Chapter 18

Everything that's been happening tonight has got you thinking. Thinking about what exactly is going on. Like Santana loves you, and you love her. But what does that even mean? You're kissing in the club in front of your friends and she doesn't want other people to flirt with you. And you still hate Sam for dragging her away from you in the club before and then touching her thigh, like he can do whatever he wants with her. But he can't do that now, because she's yours.

Or is she? You haven't talked about labels. You don't know if it even matters because she's already told you she's in love with you. And that is like, more than enough for you. But you just kind of want to know. You want to ask her what it all means.

So when you're sitting in the backseat of the taxi cab, your entire left side pressed against Santana's body, you whisper your question to her. "Are we dating, or what?"

You think Rachel heard it, because she asks Quinn if you and Santana aren't already dating. Quinn doesn't answer, since she's passed out. But that doesn't stop Rachel from nudging her, trying to get Quinn to talk to her.

Santana's blushing furiously. Because Mercedes is sniggering into her hand in the front seat.

"Uh," Santana licks her lips and looks around the car, not really meeting your eyes.

"I mean, you don't have to answer. I'm just, I wanted to know. Since we went on that date…" you trail off and you lower your voice to a whisper. "And we've been making out a lot, which is so so hot, but like what are we?" you take a deep breath and you watch as Santana's lips twitch a little. "We don't have to label anything, if you're not comfortable with that. We can be anything, really. I'll be anything with you."

You stop speaking because Santana's face is beet red, and for a second you think that maybe you should have waited with this conversation until you were alone.

But you're kind of impatient sometimes.

"Uh." Santana finally meets your eyes but they're darting from your eyes, to your lips, and back. You see how she swallows before she opens her mouth to answer your rant. "What do you want to be?"

"Girlfriends," you state, without thinking. And you widen your eyes for a moment because you didn't plan on being that frank.

Apparently, Mercedes is just the laughing drunk kind of person, or she finds this extremely funny, because she can't hold in her laughter anymore. She's full out having a laughing explosion in the front seat.

Santana clears her throat and you lean just a little bit closer, just so that you won't miss something she'll say. "I want girlfriends too," she says and you instantly furrow your eyebrows.

"You want girlfriends?" you ask because now you're confused, and a little hurt. "Oh," you breathe and Santana furrows her eyebrows too, like she doesn't know why you're upset. "How many? Like, I thought that you'd only want me… But oka – "

"NO Britt!" she says loudly. "Not like that, cheesus."

You watch as she closes her eyes and shakes her head back and forth.

"I want us, two people, to be girlfriends." She's waving her hand between your bodies, as if to clarify which two people she means. You breathe out a sigh of relief.

Thank god.

"Okay, good." You say and she looks at you still, like she's not entirely over the mix up with the girlfriends.

"Just to clarify," she states with a serious tone. You swallow thickly and then nod your head to let her continue. "I don't want more girlfriends, I just want you. Only you." She's telling you this like she's worried you'll bring home more girlfriends and you chuckle at her.

"I get it, babe."

Her face freezes for a second before it contorts into the biggest grin you've ever seen on her face.

"I like that," she says and you smile back at her, humming your agreement as you kiss her cheek.

"You're my girlfriend now," you say and she nods her head.

"Yep, sure am."

"Does that mean I can write you love letters whenever I want?"

She chuckles, "Of course."

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much and you think you should start writing that letter as soon as you get home. Your head is already full of ideas. And when she leans forward and softly presses her lips against yours, you get some more ideas.

"I'm so in love with you, San."

"I'm very in love with you too."

And when Santana insists on paying, and then pays the taxi cab driver in only pennies, you think you'll fall deeper every single day you spend with her.

XxXx

You're waking up to a feeling you will never forget. Your face is squished between caramel flesh boobs. They're invading all of your senses.

You slowly pucker your lips out, feeling her skin against you. You keep your eyes closed, you're not sure if she's awake or not, but you don't want her to think that you're actually doing this while being awake.

Santana followed you home yesterday, after exiting the cab outside of your apartment building. She was very touchy feely with you in the elevator up, and she kept grabbing your ass when you started walking towards your door. You had the feeling she wanted to come home with you so you bit your lip and fluttered your eye lashes. When she stopped looking at your boobs and met your gaze, you said, "You should probably check my bra to make sure nobody has put any numbers in there…"

And then her lips were on your neck and you fumbled with the key to open the door.

You made love to your girlfriend last night, for the first time. It was gentle and sweet and you don't think you'll ever get tired of her touch, her scent or her skin.

And now you're waking up beside her, with white sheets half covering your naked bodies.

Without hesitation, you poke your tongue out and taste her skin, right in the valley between her breasts.

You hear a giggle before you can register those brown eyes on you.

You quickly move your head and it feels like you got a whiplash but you're too embarrassed to care. Her eyes show you that she's been awake for a while. Probably a long while.

She gazes down at you with a smile that makes her dimples show.

