AN: I am sorry for this wait, but you know that. If you can't write, you can't write. But I forced my way through it.

I hope you like it at least a little. We're closing in on the end here pretty soon.

Thank you to my Beta as always. And extra thank you to those of you who were patient and lovely, and even those of you who were less patient.

Brittany was nervous about finals week. She knew she was better prepared this semester then she had been last semester. But that didn't stop the nerves. Santana recognized this early on and had helped her make a very strict schedule that included plenty of time for sleeping and eating. There were even designated time blocks for cuddling. Which Brittany has found might be just as important as eating and sleeping. Her tutor was also more helpful than Brittany could have ever hoped for. She had extra sessions scheduled for the week of finals, as well as the week that had led up to it.

Dance wasn't her concern. She and Mike had rehearsed a lot and she knew he was going to dance beautifully and that was the best she could hope for. Whether or not her professors would like her choreography was another story. But she was pretty confident.

Rachel's dads had been really nice as well. They had stopped sending her game requests for Words With Friends (which she never won anyway) so she could focus on studying. They also sent care packages to both her and Rachel with candy, some fun pencils, iTunes gift cards, and a gift card to a restaurant nearby with specific instructions that they were to be used for a date night for each of them.

Most of their time was spent, like last year, in a study room in the library. Santana studying what she needed to, but mostly there to keep Brittany focused. Even though sometimes she served as more of a distraction. Occasionally she'd find herself on top of Brittany, pressing her into the table several minutes into a makeout session. But it couldn't be helped. Neither of them were complaining anyway.

Brittany only had one project and two tests standing between her and a wonderful summer. She and Santana had both been hired to work for their separate departments teaching classes at a summer arts camp. Brittany would be teaching hip hop, Santana would be teaching guitar and piano. It was exciting because she'd get to dance again (the doctors said she would be ok to start the week after finals) and she would be making some additional money. She was still going to be teaching her weekend dance class as well. Plus the summer meant lots of time with Santana. They had talked about times they would be able to go home and visit Santana's parents, and things they wanted to do in NYC. She could already tell it was going to be the best summer of her life.

She worked hard, early, so that she could turn her project in and get it out of the way. The rest of the time was spent studying for her tests. By time she walked into the first of the two tests, she knew she was as prepared as she could possibly be. As soon as that one was finished, she moved onto studying for the next.

When she walked out of her last final Friday afternoon she was elated. It had gone well, she was pretty sure. Plus it was beautiful outside and she was done. She had finished her first year of college. She pushed the door open, thinking about what else she needs to do today, when she hears her name being called. She looks in the direction and sees Santana standing against her car smiling at her. When Brittany gets to her, Santana takes her into her arms. "Go on a celebratory date with me?" Before Brittany even answers Santana pulls her down for a kiss.

"Mmmmm. But packing?"

"After. I miss seeing you without books in your hands. Let's just go to dinner." Santana smiles sweetly at her.

"I'd have to change."

"You already look beautiful." How could Brittany say no to that? So she didn't.

They went to a casual place nearby that they eat at maybe too often. But they like it, and people don't stare at them when they kiss because the crowd is fairly young. Santana is having a hard time keeping her hands off of Brittany. She just wants to be closer to her, as close as she can. Brittany, of course, loves the attention. After dinner they walk out and Santana walks Brittany to her side of the car. Instead of opening it, she backs Brittany up against it until she's pressing her gently into the door. "I've wanted to do this all evening." She murmurs as she leans up and claims Brittany's lips in a heated kiss.

It surprises Brittany at first. Santana isn't big on PDA and this is certainly that. But she can barely dwell on it for a second before Santana's tongue is brushing over her lips. The kiss continues to heat up, Brittany making barely there noises into Santana's mouth. The noises make Santana press herself further into Brittany. "Baby you're getting hard." She mumbles in between kisses. Santana knew that, but she wasn't interested in stopping. Brittany puts her hands on Santana's collar bone, pushing her back gently, forcing them to separate. "Let's go home." Santana nods, placing one more gentle kiss to Brittany's jaw, before stepping back so she could open Brittany's door for her.

