AN: Has it been less than a week since my last update? Either way, I hope you enjoy this one. I really do.

And thank you to my beta. And her infinite source of legal advice even if that source things we're silly.

And. I mean thank you to all of you. I would write if you didn't read.

Spring break was almost over. It was the night before classes started back up and Brittany and Santana had gone to bed early. Brittany was laying half on top of Santana who was running her fingers up and down Brittany's naked back. She feels Brittany sigh heavily into her. "What are you thinking about baby?"

"I'm worried that not being able to dance is going to hurt my scholarship. I hadn't thought about it yet." Brittany turns her head so that she's looking at Santana's face.

"I don't think that's going to happen. Legally I don't think they're even allowed to do that. I'm not sure. I can talk to my mom and see what she says?"

"Maybe let me talk to my professors first before we involve Mamma Lopez ok?"

"Ok. But if it gets to it, you'll let me know so I can talk to her right?"

"Promise." Brittany rolls very carefully onto her back and looks over at Santana. "Kiss me?" Santana smiles and leans over on top of Brittany, pressing her body gently into Brittany's and connects their lips. The kiss heats up quickly as Brittany gently runs her tongue along Santana's lip. Santana strokes her own tongue along Brittany's causing her to moan. She can feel arousal stirring in her stomach. It had been so long by their standards since she touched Brittany, or Brittany touched her. She understood why. Was even mostly responsible as she was terrified to hurt Brittany, but it meant that she couldn't help that she was getting hard so fast.

Brittany could feel Santana's semi-hard shaft pressing into her thigh. Santana pulled away from her presumably to calm herself down but Brittany didn't want that. She wanted more. "Please don't stop." She breathed out.

"I don't want to hurt you."

Brittany grabbed her upper arms to stop her from pulling away further. "You won't. We'll be gentle. Please Santana. I need you." How do you say no to that? How do you say no to your girlfriend who was practically begging you? You don't. But Santana couldn't let go of the idea that she might hurt Brittany if they had sex. She leaned down to kiss her again. When air became necessary she started kissing down Brittany's jaw to her neck. She was already breathing hard and Santana could tell how much she wanted this. She continued to kiss down her chest and kissed her right nipple. "More." Brittany moaned.

Santana smiled as she took the nipple gently between her lips, sucked for just a few seconds before she let it go and blew cool air gently across the puckered skin. "It's been over a week. Please don't tease." Santana didn't respond she just took the other nipple into her mouth giving it the same treatment. She went back and forth, sucking longer each time before she started to kiss her way gently across still heavily bruised skin, down past her belly button and to the elastic of her underwear.

She needed to make a decision. Keep teasing? Or give in? She decided not teasing was the safer option if she wanted to keep Brittany from moving a lot and potentially hurting herself worse. She kneels up and hooks her fingers under the elastic and pulls down exposing short blonde curls. Before pulling her underwear off she bends down and presses a kiss to the exposed skin and soft curls making Brittany hiss. "San please."

Santana pulls the underwear the rest of the way off and Brittany spreads her legs in anticipation. Santana looks down at Brittany, already wet, and licks her lips before setting between her legs on her stomach. At this point she couldn't help herself even if she wanted to tease Brittany more. She licks Brittany from her entrance up earning a loud moan. "Like that baby?" She repeats the action causing Brittany's hips to buck slightly.

"Uh-Uh huh". Santana reaches her hand up pressing it to Brittany's lower abdomen helping to steady her and dips her tongue back into Brittany. She circles her clit before moving down and circling her entrance, dipping her tongue in a little bit. Her eyes roll back at the taste and she moans into Brittany before pushing her tongue in further. She moves her tongue in and out for a few seconds before pulling out to adjust her position. She is so hard that it's almost painful. She leans back forward and takes Brittany's clit between her lips and sucks gently making Brittany moan louder. Thank God Quinn and Rachel were staying in her dorm room.

"San I need you inside." Brittany's voice makes her grind into the bed a little to relieve some of the pressure. Her resolve was weakening. "Please Santana." Brittany begs again. Santana nods and gently climbs back up Brittany's body and bends down to kiss her gently trying to calm her back down a little. She pulls apart and Brittany looks up into her eyes. "Please." Santana grips her erection and lines herself up, she pushes gently and slips inside Brittany, pressing down with her hips until they were flush against Brittany's and she was all the way inside. "So big." Brittany moans.

