July 15, 2008 – Tuesday

Lima, Ohio

Santana was dressed in her usual white shirt, earth-brown pants and combat boots that Tuesday morning. The sun was not yet rising, but it had already cast a pinkish-red glow over the horizon, making the distant hills on the opposite side of Lima Lake look misty blue.

She grabbed a bag of chocolate-chip pancakes and two cups of coffee from the restaurant, then she walked towards her Chevy. In a few minutes she was driving down the road towards the Evans' house.

She had knocked once and the door swung open for her. Bailey, the terrier, instantly strutted towards her and cuddled for a moment, then the dog went back inside the house, and Santana was met by Brittany's electric blue eyes. It was electric, literally, because even just with Brittany staring down at her with her eyes, Santana already felt the shivers running up and down her spine.

"Hey, you," Santana said, her mouth breathing out a puff of white air from the brisk morning.

"Hey, why don't you get in?" Brittany stepped at the door's side to give Santana access.

"Thanks," the Latina said as she made her way through the dark hallway and seated herself on one of the cushioned couches in the Evans' living room. "I brought breakfast."

"Would you care for a cup of coffee?" Brittany smiled as she stood from the doorway connecting the kitchen and the living room.

Santana smiled and chortled a little. "No. I bought us each a cup."

"Okay, thank you. I, I have a batch of muffins to share."

"I would love that, Brittany."

"I'll have it up in no time," Brittany grinned and disappeared into the kitchen. The blonde then later came back with four homemade blueberry muffins all placed on a plate. She set them atop the glass top coffee table.

"I made them last night. I couldn't sleep, you know. I don't know why, but yeah," Brittany fidgeted with her fingers and the act didn't go unnoticed by the Latina's eyes.

"You must have stayed up late for these stuff," Santana took a bite with the muffins. "What are in these things?"

"Blueberries. I got them some few yards away from the farm," Brittany explained.

"You've gone berry picking?" Santana's eyes popped as she tasted the heavenly sweetness of the berries.

"Well, sort of, yeah," Brittany shrugged casually. "I did a few months back and sweetened them."

"I'm pretty impressed. Sam Evans was one lucky husband," Santana grinned as she drank from her Styrofoam coffee cup. "By the way, you make real yummy muffins."

"I'll take that as a compliment," Brittany leaned back on the club chair she was sitting on. "So, where do you plan to take pictures with, Miss Lopez?"

"I'd take the lake," Santana looked straight Brittany across the coffee table. "Last night, I was sitting in front of my desk and I looked out my window and, well let's just say I saw something beautiful."

"You're never the one to use colorful adjectives, are you?" Brittany said. By the joke in her voice, Santana smiled and let out a giggle.

"I always say what I want," Santana said. "As long as it's truth, you know."

Brittany only nodded softly to herself, watching Santana sip her coffee in silence. "Well, there's a spring just half a mile off the lake."

"Really? Is it good?" Santana's curious eyes shone like dark gems.

"I don't know. I just thought you'd take a look," Brittany explained. "It's alright, by the way. There are a lot of guppies. I'm...I'm not saying you gotta have to go, though," Brittany shrugged and smiled at Santana shyly.

"How about we have breakfast first, then we'll decide whether we'd go to the spring," Brittany smiled as she took a bite from her muffin. After a few more bites in silence, Brittany stood up and went to retrieve something inside one of the drawers on the mahogany sidepiece.

"Here is a map of Lima," Brittany waved out a piece of paper and she put it on the coffee table. She then pointed to a stretch of broken lines, all leading to what seemed to be the lake. "So, we can use the trail here, I think your Chevy could handle that, given that Snix's engine could take a beating. It's gonna take like forty-five minutes to travel over there and another forty-five minutes back. It's a back road."

Santana peered over the paper and examined it carefully. "The road any good?"

"It's fair. It's an old roadway and not many of the cars pass it. In fact, I think no one does," Brittany shrugged her shoulders again. "I think we should take it."

"Well, I'll never argue on the roadways with a local," Santana smiled as she stared at her coffee. Then she lifted her eyes to Brittany and she just realized that the blonde had been looking at her for a while. Santana shyly ducked her eyes softly.

"You've got beautiful brown eyes, Santana."

"Thanks."

A wave of silence hung over them both as they looked at each other, sometimes locking gazes once in a while. But mostly, each of the other avoided each other's gaze.

"So, should we go now?" Santana rose up from her feet.

"I packed lunch. I managed to do," Brittany said. "I can bring the sandwiches I made if you want to have them."

"Sure, how about I start backing the car up and you pack them?" Santana smiled as she picked up the dishes and carried them to the dishwasher.

"Yeah, will do."