They just barely make it to Santana's bedroom before Brittany's clothes start flying off. As soon as the door shuts they are back to kissing, clothes being removed during short breaks for air. Brittany crawls back onto the bed and Santana follows. She reaches her hand between Brittany's legs and wastes no time running a finger through her folds. "You're so wet."

"Mmm. Want you inside. Now." She leans up to kiss Santana again as she moves into position. Santana grips her cock, lines it up with Brittany's center, and is quickly pushing into her. The loud moan that escaped Brittany's lips was more than enough confirmation that she should keep going.

"So tight. Fuck baby. You feel so good." Santana spoke hotly into Brittany's ear. Other than a few whispered directions, there was little talking after that. Santana thrusted into Brittany with an urgency that spoke to how little time they had spent with each other in private, not sleeping, over the past week and a half. It was quick, but extremely satisfying, as they both came at nearly the same time. Santana stilled, the last of her strength draining into Brittany as she collapsed on top of her.

"So good." Brittany's voice cracked. She ran her fingers through Santana's dark hair. "I love you." She heard Santana respond into her neck. She knew in the back of her mind that there was something she needed to do. But right now, there was no where else she could imagine being.

A phone ringing distantly pulls Brittany out of her sleep. She feels Santana reaching for it as she opens her eyes. Brittany is laying on her stomach half on top of Santana, the sheet covering their legs but little else. She laughs quietly as Santana reaches around blindly for the phone, refusing to open her eyes. Brittany herself hasn't quite shaken the warm sleep feeling. But Santana is naked. And then phone has stopped ringing. Her lips turn up as she repositions herself and starts to lay gentle wet kisses on Santana's naked breast and a lingering kiss on her nipple. Santana's breath quickens and her hand threads into Brittany's hair. Brittany starts to kiss her way down when the phone starts ringing again. "Fuck." Santana yells. Now much more awake, she rolls over and grabs her phone.

"Yeah Mami you woke us up." Brittany knows she should behave. Santana's on the phone with her mother.

"Ok." But she can't help it. She starts kissing Santana's stomach as innocently as she can when you're thinking about how badly you want to go down on your girlfriend.

"T-twenty minutes? Ok see you then. Bye." She hurried off the phone. But just as she went to thread her fingers through Brittany's hair she jumped off the bed. "Baby what are you-"

"I completely forgot we were moving out today. Shit. Babe I was supposed to pack last night." It would be funny to Santana if Brittany didn't look so panicked. She was standing there wringing her fingers like she forgot the first step of getting dressed.

"Babe stop. It's fine. Come here." She reached out and Brittany took her hand allowing Santana to pull her back onto the bed. Santana hugs her.

"I just don't want them to get mad or feel inconvenienced or change their minds about me moving in here."

"That's not going to happen baby. You don't even have that much stuff. Plus they're used to moving me. I'm sure they assume they'll have to pack too. You've got to let go of the idea that they're just going to up and stop loving you Britt. Even if you did frustrate them, which I doubt you could do, that doesn't stop someone from loving you. Ok?" Brittany nods against her.

"Ok. But we maybe should at least beat them there." Santana kisses her forehead before she releases her hold and lets Brittany get back up to get dressed. Santana stands up and groans at her semi. Brittany looks over and notices what Santana is groaning about.

"I'm sorry San. That's my fault."

"You think?" Santana laughs back at her. "It's fine. It'll go down soon. Just please put clothes on." They both finished getting dressed and grabbed some poptarts and head to Brittany's room.

Thankfully she already had boxes there that she had gotten earlier in the week when she had every intention of packing on Friday. But now that she was here, Santana was right as usual. She really didn't have that much stuff. They were there for about fifteen minutes setting out boxes and trying to get organized before Santana's parents showed up. They went down to meet them to bring them upstairs. Antonio, Maribel, and Gabe had all come to help.