Santana pulls out slowly and presses back in, setting a gentle rhythm. She never pulls all the way out, or pushes all the way in trying to minimize the rocking motion. It felt amazing to be inside Brittany again.

Brittany loved how full she felt when Santana was inside of her. She felt herself getting closer and dug her fingers into the muscles of Santana's back. Santana knew that sign and sped up just slightly. She leaned a little more weight onto Brittany's good side so she could reach between them and gently rolled Brittany's clit between her thumb and finger. She watched Brittany's eyes snap shut before she buried her face into Santana's neck moaning her name again. Brittany constricted around her as she came. She worked Brittany down from her orgasm and after a few more thrusts exploded inside of her which brought about another loud moan from Brittany.

"I love feeling you come inside of me." Brittany whispered as she pulled Santana down on top of her tightening her arms. After a few seconds Santana pulled out and rolled to the side slightly so she wasn't pressing down on Brittany's hurt ribs. Brittany ran her fingers through Santana's hair, pressing kisses to her forehead. Santana traced her fingers up and down Brittany's injured side trying not to let her stomach clench at the memory. "We should brush our teeth before we get too comfy and fall asleep." Brittany mumbles.

"Too late." Brittany taps lightly on her back signaling for her to get up. She reluctantly does, as does Brittany and they make their way to the bathroom. They brush their teeth and Brittany heads to the kitchen to get some water and tells Santana she will meet her back in the bedroom. When she comes back in Santana is standing naked in front of the mirror holding her breasts flat and inspecting her reflection. "Do you ever wish I was a boy?" Santana asks knowing Brittany was watching her.

"I have never wished you were anything but what you are. Why? Have you?"

"I just wonder if it would be easier. Those guys wouldn't have hurt us if it was just a guy and a girl kissing in an alleyway. They would have just kept walking." Brittany walks to her side of the bed and puts the bottle of water down and walks back over to Santana. "Your parents might not have ever kicked you out."

"Don't let those things make you feel bad about who you are. I love that person so much Santana". She wraps her arms around Santana's waist from behind. Santana's hands move from holding her breasts back to covering Brittany's hands with her own. "If it weren't for those things that happened recently, you're happy with who you are right?" Santana nodded.

"I don't think I could be a boy."

"That's just fine with me because I love my girlfriend just as she is." She leaned down and kissed the soft skin below Santana's ear before pulling her towards the bed. "And I really hope she's ready to cuddle." She climbs into bed and lays on her side waiting for Santana to lay behind her. She feels the blanket come up and cover them before a warm arm pulls her close.

"I love you."

"Love you too San."

Some part of her knows this isn't real. Some part of her knows it's a nightmare. But that doesn't stop the blinding fear she feels when she finds herself alone in the alley with two men closing in on her. No matter how hard she tries to scream nothing is coming out. She tries to turn around and run but there's no way out. There's brick all around her and the only place to go is blocked by the men who keep coming closer. She starts to cry and then the men's faces, that she'd never forget, come into focus. One of them reaches his hand out and it closes around her throat she tries to push away but pushing against him is like pushing against a wall, he won't budge. She starts to struggle but she feels trapped, like she's being tied down by something. She forces her eyes open and she's in their bedroom. Dark. Santana is sleeping on her stomach right next to her and Brittany was tangled in the blankets. She took a deep breath trying to calm her heart before she scooted closer to Santana trying to take comfort in her body.

Santana felt the bed shift and sleep slip away from her. Brittany was trying to cuddle into her and Santana could hear that she was breathing a little harder than normal. "You k B?" She mumbled out.

"Yeah. Nightmare." Santana rolled onto her side and opened her arms, Brittany pressed her body into Santana's tucking her head into Santana's chest. Santana closed her arms around Brittany, holding her tight. The residual fear slipped away as she tangled their legs together. Santana kissed the top of Brittany's head before making sure they were both covered with the blanket. They both quickly fell back asleep.

