phone and laughs. She really hoped it wasn't the shot that she had because she really didn't want to have to start using condoms with Santana.
Rachel, meanwhile, had only heard Brittany's half of that conversation. She tried not to listen. Eavesdropping was unbecoming. But she couldn't stop herself. Why would she need condoms? Where was she going tonight? She must have just misunderstood. Brittany came up behind her and pointed at the pair of shoes she thought would be best. "Where are you guys going tonight?" Brittany asked.
"It's a surprise. And then we were coming back here. You will be at Santana's tonight right?"
"Mhmm. Gonna go shower before San picks me up." She grabbed her stuff and went down to the shower. By time she got out and got dressed in comfy sweat pants Santana had texted her to tell her that she was outside. "Have fun Rach!" She said as she ran out the door leaving Rachel behind still a little confused and a little suspicious.
Quinn picked Rachel up just a few minutes later, thankful that Sam had let her borrow his car. Quinn could tell Rachel was distracted. "What's wrong?" Rachel shook her head. "Come on. I can tell something is wrong."
Rachel couldn't keep it in anymore. She hated thinking that Brittany might be cheating but if she was, Santana deserved to know. "I think Brittany is cheating on Santana." She blurted out.
"Wait. What? Why do you think that?" Quinn tried to keep her anger in check. There had to be an explanation.
"I heard Brittany talking to someone today about having condoms."
"Why does that mean she's cheating?" Quinn asked confused.
"Why would Brittany and Santana need condoms?" Oh. Quinn tried really hard not to laugh. Rachel didn't know. That explains a lot. She couldn't help but let a smile slip. "This isn't funny Quinn! This would crush Santana."
"It would. If it were true." She shook her head and pulled her phone out. "Hey San, are you guys at home? We're stopping by real quick." To her right Rachel was whispering 'no' over and over shaking her hands. "Yep be there soon."
"Quinn! I can't confront them about this! Oh sweet Barbara." Rachel started to breathe deeply to calm herself down.
"Calm down Rach. It will be ok. We're just going to clear everything up." They pulled up outside of their apartment and Quinn dragged a reluctant Rachel into the living room where Brittany and Santana were laying together watching Brave. "Go ahead Rach. Tell them what you told me."
"I. I. I."
"Spit it out hobbit."
"I think Brittany is cheating." She gasped out. Quinn laughed at the confused looks on both Santana and Brittany's faces.
"Tell them why." Quinn's ribs were hurting at the effort to contain the hysterical laughter that was threatening to bubble to the surface.
"I heard you talking to someone about having condoms." It took Brittany a few minutes to register what Rachel was talking about and then started to giggle.
"Oh." Santana responded. "Oh. She doesn't know." She smacked Brittany's thigh to try and calm her laughter.
"Just tell her so we can clear this up and get on with date night." Quinn urged Santana.
"Sit down Rach." Brittany said, still giggling.
"So. I have, uh. Well a penis."
"You're a boy?" Santana sighed.
"No. Born girl just with a penis."
"And it works?" To this Brittany emphatically nodded.
"It definitely does." Brittany told her roommate. Quinn rolled her eyes while Santana looked away embarrassed.
"Can you get Brittany pregnant?"
"Obviously. Hence the condom question."
"Right." Rachel understood sort of. But she was still really confused. "So you've always had it?"
"Yeah."
"But you're a girl?"
"Yes hobbit we covered that."
"You've always been a girl?"
"Yes where are you going with this?"
"How did you know?"
Santana shrugs. "I just did. Since I can remember I've just known. I told my parents enough times that they took me seriously and started to look into things medically." Brittany was ready to step in that the first sign that Santana was uncomfortable in this conversation.
"Can I see it?"
"NO!" Brittany responded putting her hand over where Santana's penis was.
"Sorry. Just curious."
"I think you're going to be late if you don't leave." Brittany responded. Quinn laughed and took Rachel by the hand leading her out of the house. Santana chuckled.
"Jealous baby?" Santana asked kissing her gently.
"Mine." Brittany pouted kissing Santana back.
"Yours."
When Quinn got back early the next morning it was to a half eaten pizza on the coffee table, the DVD menu still playing (although muted) and Santana and Brittany curled up together on the couch still passed out. She was pretty sure there would never be any cheating here.
When March finally hit Brittany was hopeful for spring. But more than spring she wanted Spring break. A whole week with Santana. They had barely spent any time together alone. And when they had, they were both so exhausted that they carried on stunted conversations and mostly just fell asleep. Their sex lives definitely suffered. It had turned out that Brittany's birth control was fine, which was good because neither of them loved the idea of condoms. But still, even with the good news, finding time and energy was definitely a problem.
Santana called Brittany as she was walking to the dining hall to tell her that she would have to skip lunch with her because she had a meeting with the asshole professor that clearly didn't like her. Which just made Brittany hate this professor even more. She grabbed a sandwich and headed to the Library thinking she might as well use the time to catch up on homework.
About an hour later her phone started to buzz again. She picked it up and heard a very sad sniff. "San?"