After hugs were exchanged they all walked upstairs. Brittany was still a little nervous that they were going to be frustrated with her. But of course they weren't. Maribel just started asking questions about what Brittany wanted packed where and Antonio and Gabe stood awkwardly in the corner asking if there was anything heavy that needed carried down.

Things were moving really quickly. Santana was going through Brittany's desk sorting papers. Most of them were easily put into keep or throw away piles. "Hey Britt do you need this?" She holds up an envelope that it looks like Brittany filled out but hadn't sent.

"Oh yeah. I need to put a copy of my birth certificate in it and send it. I've needed to do that for months." Santana put the envelope in the keep pile and made a mental note to remind Brittany to do that later when a thought hit her. They hadn't gotten anything out of Brittany's house when they went to talk to her parents and they had kicked her out. What if Brittany didn't have any of that stuff that she needed.

"Babe. Do you have your birth certificate?" She asked gently. She didn't want to upset Brittany. She just wanted to know so that they could start dealing with it if she didn't have all of that stuff.

"Yep. It's in the box in the closet."

"Thank God. I got scared that it was at your house somewhere."

"No. I pretty much took everything important with me when I left for school. It's all in the box. It's where I keep important stuff." Brittany walked over to the closet and pulled out a box smaller than a shoe box and handed it to Santana.

"Can I look?" Santana asked. Brittany nodded and turned back to folding up her blankets on her bed and stuffing them in a bag. Santana opened the box and the very top layer was a stack of little notes that she had written Brittany, a few pictures of them together, some movie tickets and a few other little things. Santana smiled. They needed more to contribute. They needed a bigger box. Under that was some papers and Brittany's birth certificate, her social security card, and a small stack of pictures. "Are these baby pictures of you?" Brittany smiled and nodded.

They were precious. Brittany was the cutest little baby. "I'm glad you have at least some of your baby pictures Britt. That you didn't lose all of them."

"That is all of them." She shrugged. "I assumed they wouldn't miss them." She grabs the bag of packed blankets and kisses Santana on the cheek. "I'm going to run this down I'll be right back." She walks out leaving Santana there still holding the box.

Maribel watches as Santana walks out with an unusual expression on her face. She was holding a small box and walked in the opposite direction of the stairs that took them down to the truck. She follows her out of curiosity and finds Santana leaning against a wall in the bathroom wiping a tear away.

"What's wrong mija?" Maribel asks carefully. Not wanting to invade her daughters privacy, but not being able to help it either. Santana sniffs wiping away another tear before it even really falls.

"I just hate being reminded of Brittany's past. I hate how her parents never, I don't know, cherished her. It just upsets me."

"What happened Santana?" Maribel was still confused.

"It's stupid." Santana responds, but hands her mother the box anyway. "These are all of the pictures that Brittany's parents had of her. They all fit in this little box. Her whole life." Santana was getting worked up again. But now Maribel understood. They had several albums full of pictures for each child, not to mention boxes of ones that never made it in the albums. Pictures documenting everything they could. She hugs Santana tight.

"We'll just have to make up for it and take more pictures. Ok?" Santana nods. She knows her mother already has some at her house of them from past visits. She'll have to get copies. "Plus I know you and Brittany are going to over photograph your babies." That made Santana smile. She has stopped choking everytime her mother brings up babies, because honestly the thought makes her so happy. "Plus today isn't a sad day. Your girlfriend is moving in with you! This is a big day!" Santana nods and smiles before hugging her mother one last time before they head back into Brittany's room to finish packing and moving her out.

They were done packing in what felt like no time at all. Moving everything into the apartment was even quicker. They stayed to help Brittany unpack, and Maribel insisted on them both packing up winter stuff and taking it back to the house with them so they would have more room. They get most of the way done before Santana decides they can do the rest on their own. But Maribel insists on taking them to dinner and to Target before she, Antonio, and Gabe go back to the city.

