AN: Sorry for the wait. But I'm already working on the next chapter and I am on break so my life is a tiny less crazy.
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Brittany has always healed quickly. That coupled with high pain tolerance means she's back to teaching within two weeks of the accident. She's still not dancing though. Or not supposed to be dancing. Sometimes she does it without noticing. Like it comes from inside of her or something. She can't just turn that off. But she tries. And she takes it as easy as she can. Sometimes for Santana's sake who still gets worried when Brittany stands up too fast.
She's definitely not dancing in her classes. But true to her professor's word, she's given her an opportunity to choreograph. After the first week of sitting out and watching and commenting, her professor approached her about options for the final, she could either write a paper or choreograph one of the other students in the class. Of course Mike agreed and she's finding that, while she doesn't love it more than dancing herself, she definitely likes choreographing.
It's been working out that the nights she is working with Mike are also the nights Santana has night class or is in the rehearsal rooms. Which Santana is thankful for because she hasn't spent a night without Brittany in weeks. They haven't talked much about what happened with Brittany's parents after they worked out all of the immediate problems that came after it. Sometimes Santana feels a little guilty when she thinks about how happy she is that Brittany is moving in with her because she knows that it's mostly because of what happened. But maybe not. It might have happened anyway. Either way it still feels like a dream every time she wakes up and Brittany is still there, in her arms.
Sometimes Santana has nightmares. She knows Brittany does too. But Brittany forgets a lot of hers when she wakes up, or so she says. Santana can't. She wishes she could. But every once in awhile she'll have a nightmare that Brittany died, or was hurt even worse than she was. If she manages to not wake Brittany on those nights (she usually does) Brittany can still tell the next day when Santana is just a little more protective, or stands just a little closer all the time. Tonight though, Brittany wakes up. At first she thinks Santana is actually awake talking to her but as soon as she's a little more aware of her surroundings she realizes that Santana is just mumbling her name and moving a lot. It's pretty obvious what's going on so Brittany patiently strokes Santana's face, kissing her forehead and waking her gently. As soon as Santana wakes she curls herself into Brittany who holds her tight.
"Still here San. Still ok. Love you so much." Brittany mumbles sleepily.
"I'm sorry Britt."
"S'ok baby. What's your favorite flavor of juice?" Santana smiles because Brittany already knows that answer but she's trying to distract her so she plays along because it helps. Brittany always knows how to help.
"Apple usually. But sometimes kiwi-strawberry."
"That is good. What are we doing this weekend?"
"Mercedes is having a party. Remember? Because Sam finished his Sophomore film."
"Oh yeah. When does that show?" Brittany was more awake now. This was not uncommon. Post nightmare conversation time. She even enjoyed it.
"Not sure. We'll have to ask. Do you want to drink tomorrow?"
"Nope. But that doesn't mean you shouldn't. I've been feeling like I have a cold coming on and I don't want to tempt it. I'll stay sober and make sure you get across the street and home safe." She smiled as she kissed the top of Santana's head.
"You sure?"
"Absolutely." Santana started to roll so that she was on top of Brittany so that she could kiss her. One kiss turned into lots of kisses and pretty soon Brittany was panting beneath her. Santana ran her hand up Brittany's leg to her underwear and dipped below to find Brittany was already soaked. She dipped her fingers into the wet heat and circled her clit a few times. Brittany reached down and pulled her own underwear down before reaching up and pulling Santana's boxers down. She grasped her shaft lightly, pumping a few times before aligning it with her center. Santana rolled her hips, penetrating Brittany, and kissing her to silence the moan.
This kind of sex never lasted long for either of them. It was quick and lovely but gentle. Santana continue to thrust in and out of Brittany while her head pressed into the side of Brittany's neck. "You fill me so uh good Santana." Brittany whispered in her ear. Santana repositioned herself so she could angle up on her thrusts repeatedly rubbing against Brittany's g-spot. Brittany reached down and started to circle her own clit as she looked up into Santana's eyes. After a few more seconds Brittany's walls clenched down and she started to shake. The added tightness and the knowledge that Brittany was coming pushed her over the edge as well.
They brought each other down with gentle touches and whispers of "I love you". Santana loved when it happened like that. Completely unplanned and unexpected. Just a quick and necessary fulfillment of their need for each other. Sated and calm, they both fall into dreamless sleep.