The next morning Santana drops her off in front of the dance building with a kiss and a promise that Brittany would meet her for lunch to tell her how things went. Brittany had emailed in advance and scheduled meetings with all of her professors individually. She sat nervously waiting for the first meeting. She couldn't help but try and predict the responses. Her predictions were all over the place. One minute she was sure things were going to be ok, the next she was sure she was going to get kicked out of the department.

Her professor calls her in. "So what's going on Brittany?" Brittany swallows and launches into the story of what happened over break. She showed her the information from the hospital and police reports. "I'm so very sorry this happened to you. But what is it that you need from me?"

"I just wanted to let everyone know. I don't want to get kicked out because I can't dance."

"Darling we would never do that to you. This isn't a debilitating injury. You'll be back for next year. Maybe in my classes, we can talk about starting you on some choreographing. I think you have the talent and this is a good excuse to experiment with that."

"That would be awesome." She always thought she might like choreographing. She hadn't done much of it but she'd like to.

"So you're going to meet with the rest of your dance professors now?" Brittany nods. "Well. Let me give you a note. Just give them this and if they ask any questions go ahead and answer what you feel comfortable answering. Ok? Perks of being head of the department." After a few more minutes of small talk Brittany goes to her next appointment.

The rest of them go just as well. One of her professors suggested a few exercises she can do to help heal a little faster. She was on her way out of the last appointment when she literally runs into Puck. "Blondie! How goes it?" Brittany rubs her side a little while smiling in greeting.

"It's ok. How are you? How was your break?"

"Boring. Just hung out with my little sister and played my guitar. You?"

She gives him a very a brief rundown of what had happened over break. To her surprise she watched Puck's face soften and as soon as she finished he hugged her with a gentleness she wasn't sure he possessed. Puck really was a nice guy. She really wanted Santana to meet him. "Do you want to have lunch with Santana and I?"

"Yeah! I finally get to meet her? Man if she's half as hot as you…" Brittany shot him a warning glance and Puck just laughed. They walked over to the dining hall together and waited outside for Santana to show up. Brittany saw Santana about the same time that Puck did.

Santana walks up and by description knows who Puck is before he even opens his mouth. But then he opens his mouth. "Damn girl. You. Me. Backseat?" Santana ignored him and moved over to Brittany kissing her with a little more passion than she normally would in public. "Oh."

"Yeah. Oh. Puck this is my girlfriend Santana. Santana, Puck."

"So you're the asshole that hits on my girlfriend all the time?" Brittany had kind of expected this from Santana. But there was a lightness in her voice. She wasn't serious.

"In good fun! I'm excited to meet my lesbro's girlfriend!" He sweeps her up in a hug.

"Just. Stop hitting on her." Puck laughs.

"I'll try." They go into the dining hall and Brittany fills Santana in on how it went with her professors. They talked to Puck about what he's doing now that football is over. Santana didn't want to like him, but she kind of couldn't help it. He was an idiot, but totally harmless. Plus he made Brittany laugh, and Santana couldn't be unhappy with anyone that made Brittany happy.

After lunch had ended Santana was outside sitting on the wall with her arms around Brittany who was standing between her legs. "Do you have a minute so we can talk about something?" Brittany nods. "The lawyer called. He tried to call you too but he didn't have your new number. I passed it along in case he needed something. But he has some good news for us."

Brittany steps the half step closer so she's practically pressed against Santana. "What did he say?"

"Those guys pleaded guilty. There was so much evidence against them and so they accepted a plea bargain."

"A what?"

"Like a deal. Sometimes it gives them a few less years in prison. Sometimes it allows for certain other arrangements. The guy that held me back, he's going to get two years in prison. Plus parole. And the guy that hurt you-"

"Us." Brittany corrected.

"Us. He is going to get a maximum of ten years with the option of parole if he displays good behavior."

"Is that good?"

"They are both fair sentences my mami said. You know how you were saying that you were so nervous to go to court and how you wished you didn't have to?"

"Yeah?"

"Now you don't. It's over Britt. They go away, and even when they get out they aren't allowed anywhere near us."

"So we don't have to go back there at all."