"Britt. He" sniff "said I'm not trying hard enough. That I-I clearly don't want this." Brittany wanted to yell. Tell her that she needed to go back down there and give him every bit of attitude she had. But she knew that wouldn't work.
"You have one more class today?"
"Mhmm. I can't s-skip it." The sadness in Santana's voice was breaking her heart.
"Ok. Then come straight back to the apartment. I'm making you dinner. We're having a night to ourselves. Ok?"
"O-ok. I need that."
"Ok baby. Come back to me as soon as you're done. I love you." She said as gently as she could.
"I love you too B. So much." They both hung up and Brittany sprung into action. She didn't love skipping classes but this was kind of necessary, and the first time she would have missed this class this semester. She went back to her room and grabbed a few things, then headed in the direction of Santana's apartment. She stopped at a small store to grab a few things on the way.
It took some effort but she remembered the macaroni and cheese recipe. She had also managed to time it correctly so that it was finishing just as Santana shuffled into the apartment. She took one look at the table, set with a candle and two plates. "B what's all this?" She smiled at Brittany who was pulling the cover off of something she had just pulled out of the oven.
"I made you dinner." Brittany was filling two cups with juice and bringing them over to the table.
"Can I help you?"
"Nope. Sit down." Brittany pulled her chair out for her and gestured for her to sit down. She kissed her cheek as she as she went into the kitchen with the two plates and filled them with food. She brought them both back over to the table and sat down putting Santana's plate in front of her, and then sitting down with her own plate. "I hope you like it." She waited for Santana to take a bite so she could see her reaction.
"This is amazing Britt! Kind of glad I had to skip lunch now." She smiled at Brittany who was looking at her with such a loving expression that all of the bad things of the day started to slip away. They ate and laughed. Brittany getting up to refill Santana's cup even though Santana insisted she could do it on her own. "I'm surprised Quinn hasn't come home."
"She's not going to. I called her and asked her to stay with Rachel tonight. She's already been by to get her stuff."
"Oh yeah? Why's that." Brittany started clearing things off of the table.
"I'd like to try something new tonight. Something we talked about over Christmas break." It only took Santana a half second to realize what Brittany was talking about. She gulped.
"Are you sure B?"
"As long as you're up to it." Santana nodded. She was nervous but if Brittany was willing, then she wanted to do this. "Why don't you go jump in the shower while I finish cleaning up and then I'll join you." Santana nodded and got up from the table. She walked over to Brittany and kissed her deeply before walking back towards the bathroom to prepare and shower for what was going to happen.
Brittany quickly put the leftover macaroni and cheese in the fridge before hurrying to the bedroom. She pulled the comforter off the bed and laid a towel down. Next to the towel she put the new bottle of lube, strap on and harness. Then she stripped out of her own clothes and went into the bathroom.
Santana heard her coming in and finished rinsing the soap off of herself as Brittany got in. "Want me to wash your hair?" Santana asked.
"Nope. I already showered I just wanted to be in here with you for a few minutes." She responded pushing Santana into the wall of the shower and then pressing their bodies together. She kissed her gently at first, but quickly began deepening it. "You're not too tired are you?"
"No. Not tired." Santana mumbled as she reconnected their lips. She gasped as she felt Brittany's and gently close around her quickly hardening shaft. Once Santana was completely hard and her slit was dripping precum Brittany let go and separated from Santana who whimpered at the loss of Brittany's body against her own. She turned the water off and took Santana's hand and led her out of the shower grabbing a towel and carefully drying Santana's body with reverence. When she was satisfied she led her down the hall towards her room.
When they got into Santana's room Brittany reattached their lips and began backing Santana backwards to the bed. When the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed she sat down slowly, their lips never parting. Brittany straddled her, and urged her backwards so Santana would be lying on the towel with her head on the pillows. "What do I-" Santana began to ask. Unsure of how this was going to work.
"Just lay on your back. Get comfortable." Santana did and Brittany leaned down and began kissing her again. Taking her slightly softer dick and pumping it a few times.
"W-what about you?"
"Let me take care of you Santana." Santana nodded and let Brittany continue kissing down the column of her neck and onto her collar bone. She kissed over the swell of Santana's breast before taking a nipple gently into her mouth. She paid similar attention to the other. Continuing to stroke her gently the whole time. Once Santana began panting and pressing herself harder into Brittany's hands and mouth. "Are you ready?" Brittany whispered to Santana who just nodded in response.
Brittany reached down and slipped the harness on preemptively so she wouldn't have to stop later and do it. Then she grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount onto her finger. She used her other hand to spread Santana's legs even further. She reached under her heavy balls and ran her lubed finger over the tight hole. Santana gasped at the foreign feeling, but couldn't deny that it felt good. Brittany circled her hole before pressing her finger against it just slightly, and then pressing in just a tiny bit. "Is this ok?"
"Uh huh" Santana gasped.
"You'll tell me to stop if it hurts right?" Santana nods and Brittany presses further just a little more so that she's in up to her first knuckle. Then she started to move her finger in and out just a little bit. It felt strange at first, Santana thought, but quickly it started to feel good.