On Friday evening after classes and a quick nap they get ready for the party. Or try really. Because Brittany is walking around in underwear and a bra and Santana is finding it really hard to focus. Brittany knows too. But she likes the way it makes her feel when Santana looks at her like that. Plus focusing isn't so easy for her either as Santana definitely spent longer than necessary choosing something to wear while completely naked. "Something wrong babe?" She looks over her shoulder and smirks at Santana.
Santana's response comes in the form of stepping closer to Brittany and wrapping her arms around her from behind. "We don't have to go. We could stay here." She kisses the back of Brittany's neck already knowing that they're going to this party no matter how much she'd rather get back in bed. Brittany wants to see friends. It's not that she doesn't. She's just not really remembering that right now.
"San…"
"I know B. I'm joking. Get dressed though. Please. Or we really won't be leaving." She smacked Brittany's butt lightly and walked back over to the mirror to finish her makeup. Half an hour later and they're both ready, somehow magically before Quinn. But she follows shortly and they walk across the parking lot to Mercedes' apartment.
The party is fun. Their friends are there. The drinks are good. No drama, which Santana is particularly fond of. Brittany is somewhere nearby talking to Mercedes and Santana is trying to remember how much alcohol to add to the juice. She knows there's a magic ratio. She just mostly never achieves it.
An hour later the ratio doesn't even matter. She can't taste the alcohol anymore so everything is awesome. Even Rachel isn't too bad when she feels like this. They're talking about music, which normally she tries not to talk about constantly but right now it doesn't seem to matter. "How long have you been playing the piano Santana?"
"Since I was three. That's..." She tries to do the math. "It's a lot of fucking years Berry."
"Santana" hiccup "is a prodigy babe. She's 'mazing" Quinn is a little drunk too. Rachel looks a little jealous and like she's going to open her mouth and mention something that will pull focus back to her but Santana gets distracted by Sam shoveling fistfulls of popcorn in his mouth and decides she'd rather do that than listen to Rachel.
Brittany vaguely wonders where Santana is before trying to bring herself back to the conversation at hand. Artie is trying to talk to her about multi media something or another. Collaboration. He wants to add video and technology to dance. The way he describes it sounds interesting. And honestly, as long as she gets to dance she's game for just about anything. "Britt?!" She turns her head and sees Quinn walking toward her. "I think San needs you. She's doing the crying thing and she's sad." Quinn is a little bit drunk but not too drunk that Brittany doesn't believe her. So she gets up with a short apology to Artie and heads to the kitchen where she last saw Santana.
She finds her quickly enough. She's is hanging off of Sam (who looks a little sad himself) and crying pretty hard but Brittany knows better than to get too scared. Santana is a weepy drunk. This is almost always true. If you catch her right before she's hit the 'too much' point you can usually distract her before the tears start. But because she doesn't drink often, and her tolerance is pretty low, crying is just a thing that happens. "What's wrong baby?" She cooed gently, pushing some hair behind her ear.
"B-Britt?" Brittany nods as Santana focuses on her face. Yeah. She's had just a little too much alcohol. She lets her arms drop from around Sam and turns into Brittany who hugs her tightly.
"Tell me what's wrong honey."
"I was talking to Sam a-about how awesome orange juice i-is." Brittany nods because, sure. Why not? Orange juice is pretty awesome. "A-and then I was just like what if you had died?" There it is. Brittany pulls her in tighter. She doesn't know a better way to remind Santana how alive she is. Brittany presses kisses to Santana's tear wet cheek and after a few seconds of holding her she pulls away slightly.
"Let's go sit down. Ok?" Santana nods and makes a pathetic little noise of agreement before Brittany pulls her into the living room and over to an arm chair which happens to be the only available seat. She sits down and goes to pull Santana down so that she's sitting in her lap. Before she can Santana takes her own initiative and lays down on top of Brittany, curled into a little ball with her face buried into her neck. Brittany laughs lightly as she wraps her arms around Santana who is nuzzling and sighing small content sighs. If this is all she needs to feel better than Brittany is more than willing to do it. But she does wonder if there's something more that needs done. Her nightmares have mostly passed but Santana's haven't. She can't imagine having to see what Santana did and she's not sure how to help her cope with that and maybe wonders if Santana doesn't need someone professional to help her cope. Now is definitely not the time to talk about it with her either way.
Quinn walks over to them a few minutes later asking silently if Santana was ok. Brittany smiles and nods. "You're ruining your rep Lopez. Snuggling in front of all of these people." Quinn has no seriousness in her voice, she's just teasing. Santana half heartedly lifts her head and turns towards Quinn.