Santana shakes her head. "Nope." Brittany sighs and hugs Santana tight. She's grateful. She wanted those guys to get in trouble for what they did, but more than anything she wanted this to be over. She wanted to do her best to not think about it and to move on. It has caused her enough trouble and she can't help but be happy that she won't have to go and potentially tell the story yet another time.

"Good. Are you happy about it?"

"I wish they had gotten put away longer. But I am so happy that we don't have to go through that." Santana leans back and kisses Brittany. "Want to do a movie night at our apartment tonight?" She dragged out the 'our', making Brittany smile. "We can let everyone know the good news all at once so we have to tell the story less."

"Perfect. Do you have to rehearse tonight?"

"No. I'm done trying to please him. It's obvious he doesn't like me. My mom agrees with you that he's jealous. I'm going to rehearse enough to be proud of my work and if he docks me points, then I'll either suck it up or take it up with the head of the department. I have much more important things to focus on. Like movie night with my friends and girlfriend." Santana seemed so settled in her decision. That made Brittany happy. She hated to think that a professor would actually mistreat a student but she spent hours on the floor of the practice rooms listening to Santana play and it was some of the most beautiful music she's ever heard. And it just flows from her. She barely even has to look at her books. She spends most of the time with her eyes closed just playing it. And to have someone hear that and say she's not good enough, there had to be something else going on.

"Good. I'm glad." She leaned back in for another kiss. "So that just means one more class for me and then we're free for the evening."

"Yep. I will pick you up from class and then we can maybe do a snack run or something. Plus I have it on good authority that the ducks are back in the pond. And I may or may not have some bread in the back of my car." Brittany's face lit up at the mention of one of her favorite things to do. Santana loved that she could make Brittany smile like that. Well ducks made her smile. But she thought of feeding them, so really it was her too.

Santana walked Brittany to class a few minutes later and kissed her so many times she was almost late. When Brittany got to class she pulled out her already printed out and reviewed notes, and did her best to follow along with the class. The period went quick and soon she was walking back out of the building and towards the parking lot.

They stopped to feed the ducks first. Sure enough there were a few there. Santana had to remind Brittany to be careful as she almost took off in a full run towards the pond. Santana sat on a mostly dry rock tossing bits of bread to the less eager ducks while she watched Brittany command the attention of the rest of them as she made sure she gave them all equal amounts of bread. After all the bread was gone Brittany sat between Santana's legs for a little while and they just watched the water. "I love you." Santana whispered into Brittany's ear then tucking her nose into Brittany's warm neck.

"I love you too." Santana squeezed a little tighter and felt Brittany shaking a little bit.

"Cold baby?" Brittany nods. "Why didn't you say something. We can go."

"I just liked it out here. It feels peaceful."

"We'll come back. As often as you like. Next time we'll bring a blanket so you're not sitting on cold rock." She's stood up by this point and reaches down to help Brittany up. Santana brushes Brittany's butt off pretending to get something off of it but really it was just an excuse to touch her butt. You can't blame her.

They head to the grocery store to get everybody's favorite snacks before heading back to the apartment. Their friends start to filter in soon. Hugs are given and people start finding their seats. Mike and Tina show up and Brittany has about five seconds of panic before Mike hugs her and lets her know that Rachel told them the abbreviated version and that if she needs anything, they are there for her. "I'm sorry I didn't call you myself."

"No it's ok. You were preoccupied. I get it." She thanks him and he and Tina find a spot on the floor to set up for the movie. Santana feels stupid when she explains what happened with the court because she feels like she is making a speech. But whatever, it's done all at once and she's happy for that.

After the movie starts Sam gets up and goes into the kitchen. Brittany needed to talk to him so she untangled herself from Santana telling her she needs a drink and she heads that way too. "Hey Sam. I need some help."

"With what Britt?"

"Santana's birthday gift. I have an idea but I was wondering if you had anything at your shop."

"What are you looking for?"

"A ukulele. Santana had mentioned a few times that she wanted one and I thought maybe I could get it for her birthday. But I really don't know what they cost and I don't have much to spend."