"I'm incredibly thankful for your parents but I'm glad they are gone. It's been a long day." Brittany tells Santana after they've given final hugs and promises to come visit after Maribel and Antonio get back from their vacation in July.

"Me too. Should we finish unpacking?"

"It really is only a few more things. Why don't you go shower, and I'll finish it. And then I'll shower. Then movie?"

"Sounds perfect. Movie night with my girlfriend in our apartment." She emphasized our. "That we live together in." Neither could keep the smile off of their faces as they leaned in to kiss. Before it got carried away Brittany separated from Santana and told her to go get in the shower.

While Brittany was in the shower Santana gathered blankets and threw them on the couch. Quinn was gone spending a few weeks with Rachel at her house so she didn't have to worry about making messes or annoying Quinn. Not that it was ever a huge issue. She picked a movie that she knew Brittany would like and settled onto the couch to wait. Brittany showed up a few minutes later and cuddled into Santana on the couch while Santana started the movie.

Santana is sure that the movie is great. But she's distracted by playful kisses from Brittany, she's not complaining. The kissing deepens after a while and Santana can tell that Brittany wants to play. She was about to suggest that they move this back to the bedroom except she doesn't have to. No Quinn, no problem. She flips Brittany onto her back and straddles her, kissing her deeply until the need to breathe caused them to separate. Then she slid off of the couch and onto her knees right in front of it. "San don't leave." Brittany pouts.

"Not leaving." Santana grabs Brittany's thighs and rotates her a little bit so that she's kneeling in between them. She smirks at Brittany who seems to have just caught on to where this was going. Santana reached up and slipped her fingers beneath the elastic waist band of Brittany's boxers and pulled them slowly down her legs, and then off. Santana started slow, placing teasing little kisses on the insides of Brittany's thighs until she was squirming.

"Stop teasing." Brittany whined. Santana shook her head no before blowing warm air on Brittany's visibly wet center. Brittany's breath caught and she pressed her hips forward hoping for any friction. Santana leaned forward again and pressed a light kiss on top of Brittany's clit, but was gone before she could get any relief from the contact. "San…"

Santana relented and started to lick just a little harder, still managing to avoid touching the places Brittany really wants her. After a few teasing licks, she flicks her tongue over her clit. Brittany gasps. Santana is hit with a desire that she has had before, and would really like to try.

"I'll stop teasing if we can try something new."

"Anything." Brittany husks, pupils blown. She's extremely turned on.

"I'm going to lay down, and I want you to kneel over top of me. Ok?" Brittany nods. She really would do just about anything right now to relieve the pressure. Santana situates herself on the ground and Brittany climbs off of the couch, kisses Santana once, and then places her knees carefully on either side of Santana's face.

Santana reaches up and grasps Brittany's hips and pulls her down until she's just perfectly positioned. True to her word, she eagerly starts licking Brittany. Long firm strokes with her tongue that leave Brittany having to concentrate on not bucking her hips into Santana's mouth too hard. She can't help the small backwards and forwards motions though, as her body instinctually seeks out release.

Brittany catches sight of the tent in Santana's boxers and without even thinking about it falls forward onto one of her hands, using the other to pull the shorts down. She leans forward and takes Santana into her mouth, suckling on the head before taking more in. She can't believe how turned on she is right now.

Santana hadn't been expecting that, not that she was complaining. But suddenly her dick is pressing into Brittany's mouth, and it causes her to lose focus on what she's doing for a second. But before Brittany can even notice she's stopped, she has started again. She can't stop herself from moaning into Brittany even more than she had been.

She wasn't going to last long with Brittany's mouth on her, and her mouth on Brittany. Two of her favorite things happening at once, and she's honestly kind of surprised that she makes it past thirty seconds. She does, but not by much. When Santana feels herself about to come her movements still against Brittany and she arches up as much as she can in some kind of warning before she explodes into Brittany's mouth. As soon as she can feel she's done, and Brittany knows it too because her mouth is pulling slowly off of Santana's dick, she dives back in licking Brittany's clit they way she knows will make Brittany come the quickest.