"Shuddup I'm tough!" She slurs. Brittany thinks she might be trying to get up to prove it so she opens her arms but Santana quickly burrows herself back into her. "No don't stop cuddling me!" Brittany laughs as she tightens her arms back around her.
"So tough." Quinn mumbles as she walks away. Several minutes later Santana's breathing has evened out and she's making sleeping sounds. She contemplates waking her up so she can walk her back home and put her to bed.
"Want me to carry her?" Puck asks as he walks over. He assumed Santana was asleep.
"Yeah. Maybe. My ribs aren't quite up for that." He nods knowingly and bends down and lifts Santana off of Brittany. She wishes she could carry her. She could. If she wasn't hurt it wouldn't even be a problem. She just prefers Santana in her arms. But she's grateful either way so she runs and grabs their things and they head out. Santana managed to sleep through leaving the party and most of the way back but when they were almost across the parking lot she stirred awake.
"Br...Puck? Wha du fuck! Put me down!" She drunkenly struggled enough for Puck to set her down for fear of dropping her. She wrapped her arms around Brittany, leaning on her for support. "Stop hitting on my girlfriend!" She slurred. Puck just laughed and after silently asking Brittany if she could handle it, he waved and turned around to head back to the party. "Where are we?"
"We are going home. It's bed time." Brittany pulled her key out of her bag and let them into the house. She walked Santana back to the bedroom before going to get the kitchen to get some water. When she got back to the bedroom Santana was sitting where she had left her with her head down looking ashamed and on the verge of tears again.
"Are you mad cause I got to drunk?" She sniffed. Brittany set the water down and kneeled in front of her taking Santana's hands in her own.
"No. Not at all. I'm tired too. I was ready to go. Ok?" She leaned up to kiss a tan cheek which brought out a shy little smile from Santana. "Just underwear tonight?"
"Naked cuddles." Santana puts her arms up so Brittany will take her shirt off for her before getting herself out of her own bra. Brittany hands her the aspirin and water before taking her own clothes off and climbing in bed. Santana clumsily follows after shutting off the lamp. "Can I be the little spoon?" Santana gets into the little spoon position before Brittany even answers. Brittany wraps her arms around Santana and kisses her upper back before whispering their goodnights and falling asleep.
April flies by. Even when Brittany sits down to think about it she can barely figure out where it went. She's glad she got Santana's birthday gift early because it kind of snuck up on her. Final pressure is already weighing on her. Plus choreographing takes just as much time as dancing. Which she doesn't mind. Because the experience has been amazing all around, but definitely time consuming. Santana has been busy too between practicing and having to fill in for one of her professors as a rehearsal pianist for a nearby theatre company. Santana decided that she didn't want a big party or anything, so they are just going to do game night on Saturday and probably let it be an early night. Everyone is tired.
Brittany saw Sam and Puck waiting outside of the dining hall talking to a few other guys Brittany didn't recognize. She thought maybe she should remind them of game night. Sam wouldn't forget, Mercedes wouldn't let him. But Puck, he probably forgot five minutes after she invited him. "Man I've got them almost convinced of this threesome idea." She hears Puck telling the group of guys as she walks up to them. Before she has a chance to alert them of her presence Puck catches sight of her and pulls her into their circle. "What's up blondie?"
"Just reminding you about Saturday. San's Birthday." The look on Puck's face says he clearly forgot. Brittany tried not to look smug. It's hard to say 'I told you so' when you never actually told anyone so. But whatever, she knew he forgot.
"Oh yeah. I mean. Yes. I'll be there."
"Cool. What were you guys talking about?" She has a few minutes to kill and would rather not stand around by herself.
"These two cheerleaders are both into be so I'm trying to get a threesome out of it." She had honestly never thought about a threesome. And even after just a second of doing so she realizes that the idea doesn't really appeal to her.
"That sounds weird."
"No way! Anyone with a dick wants a threesome. That is just truth." He high fives one of the guys next to him. She rolls her eyes at them and then pats Sam's arm and waves as she walks away towards the dining hall to wait for Santana inside. The idea seems silly to her. But she can't help but think about if there was some bit of truth in Puck's statement. She wonders exactly how you even bring that up with someone?
Saturday morning Brittany wakes Santana up with sweet kisses and even sweeter words. The Lopez family was coming for a late breakfast. When Brittany had called to schedule it she had requested that it not be early. They hadn't been sleeping much and since it was Santana's birthday, she deserved to sleep in. "Happy birthday baby." Brittany whispers as she leans in for a kiss when Santana finally opens her eyes.