"I think I can help you out. Could you maybe get a ride to the music shop tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Santana has class late. I'll ask Mike or Puck." They both head back into the living room and Brittany returns to Santana's lap.

Santana hates Tuesday's. Brittany has class all morning, and she has class all evening so other than lunch she knows she won't get to see her again until nine. Which, a few weeks ago would mean she probably wouldn't get to see her again until the next day. She's not sure if it's the accident, or the decision that they would be moving in together anyway, but either way Brittany has spent every night with Santana. And they haven't really discussed Brittany sleeping in her dorm room either. Which Santana prefers. Nothing makes her happier than spending every night wrapped around Brittany, or vice versa.

Brittany plans on calling either Puck or Mike after lunch but as luck would have it, she runs into Puck on her way there. He's standing outside of dining hall with a bunch of his football friends. She walks up to him and before she gets to him she hears some guy point her out as a 'hot piece of ass walking towards us'. Puck whips his head around and sees her before turning back around "That's my bro. Be fucking respectful asshole." He turns around and one arm hugs her. "Hey Britt".

"Hey. Can I ask you a favor?" Puck nods. "Are you busy today after four?"

"Nope."

"Can you take me to the music store? It's too far to walk with my ribs."

"Definitely dude. I need some new strings anyway." She lets him know where to pick her up and gives him a hug before she sees Santana waving at them. She walks towards her intercepting her from talking to Puck just in case he lets something slip.

They ate lunch quickly which meant they had a few minutes to themselves after, which resulted in Santana walking Brittany to her next class. And then a particularly heated make out session in an empty classroom before Santana realized she was going to be late and had to run out trying to adjust herself in her compression shorts.

After tutoring that afternoon Brittany met up with Puck and they went to the music shop where Sam was working. "Ok Sam. Show me what you have." Sam pulled out a small black ukulele from under the counter.

"What do you think about this?"

"It looks pretty. But is it a good one?"

"It's very good. And it's used but looks brand new."

"I guess my last question is can I afford it?"

"What if I told you I could give it to you for forty dollars?"

"What? How?"

"Employee discount plus my boss owed me a favor for working so many opening shifts when he was out of town." Brittany thought it was perfect. Santana would love it and not that it matters but it would look good with her guitar too.

"I'll take it. Thank you so much Sam. She's going to love it." After they checked out and spent a few more minutes hanging out with Sam they left and Puck dropped her back off at her room so she could hide the ukulele there since it was the place Santana was least likely to find it. She sat at her desk and got out her homework. She was having a hard time focusing when her brain started to drift back to make out sessions in empty classrooms.

She was somewhere between developing what might be a real fantasy and trying to finish an assignment when Santana called. "Hey B. I'm on break what are you up to?"

"Homework. Sort of. But mostly thinking about you in an empty classroom. Sexy things."

"Britt," Santana whined. "Not when I have to go back to class." Brittany just laughed. "Are you at the apartment?"

"No. I'm in my dorm room." There was a brief pause.

"Oh." And then another pause. "Are you sleeping there tonight?" Brittany could hear the disappointment in Santana's voice. Good thing she had no intentions of staying in her dorm to begin with.

"Well, I was just planning on hanging out here and maybe showering until you got done with class and could pick me up. But if you need some alone time I understand." Brittany knew what Santana was going to say before she even said it.

"No! You should stay with me. I'll pick you up. But I have to go B. See you after class. Love you!"

"Love you too." She guessed showering really was a viable option since homework clearly wasn't going to pan out for her.

She was already packed and showered when Santana texted her to tell her she was outside. She went outside and got into the car, immediately pulling Santana into her for a deep kiss. "Missed you." Brittany mumbled between kisses. Santana hummed in response. They parted eventually when things started to get a little too heated for the car and Santana drove them back to their apartment.

They went back into the bedroom where kissing resumed. "I was so turned on thinking about sex in that classroom earlier today." She mumbled against Santana's neck as she pressed kisses to the skin there. "I almost touched myself in my dorm room."

Hearing those words hot against her neck made her knees weak. "Why didn't you?"