Brittany forces herself back up to kneeling over top of Santana, giving her better access. It feels amazing. Different than when Santana normally goes down on her. Santana can tell Brittany is getting close. Her hips are moving in small circles, and her breath is coming quicker. Santana reaches up and presses three fingers inside of Brittany slowly. The low answering moan told Santana that that had been exactly what she wanted. Santana pumped in and out at an even pace, focusing her tongue on Brittany's clit. It wasn't long before Santana felt Brittany's muscles clamp down on her fingers and Brittany was shaking above her while moaning her name.

As soon as Brittany came most of the way down all she wanted was to be in her arms. So she carefully, with shaking limbs, raised herself up causing Santana's fingers to slip out of her. She then turned herself and crawled down and laid on top of Santana who, always knowing this was what Brittany needed, pulled her into her arms whispering sweet words of love into her ear.

"That was awesome." Brittany mumbles into Santana's neck. Santana can't help the laugh that escaped her lips.

"I'm glad you approve. Even though I hadn't meant for you to do anything to me."

Brittany pushes herself up so she can look at Santana. "There is no way I could have stopped myself. I could tell it wanted me."

"It always wants you."

"Good." Brittany lays back down before continuing. "I used to hate blow jobs."

"If I didn't already know why, I'd be surprised by that." Brittany smiles into Santana's chest. They lay there for a few more minutes before getting up, removing the rest of their clothes, and going to sleep.

Brittany wakes up the following Wednesday extremely nervous. Normally she can manage to at least lay still enough to not wake Santana. Today she fails miserably. "S'wrong baby?" Santana half yawns.

"Today's Wednesday."

"Mhmm." Brittany could tell Santana was fading back to sleep.

"San" Brittany shakes her gently. "Grades are up today."

Santana cracks open an eye to look at Brittany's face. She looks so nervous. Santana doesn't think she's ever checked grades the day they came out. She usually remembers sometime halfway through summer that she should maybe check them. But she's also never, not for a single moment, ever been concerned with passing a class. Or keeping a scholarship. Or getting kicked out of school. Santana forces herself completely awake so they can look them up. "First of all, good morning love." She kisses Brittany softly. "Let me get my laptop. We'll check them together ok?" She rolls out of bed and walks over to grab her laptop. When she turns around she catches Brittany staring at her. She gets it. Getting up in the morning and watching Brittany get out of bed is definitely up there on her list of reasons why she likes to sleep naked. "Ok perv. You want to check first or do you want me to check first?"

"You first. And I'm not perving, I'm appreciating." She curls into Santana's side and watches as she logs onto her account and clicks grades. "You got all A's! Even your stupid professor gave you an A!" Brittany crawled onto Santana's lap to kiss her.

"B slow down or we're not going to get to your grades." Brittany pulls back blushing.

"I'm just proud. I love you."

"I love you too. Your turn." Brittany resituated herself so she was still on Santana's lap but could also type on the computer. She clicked the link to see her grades and forced herself to keep looking at the computer. Before she could even register what she was seeing Santana was wrapping her up and pushing the computer away. "Britt! You got straight A's too!" Brittany's eyes were wide as she let Santana hug her tight.

"That's never happened before." She whispered back.

"You're on the Deans List Britt! We have to call my parents." Brittany nodded, excitement now setting in. She got all A's. She's not going to lose her scholarship or get put on probation. She knew tutoring was working but this is real proof.

They call Santana's parents who put them on speaker phone and cheer when they hear both girls got all A's. They expected it of Santana, but they were no less proud. But they both knew how hard Brittany had to work for her grades, and they were so happy it had paid off for her. They decided they would take the girls on a celebration dinner when they came to visit in July. Brittany had never, not once in her life, been celebrated for her grades in school. She couldn't have stopped smiling even if she tried. Last semester she had barely done well enough to keep her scholarship. So celebrated the fact that she had managed at least that. But it was nothing like this.