"Mmmm. Thank you." Santana loves being woken by Brittany. It solves that whole waking up on the wrong side of the bed thing. She especially loves it when it's not to get up and leave her to go to class or vice versa. She gets to spend the entire day with her and what more could she want for her birthday? Not that she's not excited to see her family, or for game night tonight. But for her, it's pretty much always Brittany.
They meet the Lopez family at a restaurant about twenty minutes away, so they don't have to drive the entire way into town. "I can't even deal with the fact that our baby sister is 20 years old now. You were twelve like, yesterday." Miguel hugs her before hugging Brittany. After a round of hugs (several from Maribel) they all head into the restaurant. After they eat and while they are waiting for dessert, Santana gets her birthday gifts. A keyboard for her iPad, gift cards, and new head phones.
"Brittany, we need to get you all moved into the apartment. After finals during regular dorm move out I'm assuming?" Brittany glances over at Santana. It doesn't really matter. She hasn't stayed in her dorm since spring break started. But not having to deal with that now while they're getting prepared for finals in a week would probably be best.
"I think so. I don't have a lot of stuff."
"That's fine. Your mother and I will bring the SUV down then. And we can go shopping after and get anything you girls might need. More towels or pillows or whatever." Santana laughs at her father's attempt to list things that they might need. He throws his napkin at her.
"You don't have to buy me anything. You already do so much for me."
"Nonsense dear. You're going to have to get over this. You're family. If Santana needed something we would buy it for her. You should expect the same treatment." Before Brittany could even protest, or thank Maribel (she wasn't sure which was going to come out of her mouth) she changed the subject. "Santana what did Brittany get you for your birthday?"
"Oh I haven't given it to her yet! We were running late to get here." Santana smiles over at Brittany. She thought for sure Brittany would have cracked and told her what she had gotten her. She had been excited about it for weeks. But she managed to keep it a secret.
When breakfast was over they all got hugs. Antonio, last in line, hugged them both and snuck forty dollars in both of their hands like Maribel didn't know he was going to do it. He winked at them and they all got into their cars and headed off. Santana noticed that Brittany was being quiet, and still hadn't put the money in her pocket. "I'm sorry if they overwhelm you Britt. They just want you to feel like family."
"No. I shouldn't complain. Amazing people are doing amazing things for me. I'll figure out how to accept it. It's just, do you have any idea when the last time my parents just handed me forty dollars? They gave me money. But it always came with some sort of guilt. Even when I was little. But your dad just handed me that money. Nothing else. No 'that's all we're giving you so make it last' or 'are you ever going to find a way to support yourself'. Everytime something nice like that happens, it feels a little like a trick at first. Or like I need to figure out why..."
"He just wanted you to have some cash in your pocket. Just in case you wanted something. They just want you to be happy and comfortable B. That's all they want for any of us. They still try and slip my brothers money."
"I know. And I love them. Your whole family. It's just going to take some getting used to." Santana nodded her understanding and squeezed Brittany's hand just a little tighter.
When they got back to the apartment Brittany made Santana sit on the bed while she went to the closet and pulled out the oddly shaped package. She handed it to Santana and waited, holding her breath, while she opened it. She was almost positive she was going to love it.
Santana unwrapped the shiny black ukulele with wide eyes. It was beautiful. And she had been wanting one for a while now. It even kind of coordinated with her acoustic guitar. "B. This is awesome!" She stood up and kissed Brittany who looked just as excited as Santana felt.
"I'm glad you like it. I thought you would." She leaned in to kiss Santana again, and then again, and one more time. She didn't want to distract her from her brand new toy so she pulled away. "I'm going to go shower. You play. Then while you shower I'll set up for when people start showing up."
Later that evening people start showing up. Not a lot of people had been invited, just the usual suspects. They had some board games and some video games set up to go. After Puck and Sam arrive they started playing Rock Band. Brittany just watched. She wasn't very good at it. Plus Santana promised they could play Just Dance in a little bit. But right now she was perfectly content to sit back and watch Santana have fun. "We gotta take a break guys. I need a drink." Puck had taken a few turns as singer and was getting a little horse. They all agree and pause the game.
"I'm going to go pee while he does that. Keep my spot warm." Santana kisses Brittany and pats her thigh before she gets up and heads to the bathroom.