"More." Brittany obliged by pressing further in on each little thrust of her finger. She paid close attention to Santana's face watching for any sign of discomfort. While she knew this was for Santana she couldn't deny that the feeling of being inside her was definitely turning her on. After a few moments she was pushing and pulling her entire finger in and out and thought maybe she would be ready for more.
"I'm going to put another finger in ok?" Santana nodded. Trying to keep her breathing regular. Brittany added more lube and started to push the tips of both fingers into Santana.
"M-more please" Brittany eased her two fingers in further, a little faster than the first time. When she slipped both fingers all the way in she felt Santana gasp.
"Are you ok?"
"Hold still. Just a sec." Santana grunted. Brittany nodded and leaned up and kissed the insides of Santana's thigh while she got used to the feeling of Brittany's fingers stretching her. "Ok go." Brittany started to pull her fingers out very slowly, and then press them back in. The more she did it the looser Santana got. Once she felt like Santana was relaxed and feeling only pleasure, she started to scissor her fingers a little bit trying to stretch her just a little more. "Britt. Amazing." Santana grunted.
"Ready for more?" Brittany asked. Santana grunted out a yes so without removing her fingers Brittany attached the small pink glittery dildo to the harness and coated it with a generous amount of lube. She pulled her fingers out and then spread more lube onto Santana. She leaned forward onto her knees and lined the head of the dildo up with Santana. She pressed forward until the head slid in. Santana's eyes closed and she hissed in pain. "Stop? San do you want me to stop?" She shook her head no but Brittany held still until she received a sign to keep going from Santana.
"Keep going." Santana whispered after a few seconds of adjusting. Brittany pressed her hips slowly stopping a few more times when Santana's and tightened around her arm. But eventually with very careful movements, she felt her hips press tightly against Santana.
"I'm all the way in baby." She leaned forward so she was hovering over Santana and could press their lips together. They kissed for a few seconds before Brittany felt Santana's hips moving. She matched the movement with her own hips, pulling out slightly and pushing back in. Santana buried her face into Brittany's neck as she kept thrusting.
Brittany pulled back a little bit to look into Santana's face. "Feels so good B." Brittany increased her pace and force just slightly. She leaned back more so she could watch the dildo going in and out of Santana, the sight turned her on more than she had ever expected. She noticed that Santana's dick was extremely hard and leaking large amounts of precum. She grasped it firmly in her hand and started to stroke up and down the way she knew Santana liked. "Fuck. B don't stop." Brittany kept going, increasing her speed a little.
She saw the muscles in Santana's stomach tense up, a sure sign that she was about to cum. She thrust into her a few more times, while increasing the speed of her hand and in just a few more strokes Santana exploded all over her own stomach with a scream. "Britt. Uh. God" After she had milked the last few drops out of cum out of Santana she gently pulled out and quickly unhooked the harness tossing it to the floor before falling to the side of Santana and pulling her into her arms.
It took several minutes for Santana to regain her breath. "That was intense." She finally mumbled. Brittany squeezed her tighter. "I can't believe you did that for me."
"I would do absolutely anything for you. Plus, I liked it too."
"You did?" Brittany nodded before kissing Santana's forehead. "I think I need another shower." She noted as she felt the stickiness coating her stomach and now Brittany's too.
"How about a bath together?"
"That sounds amazing." Brittany untangled her limbs from Santana and got up, reaching her hand out for Santana's. Once Santana was fully standing she could feel there would be some definite soreness in the morning.
"You ok?"
"Just a good kind of sore." Santana replied as they walked naked towards the bathroom. Brittany ran the bath putting in some lavender bubbles she had bought and got in leaning against the back wall of the tub with her legs spread, gesturing for Santana to get in.
Once she was in and settled with her back against Brittany's chest and Brittany's legs tangled with hers she let herself melt into Brittany. "I love you so much. Tonight has been wonderful. Thank you."
"Always Santana. I love you too. Did it feel good?"
"Amazing. Exactly how I thought it would be. I loved having you inside of me."
"Would you want to do it again?"
"Yeah. Not all the time or anything. But sometimes."
"Good. I'd like to do it again. But I agree, not all the time. I'd miss having you inside of me too." Brittany kissed her neck and giving her a squeeze.
"Me too. That's my second favorite thing ever."
"Where's your first?"
"It's lame."
"Just tell me San."
"Cuddling. Just lying with you. I love that the most."
"I love that the most too." Brittany sighed into Santana's hair as she kissed there.
"So. For spring break" Santana started "I was thinking maybe we spend a few days here. Get some alone time in since this semester has been so rough on us. Then we can go to my parents. They won't be there, they're taking their vacation to see some family in Puerto Rico, but we can see my brothers and maybe go into the city a few times. Sound good? Did you want to do something different?"
"Spend time alone with you and then spend more time alone with you in New York City. That sounds pretty amazing."
"Good. Now we just need to survive till then." Santana sighed.
"I think we will be ok. We'll take care of each other." Santana let her head rest back against Brittany's chest and let the warm water and the arms of the woman she loved lull her into a state of comfort that she knows she'll only ever have with Brittany.
AN: What did you guys think?
Thanks as always to my beta. She's the best.