After washing the dishes and loading all her gears on the truck, Santana was already driving across the country with the blonde by her passenger seat. She was listening to Coldplay's Yellow and was banging her head on the tune of music. Brittany watched her with pure amusement, and there was something in her eyes that shines – and sparked something inside Santana, too.

"Hey, will you listen to that?" Brittany squeaked as Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You plays. Brittany started to sing in tune with the music and Santana started to hum through the first verse. The Latina then belted out at the chorus.

"We could have a shot at the local music fair, you know," Brittany remarked.

"I know. I've got the hots for a hottie, you know," Santana grinned. "Tell me, Britt, have you ever been gone to places?"

"Well, not really that much. My grandparents were Dutch immigrants. They moved here and settled in Maine. Seeing that they were never having enough money, they moved here in Ohio and started farming here. Ever since then, we've never moved," Brittany said, somehow there was something in her voice that Santana had noticed. It's some sort of resignation, regret – Santana doesn't really know how to call it.

"Oh, so tell me, how'd you met Sam?" Santana said, suddenly feeling that there is a need for her to pretend that she was indeed interested in Brittany's marriage.

"Well, it's not really that much," Brittany tilted her head to one side, and all the same time scrunching her nose. Santana gave her a look that tells Brittany to say anyways.

"Okay, so when I was nineteen, Sam went with his older brother here from Pennsylvania during one of the fairs in Allen County. He was a bareback rider by then, and I danced in the town's square dance, and that's how I met him. Three months through our relationship, I married him. And I had Ashley," Brittany smiled as she told her story to Santana.

"Must be some young love or something, huh?" Santana's brow quirked in its signature way as she looked at Brittany.

"Probably," Brittany chuckled. "Have you ever fell in love? Have you ever felt that love that's so strong and beautiful that you think you can't live without them?"

Santana smiled. "Once I did," she muttered. "With a girl. But it didn't turn out well."

There was a short gasp from Brittany and she grinned at the Latina. However, Santana took it wrongly and a scowl was already put on full blow on her face.

"It's not that I don't like them or the people like you, you know," Brittany rambled. "I mean I have nothing against you and I really appreciate that you are telling me this and for trusting me with something about you that's so intimate. And I actually find you an interesting person. Now I'm...I'm rambling."

Santana looked at Brittany straight in the eye and the sunlight caught the blue eyes, making it shine like sapphire gems. For a while, Santana forgot that she was driving. Being caught in the moment, Santana averted her eyes on to the road again.

"What are we even talking about?" Brittany moaned. "Come on, tell me about her."

"Well, to start with, she was a Polish pianist," Santana smiled as she looked into the rear view mirror and caught a glimpse of the leafy foliage that swallowed the back road they were traveling. She notice that Brittany was intent on listening to her.

"We met in some bar, once. I was too drunk to care and I started singing a Michael Buble song. It was all in the wrong notes and pitches, but Anna – that was her name; she was laughing at me anyway. I think that my singing entertained her. I stopped and placed myself in front of the bar, she walked up to me and that's how it all started," Santana said.

"So, why didn't it turn out so well?" Brittany asked.

"Well, my time in Poland was really short, just a clean two months. I had to move out to Tibet, and that's it, it was a mutual decision though. I asked her to let go and she did, so it's really not that much," Santana shrugged.

"After that?"

"In a year? No more," Santana smiled. "I still remember her though, sometimes. It's been over a year, since I left Poland. I've been to places. And I think, me and Anna were just meant to, you know, meet at some point in our life and then separate."

Brittany nodded as if she understood Santana and she smiled. "Sometimes though San, there are those people who you meet at one point in your life and they'll stay forever ingrained in you memories like they've been with you all your life."

"Maybe," Santana shrugged. They came into a trail and Santana pulled up of the road. "We're here."

"Yeah. Let's just climb up the trail and we'll come over the woodlands," Brittany huffed.

"Lead the way, shall you?" Santana said in a posh British accent.

"I would love to, milady," Brittany grinned as she held out her hand for Santana to hold on to as they stepped onto the moss-covered trail. They walked a little when the trail became slippery.

"Hey, you have to be careful when you step on that," Santana warned as she saw that Brittany's next step was supposed to land on a wet patch on the trail. But the warning came out to late, because Brittany was falling dangerously the next moment Santana realizes it.

She caught the blonde's hand and pulled her close towards her body. The momentum caused Santana to lose her balance, too. And both women fell on the trail.

"Ouch," Santana growled. However, Santana's initial sense of pain faded into the sun as she lifted her eyes upon the other set of blue eyes above her. Brittany was way too close to her, their bodies flushed together, lips almost touching dangerously. Santana winced, and Brittany just gazed at her.