Puck had gotten his drink but decided he should probably take a leak before things get heated again. Everyone was in the living room so he didn't bother knocking on the bathroom door. When he pushed it open he saw Santana standing there, but she was definitely peeing. "Puck close the fucking door!" She screamed at him as soon as she saw him. That shocked him out of his confusion and he shut the door. Brittany hears Santana yell from the living room so she gets up to see what is going on. She gets to the bathroom just as Santana was coming out.
When Santana gets out of the bathroom she expects Puck to bring it up. She's glad Brittany is magically there. "Dude why were you peeing standing up?" Brittany tensed next to her and she felt her hand on the small of her back. She took comfort in her proximity.
"I was born with a penis. All girl. Just with a penis." She sticks with simple knowing that he'll ask a million questions to clarify. Most people do. Or they get awkward, which she really hopes doesn't happen. She wouldn't admit it to him, but she really likes Puck. And the idea of losing him as a friend over something like this makes her sad. She's just waiting for the questions to come.
Except, they never do. Puck's face breaks out into a smile before he says "Awesome! You should have told me earlier. We could have been trading embarrassing boner stories. Oh you know what would be awesome! We should compare size! No. Nevermind. No. Because you are half the size of me and if your junk is anywhere near the size of mine I might get a complex."
"Good because you weren't going to see it anyway." Brittany responds, mostly jokingly.
"Calm down B. It's all yours." He puts his hands up in surrender. "Come on. We got a high score to beat on Rock Band." They turn to go back into the living room. He notices that Santana is still a little surprised. "Seriously bro. This is one thousand percent ok. No worries. Alright?" She nods and he claps her on the back a little harder than she had been prepared for and she stumbled forward. They both laughed and she shoved him back and that was the end of that.
Everyone was having fun. But Santana was yawning. And Brittany still had one last plan for the evening that really wasn't going to work out if Santana is too tired. A few minutes later Puck got a call and suddenly had to leave, Brittany suspects a hook up is involved. After that people seem to realize that it actually is getting late, and while it's the weekend, finals are still quickly approaching. Everybody's got studying to do. But not Brittany, not tonight. She's got Santana.
Everyone's gone and Brittany tells Quinn that she promises she will clean up in the morning. Quinn sees the glint in her eye and quickly texts Rachel to let her know she's sleeping with her tonight.
Santana looks around, about to clean up when Brittany grabs her hand and pulls her back to the bedroom. "Babe we gotta clea-"
"Tomorrow." Brittany had gotten excited and now this was just as much for her as it was for Santana. There was no denying that. Santana was confused for about a second before she had figured out where this might be going.
Brittany opened the door and pulled Santana in before shutting the door and pushing her up against it, pressing her lips to Santana's firmly. "Want you." Brittany moaned into her mouth. She slowed down the kiss a little before pulling back and taking a few steps backward. Santana followed. "Stay." Brittany told her.
There was no music, and that might have made this better, but she wasn't going to stop and fumble with the iPod. She stayed a few steps away from Santana and started to move her hips to the ever present internal rhythm. She removed her clothes piece by piece watching Santana's body language shift rapidly. She started shifting as she started to get hard, and she took a few tiny steps towards Brittany like she couldn't stop herself. Brittany smirked and turned around pulling her skirt off and bending over much further than she needed to.
Santana licked her lips. That view. She watched Brittany slowly stand back up and turn around. She was wearing a lingerie set that Santana had never seen before. But she hoped she'd see it again. Black and white lace panties that showed the curve of Brittany's ass and a matching bra that made her almost want to not take it off. Almost. She took a step forward and reached her arms out and pulling Brittany's body into hers. "So sexy baby." Brittany bit her bottom lip before leaning in a placing a gentle kiss to her lips. Santana tried to deepen it but Brittany pulled away before she could, sinking to her knees, keeping eye contact the whole time. She reached up and undid the button on Santana's jeans before pulling them down with her underwear.
She finally broke eye contact to look at Santana's semi-erect dick. She placed small kisses to it before lifting it with her hand and taking the head into her mouth. She heard Santana sigh happily above her as she took more and more of her length into her mouth. When she had taken as much as she could into her mouth she sucked gently.