The next two weeks moves way too quickly for either of their liking. Lazy days filled with sleeping late, swimming, going for runs together, making love whenever they want, and going to bed much later than they should. It was the best two weeks of either of their lives.

The weeks that came after wouldn't be so bad either, Brittany thought as she got dressed in loose clothes for dancing. Today they would both start teaching at the art summer camp that was run through the school. It had been torture getting Santana out of bed. They hadn't gone to sleep early enough the night before and Santana with not enough sleep is not the happiest Santana. But she was up, and they left and went their separate ways.

When Brittany met Santana after camp had ended for the day to walk back to the apartment she noticed that Santana still looked really tired. "Hard day?" She asked, kissing Santana on the cheek.

"Not really. Kids were all good. We mostly just did intro stuff anyway."

"You look tired. I thought for sure you would have woken up during the day."

"Nope. Still exhausted. Guess I'll just need extra cuddles tonight." Brittany laughed before crossing her arms and looking up in thought.

"I think maybe I can do that." She put her arm around Santana's back and walked the rest of the way home.

But early to bed hadn't fixed Santana's tired problem, and by the end of the second day of camp it was clear that she was getting a pretty bad cold. Brittany had tried to convince her that she should stay home the next day but Santana didn't want to do that. And after that it became routine where Santana would wake up feeling worse everyday, and Brittany would try to convince her to stay home and get better. But Santana hated staying home and doing nothing. Brittany was worried the stress of trying to do nothing would make it worse than just letting her go to work. It was only six hours a day, and she made sure that Santana wasn't doing anything but laying around drinking tea the rest of the time.

By time the end of camp came along Santana wasn't feeling any better. Some days she thought maybe she was, just a little, but then the next it would be even worse. She was glad she stuck with teaching camp though. The kids had grown a lot and Santana had learned that she kind of liked teaching. Brittany thought that might happen, and she was pleased because she thought Santana was an excellent teacher.

While Brittany loved every second of camp, she didn't think it ending could have come soon enough. Santana was definitely getting worse. A few days in bed were definitely needed in order to help her kick whatever this was. She didn't think Santana could physically consume any more vitamin C or liquids, Brittany had been pumping her full of both. More rest would fix it.

A few days later it became clear that wasn't the answer. Brittany woke up pressed against a very warm and sweaty Santana. She put her hand to her forehead and right away knew she had a fever. She gets up and does a load of laundry and picks up the house, waiting for Santana to get up. When she does she tells Brittany that she doesn't feel any worse but Brittany can tell that's not true. Her cough sounded a hundred times worse even from just yesterday, and she clearly had a fever. "Maybe we should call your dad?" Brittany asked as she was brushing through Santana's hair trying to sooth her in some way.

"No babe. We can't. They're on vacation and they will just worry, you know them. People get sick. It's no big deal." But it didn't feel like no big deal. Brittany didn't know a lot about medicine but she knew that fevers were supposed to break and this one felt like it was just lasting all day. But she didn't want to go against Santana's wishes so she just watched her carefully and took care of her in any way she could.

Brittany has taken to waking up in the middle of the night for a few nights now. Some part of her just needs to check on Santana and make sure she's doing ok. Which might be silly because Santana is always asleep. But Brittany can't help it. Usually she gets up and makes sure Santana has enough water in her bottle before kissing the sick girl's cheek and falling back asleep.

Tonight she knew instantly that something was wrong. It took her just a second to register that the arm that had been resting on Santana's stomach felt like it was burning. She quickly sat up and examined the still sleeping girl. She wasn't breathing as deeply as normal and when she put her hand on Santana's forehead she gasped at how hot it was. She went into panic mode. She needed to get Santana up so they could call her dad or the doctor or something. "San wake up." There was no reaction. "Santana wake up baby come on." Still nothing. "Santana wake up right now." She started to panic even more as she shook an unresponsive Santana. There had been absolutely no reaction.

Santana was not waking up.