It must have been minutes or hours or seconds, but neither of them seemed to make an effort to move. They just stayed there, Santana's back on the ground, Brittany locked safely in her arms, and Brittany laying half of her body atop Santana's feeling the Latina's heartbeat straight through her blouse.

Brittany was the first one to pull away from the timeless pit they have both been in. She awkwardly stood up and tried to dust away the dirt that had accumulated over her old faded blue jeans.

"Sorry," she quietly mumbled to Santana and she quickly stood up from the ground. Santana also awkwardly stood up, and retrieved her fallen camera pack and started to check on her things. After a few minutes of checking out her things, she decided that nothing seemed wrong and she smiled at Brittany.

"We're all cool. Let's go take some pictures," Santana clicked her tongue and headed for the trail. They continues to walk, sometimes in silence, but Santana noticed that Brittany walks while humming to herself softly.

"You know, there's a river in India," Santana started to say as they came into the lake's margin. "It was a sacred river. Most people come to the river at a certain time of the year to wash their sins. They believe that the water would carry their sins and pains away."

"I never believed in such things, Santana. On the contrary, I believe that we all have a chance," Brittany said as she perched herself upon a smooth rock at the edge of the lake. "We all have a chance to be forgiven, to forgive, to fall in love...to be loved."

There was something about Brittany and the way she said the last three words that just made Santana melt from the inside. It's like she had this warm bubbling spring inside her, that seemed to burst out. She had never felt that, not even when she's with Anna. Not even when she was out in the London streets, taking the queen's photograph.

It was something else that was entirely...different.

"It's hot," Brittany said as she paced across the gravel margin and sat onto the half-strewn hay bale that was left on the ground by whoever that fed his horse out of that bale or whatever.

"What's a hay bale doing out here?" Santana's brows knitted in confusion.

"Must be Farmer Figgins and his donkey," Brittany answered back, her eyes gazed upon the waters, and they seemed to catch the light coming from the sun. Santana found it very beautiful and endearing and enchanting and...

Her camera clicked a few times and she whispered the word "beauty" onto the breeze as she peered through the lenses.

"You took a picture of me?" Brittany said.

"It's a good thing to keep. Don't worry, I'll send you a copy," Santana answered and smiled sweetly at the blonde. "What time is it? I'm hungry."

"It's still eleven in the morning," Brittany retorted with a smirk on her face.

"Really," Santana shrugged. "I thought it's time for lunch already. It must have been all those walking distance I've traveled."

"Come on, help me up so we can go back to the car and get the sandwi-" Brittany stood up and her foot slipped on the rock. Into the water, the blonde splashed. She frantically groped for some footing but she failed.

"Britt!" Santana yelled and unslung her camera from her neck, and without even thinking twice, she dove into the water. She quickly stashed the wriggling blonde and pulled her back to the lake's shore.

The water was over halfway of their bodies, and evidently, Santana's shirt was soaked, and so was Brittany's own. The thin material couldn't conceal the blonde's lace lingerie and Santana couldn't help but stare. Santana's red bra wasn't in a better shape either. The red material stood out against the thin white cotton shirt that Santana had wore. And the way Brittany had bitten her lower lip as her gazed traveled down to the Latina's abs told Santana that Brittany also wanted this.

She needed this.

They both need it.

Santana ventured to take a step, but the slippery terrain proved to be more difficult that what it was. Santana fell headfirst and rolled over, taking Brittany down with her and they both laid on the ground, with Santana hovering on top of Brittany's thinly-clad by her wet denim jeans and her wet blouse.

They did not say a word. The only language they were speaking were harsh breathing and the constant rising and falling of their chests. Santana did not make a move, and her eyes must have shown the confusion inside her about her feelings because she then felt the blonde's soft, gentle hands touch her cheek.

"It's okay, Santana."

Brittany's voice was soft, and slurry. Like, it was torn out of her throat and that there was the desperation in her voice. It told Santana that Brittany needed it.

"Are you sure?" Santana's voice found her again.

Brittany only nodded. And Santana held up her lips and cautiously kissed the blonde below her. Her lips trailed the soft kisses into Brittany's mouth, along the taut line of her jaw and along the curve of her earlobes.

Santana's kisses trailed on the blonde hair, down to the nape of Brittany's neck and onto the strong, youthful shoulders, causing Brittany to shiver at the Latina's touch. Tan hands went underneath the blonde's wet shirt, causing the blonde to shudder at the feeling.

Nimble fingers started to hover over Brittany's bra-clad pink buds and it earned Santana a pleasant, sultry moan from the blonde's mouth. Underneath the Latina, the blonde was a writhing mess. Santana quickly raised the hem of the shirt and let Brittany take it off. Santana's kisses went further down until she came on to the valley between Brittany's plump breasts. Using a single hand, Santana unhooked the blonde's bra from behind and bit material, so she can tear it away from the blonde's breasts like an animal tears away the flesh of its prey.