Santana's hands instinctively went to Brittany's head. She barely had any time to worry about Brittany feeling forced before she felt and heard her moan around her now fully erect penis. She wove her fingers into silky blonde locks. "Fuck. Britt. So good." A piece of hair fell into Brittany's face blocking Santana's view of what Brittany was doing. She tucked it behind her ear before brushing her thumbs over Brittany's cheek, holding her face gently. The contact made it feel more amazing for Santana and she was quickly approaching orgasm. But she wanted to make Brittany feel good. She stopped Brittany, pulling her to her feet, and passionately kissing her. "You are so amazing." She told her between kisses. She started to walk Brittany back towards the bed, not breaking their kiss. She kicks her pants off somewhere between where they were and the bed.
When Brittany feels the back of her legs hit the mattress she reaches to the hem of Santana's shirt and pulls it off over her head, breaking the kiss for just a moment. They took a moment to remove the rest of their clothes before Santana gently pushes Brittany back onto the bed and kneels over the top of her. Brittany reaches up and brushes her fingers across Santana's cheek. "You're so beautiful Santana."
"I love you." It was the only way Santana could think to respond. She felt Brittany reach down and guide Santana into her. She pressed her hips forward until she was in as far as she could go.
Brittany loved the feeling of Santana filling her. She moaned as Santana started thrusting into her. She curled her leg around the back of Santana, allowing her to slip a little further in. Santana leaned down to kiss Brittany again. Santana wanted to go deeper. She wanted to be even closer. She wanted to make Brittany feel even better. She ran her hand along Brittany's other thigh before hesitating. "Do it Santana." Brittany whispered, knowing what Santana wanted.
She stilled her thrusting, buried deep inside. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Baby do you have any idea how flexible I am?" Santana swallowed at that. She lifted Brittany's leg gently before Brittany took over. Pulling her leg back and putting it over Santana's shoulder causing Santana to slip even further inside.
Santana took a deep breath calming the urge to come at the sight of Brittany like this. After a second she started moving in and out again. The angle had her brushing Brittany's g-spot on every stroke, causing Brittany to moan her name even louder. "Harder." She gasped out. Santana started thrusting harder alternating between kissing Brittany and pulling back to watch her. "So close."
Santana felt Brittany reach between them and circle her own clit. Santana was going to explode any second. "Baby come with me." She whispered into Brittany's lips. She felt Brittany start to shake and her muscles clench around her dick. She was so close and Brittany's orgasm pushed her over the edge. She presses herself in as deep as she could before coming hard. She couldn't hold her weight anymore and collapsed on top of Brittany burying her face into her neck. They were both covered in a layer of sweat.
"That was amazing." Brittany whispered into her ear. "So amazing." She stroked Santana's long brown hair away from her face before turning her head and kissing her cheek. They could both still feel the aftershocks in their bodies. Santana tried to prop herself back up but Brittany held her down."Stay inside just a little longer." Santana nods before recapturing Brittany's lips in a series of sweet kisses.
Santana feels Brittany shake lightly beneath her. "You're cold baby."
"A little."
"Ok. Under the blankets then." Santana propped herself up and gently slid her now soft penis out of Brittany. That feeling was not her favorite part. She crawled up the bed and pulled the blankets up helping Brittany slide underneath and into her arms. She pulled her body close and held her tight helping to warm her up.
"I loved the new lingerie set."
"I thought you might. I wanted to do something extra for you."
"It was amazing. Today was amazing." Brittany was pleased with herself for making Santana's birthday good. "I want to keep trying new positions. I like when we do that."
"Me too." Brittany hesitated for a moment. "Are there… other things you want to try?"
"What do you mean?" She kissed the back of Brittany's neck urging her to continue.
She thought maybe just coming right out with it might be better. "Do you ever think about having a threesome?"
"What?! No!" Santana took a deep breath. "I mean, do you?"
"No! Not even a little bit." Brittany rotated in Santana's arms so she was now facing her. "I overheard Puck say something about how anyone with a penis wants a threesome. And I just wanted to make sure you didn't want something you weren't getting."
"First of all, don't listen to Puck about anything that isn't football. Second, You are absolutely all I want. Ever. The idea of a threesome isn't even remotely exciting to me. Ok? Just you." Brittany smiled brightly before leaning in for a kiss.
"I love you so much. I'm glad you feel that way. I don't think I could handle watching you touch another girl."
"I couldn't touch another girl. Or see you touch another person. So we're agreed then. Just us." Brittany nods before leaning back in for a languid kiss. The kiss got a little messy as they both started to drift off. They pulled apart and Santana tucked Brittany under her chin and ran her fingers up and down her spine as she felt her muscles go slack and her mumbled I love yous turn into steady deep breaths.