"Didn't know how. Plus I knew I'd be seeing you soon." They go back to kissing but Santana can't stop the idea that hits her. She gently takes control and starts to walk Brittany back towards the bed until Brittany sits down on it. Santana straddles her, and fevered kissing leads to clothes removal. Once they were naked Santana encouraged Brittany back onto the pillows so that she was laying comfortably on the bed.

"I have an idea." Santana hoped bringing this up wouldn't kill the mood.

"So long as it involved orgasms." Brittany was still breathing hard, having a hard time calming her body down. She could feel how wet she was already.

"I want to watch you touch yourself. If you don't like it, we stop and do whatever you want to do." Brittany hesitates.

"What about you?"

"What about me?"

"Will you touch yourself?" Instead of answering her, Santana grasped her own dick in her hand and started to slowly stroke herself. Brittany watched for just a few seconds before Santana watched her hand travel down her stomach towards her visibly wet slit.

"That's it baby." Santana husked out. Brittany physically couldn't stop herself. Watching Santana touch herself turned her on so much. She circled her clit just like Santana does. She didn't expect it to feel as good, and it doesn't, but it still feels quite wonderful.

Santana gulps as Brittany's finger is circling her clit. She wants to help. She wants to go down on Brittany or at least assist in the fingering but Brittany needed to be more familiar with herself.

It didn't take long before Brittany was whimpering. Santana could tell she wanted more. So without taking her hand off of her own cock, she used the other to take Brittany's hand and gently move it downward. She then positioned Brittany's fingers, and pushed them inside of her. She guided the movements for a few more thrusts before letting Brittany take back over.

Brittany started to go faster. Her fingers didn't feel good as Santana (any part of her) but it still felt good and she could feel herself building up to an orgasm. "Rub your clit too baby." The rasp in Santana's voice made her even more wet as she followed instruction.

Santana was going to come. Any second. She wanted so badly to pull Brittany's fingers out of her and replace them with her dick but she wanted to watch Brittany come. She squeezed the base of her shaft several times trying delay the inevitable. She reached her free hand up and palmed Brittany's breast. Toying with her nipple and making Brittany gasp. She wanted to touch Brittany to help her along but she ended up making it harder on herself to hold back. "I'm gonna come Britt."

Brittany's eyes refocused on what was in front of her as Santana hunched over and stroked herself faster. Brittany moaned just as the first string of come shot out and landed on her stomach. The next on her own hand that was still fingering herself. She rubbed the cum into her as she continued to thrust in and out while clumsily rubbing her clit. She watched through bleary eyes as Santana pumped the last few drops out of her. She thought for a second about how amazing it feels when Santana comes inside of her, the warmth combined with how full she feels. And with that feeling in mind she felt the ball of tension in her lower stomach explode.

Santana watched as Brittany's eyes squeezed shut and her legs started shaking a little. She could tell Brittany was coming and it was almost enough to make her start to get hard again. She reached down and cupped Brittany, forcing her fingers deeper. A small "Santana" squeaked from Brittany's slightly parted lips. When Santana saw Brittany's body become less tense she gently pulled Brittany's fingers from inside of herself before laying down next to her and taking her into her arms. She kissed her gently, waiting for Brittany's breath to return to normal.

It felt good. But not nearly as good as when Santana does it. But watching and feeling Santana come on her had turned her on to a degree that she was not expecting. It was really what pushed her over the edge. She tightened her now working arms around Santana and deepened the kiss just slightly before pulling away. "I like it better when you touch me."

"Me too. But watching was amazing. And now you know how to do it if I'm not there."

"Mhmm." Brittany could feel them sticking together from sweat and specifically the come that was still covering her stomach. "I liked it. I like trying new things."

"We could do it more." Santana suggested. She definitely was on board with that. "Is there anything you want to try."

"Oh I think I could maybe come up with a few things." Brittany whispered seductively in her ear. "But first. Bubble bath. And then a snack caus your stomach is making devil noises." The juxtaposition between seductive Brittany and then immediately into sweet and caring Brittany made her smile. Yeah, she could definitely spend the rest of her life like this.

Hey I just wrote this, and this is crazy. But feedback is awesome. So review this maybe?

Lyrical.

(That last little gem was unbeta'd so don't blame her. This is what happens when sleep deprivation sets in.)