"Santana..." Brittany whispered from above her as Santana delved her tongue between the roundness of Brittany's chest.

"Santana...more..." Brittany moaned louder this time as a tongue shot out and captured one of the blonde's nipples.

The tan fingers were already underneath the blonde's waistband and Brittany quickly shimmied out of the denim jeans she was wearing. Santana's strong left hand was already coated with the wetness that matched Brittany's urgent need.

Seeing the glistening moist from Brittany's deep cavern, Santana brought it to her mouth and licked her index finger clean. She sucked on it until she saw Brittany squirming and Santana's left hadn made its traverse along the lace lingerie again. This time though, the hand was already pulling away the obstructive waistband from the milky-white thighs.

"Are you sure?" Santana asked from between the blonde's legs.

"Please," Brittany whispered, the need evident in her voice. "Please, Santana. Please."

Propping herself with her knees, and using her hands to keep Brittany's knees in place, Santana bent down, inhaling the sweetness that was Brittany. She softly poked her tongue out, and she slowly delved into the warm moist slit.

Above her, Brittany's breathing became ragged, short puffs of air as she started to teeter over the edge of her senses. Flicking viciously, yet never losing the gentleness at the same time, Santana worked Brittany up. She occasionally bit some part of the blonde's thigh, only to spur Brittany's loud moans on.

A few more flicks and Brittany's voice became sharp intakes of air that always seemed to be never enough. She was dangerously teetering over the edge, and now Santana added a finger to her ministrations. Brittany was writhing at her touch, restless and needy and she was...earthly.

"San...Santana...ugh," Brittany started to knead Santana's tuff of raven-dark hair.

"Brittany, let it go. Come for me," Santana breathed harshly as she sucked on the wetness that was Brittany at its purest.

"Santana..." Brittany wheezed out as she felt another finger adding up to fill her. "Santana...San-ahh...San, fast-ah...faster..."

Pumping gently with two fingers inside the blonde, Santana curled her fingers gently, all the same time hitting that sweet spot inside Brittany, causing the blonde's legs to twitch uncontrollably.

"San...ahh, San...oh...oh," Brittany breathed out as she felt herself tumbling down the edge, all the time feeling the pulsing pump from Santana and spurred her wetness even more. She could feel the warmth trickled inside her.

"Santanaaah...ohhh," she felt herself crash against her limit. And there was that electric buzz that seemed to never stop coursing through her. Suddenly her head felt so light and all she wanted to do was smile lazily as Santana looked at her.

"Hey baby," Santana grinned.

"Hey you," Brittany's lazy smile grew and she craned her head to put a kiss on Santana's lips, only to taste herself in them.

"Go to sleep," she heard Santana hum.

"Be here when I wake up."

"I will. I promise," it was all she had heard before she felt her eyelids drop.

Brittany looked at Santana as the woman dressed into her dampened clothes again. It's annoying and crazy and beautiful at the same time and it hurts Brittany, because she knew Santana had regretted kissing her. But she would never let herself regret at the beautiful feeling she and Santana had shared.

"San," the intimacy in her voice had scared her. She had never felt so close to someone before, not even Sam. And it's quiet making her feel as if she had made a wrong thing.

"Yes, Brittany?" Santana answered. Suddenly, an inkling hit Santana as to why her feelings for Brittany just skyrocketed to a premium. It felt like she wasn't just having some earthly sharing with the blonde. It's like whatever that they did earlier had reinforced their bond.

"I'm not regretting it, Santana," Brittany stated. "And I hope you don't."

"Believe me, Brittany. I don't regret anything about it. I believe in us, and what we did was special. Not just some unstoppable hormonal outburst," Santana strutted and started to gently cup the blonde's face. "I love you, Brittany Pierce-Evans. I love you. And falling in love with you is like falling to another dimension. I can't stop...I can't even put a pause to it so that I can think. You're an enchantress, Brittany."

Brittany just nodded and looked at her. "I'm sorry again."

"Shh, baby hush it. It's never your fault I fell in love with you. It was my own choice," Santana smiled, held her close, and then she left another lingering kiss on Brittany's lips. "Come on, let's help you with some dry clothes. I got some back in the car and maybe we can drive around the country. You know, live for a while. Be crazy for a short time. Even for just tonight we'll be free."

Brittany nodded and thought it over.

Santana was right.

A/N: Yeah, so there you have it, Brittany has officially went goody-goody with Santana. Thank you so so much, readers, for choosing to read my fic and yeah, I hope you enjoy.

Thank you to ManuPRS. She's incredibly awesome at things. (:

xx