"I woke up with you in between my boobs so I thought I'd just let you sleep." Her voice is raspy and it makes you want to shuffle closer to her body.

"That's sweet of you," you mumble under your breath. You rub your forehead in embarrassment. "Um, how long have you been awake?"

"A while... Woke up to some weird noises and it took me a while before realizing that it was actually you talking in your sleep."

You widen your eyes and you stare at her.

Oh god.

Both of your heads are still resting at the same pillow and you have to dart your eyes across her whole face to see if she's being serious or not.

Her face is blank, like she's never been more serious in her life. It scares you a bit because your mom has been telling you a whole lot of stories of you sleep talking. And you're one of those people who actually speak pretty clearly in your sleep.

"Oh?" you ask and you try not to seem desperate for her to tell you what you were saying. You guess it didn't work because she's smirking like she knows exactly what you're thinking. And also like she knows exactly what you were saying in your sleep.

And by the increasing smirk on her face, you have a feeling you said something that you don't really want to know about.

"Yeah…" she drawls, like she's building up the suspense before the big reveal. "You were moaning a whole lot at first..." Your jaw drops as she tries to mimic what you sounded like. "… And then you starting saying stuff like, yes baby, right there and that feels so good…"

Your jaw drops even lower and the only thing you can do is stare at her face. She's going all in trying to imitate you and you're stuck between being extremely turned on and awfully embarrassed.

When she's done with her impersonation of your sex dream, she opens her eyes and stares at you.

After three seconds her face contorts and she lets out the loudest laugh you've ever heard.

"Baby, I was kidding." She snorts out a laugh and when her words sink in, you hit her in the arm. "You were only saying stuff like, are you sure Lord Tubbington is getting enough food, he looks a bit skinny…"

You breathe a sigh of relief.

"God, you should have seen your face. That was priceless." She's still laughing and you're still pretty much in shock.

"San, that was mean." You pout your lower lip and she stops laughing.

"Stop pouting babe."

Santana watch your lips for a few seconds before she takes your lower lip into her mouth and sucks on it. You widen your eyes but quickly lean in to her touch. When she pulls away you pucker your lips while still keeping your eyes closed.

She only giggles but doesn't kiss you back. You slowly open your eyes to see her looking at you amused.

"What?" you ask as you furrow your eyebrows. Why won't she kiss you?

"You may want to look at the time…" she says and you quickly turn your head to look at your alarm clock.

"Shit, shit, shit."

You're out of bed faster than someone can say 'rainbow cookie' and you roam around in your closet while Santana is still in bed watching you get dressed. You would totally put on a little show for her if you weren't in such hurry.

You don't want to be late for work, even though Will probably won't notice; you don't want to risk it. You can't afford losing your job.

Before you rush out of your room, you sprint over to your bed and give Santana a quick peck on her lips, telling her to have a good day, and then you're putting your shoes on while running into the kitchen.

Quinn is sitting on the counter reading the paper with a cup of coffee in her hand. You quickly snatch the cup out of her hand and take a sip.

"Bitch, that's my coffee!"

You don't have time to answer; you just give her cheek a quick kiss before you leave your apartment and sprint down the street.

XxXx

You're on the phone with your mom when your girlfriend (oh how you love the sound of that) walks up behind you and encircles your waist with her arms. She rests her chin on your shoulder and you notice how much of a couple-thing this is to do. She's hugging you from behind. And when she twists her head down and kisses your collarbone, your stomach flutter.

You suddenly realize what a relationship with Santana means.

It means that whenever you feel like it, you can kiss her cheek, and no one will ever question you. It means that she can sleep in your bed, and you can sleep in hers, and you can cuddle the entire night. It means that you can make Santana breakfast in bed because that's what girlfriends do. It means that you can walk around with her hand in yours, showing the world who she really belongs to.

"Britty, are you still there?"

"Yeah, sorry."

You forgot you were talking to your mom. For a minute there you forgot that you actually have to talk to the other person to keep the conversation going. Especially on the phone… since they can't see your face. But you guess that's what Santana does to you. She makes you forget important stuff. Like talking. But you're okay with that.

Because when Santana kisses your neck, your entire body tingles and you think that you'll never get used to her touch, ever.

"We're visiting this weekend, so clean your apartment." Your mom is sometimes a little demanding. But you guess that's what makes her so charming. "And buy food."

She hangs up before you can respond. It's not like you have a choice. If your mom tells you to do something, you'll do it. You can't take those disappointing eyes on you when she figures out you haven't listened to her.

"You okay?"

She retreats her arms and you instantly miss the warmth.

"My parents are visiting this weekend," you tell her as you walk over to the counter to pick up an m&m and pop it in your mouth.

"Oh," she breathes. You look her way and you see that she looks a bit unsure.

"What?" you ask softly.

"Nothing… Just hate to think about being away from you for a whole weekend." Your heart swells at her words. Your chest flutters and you smile crookedly.

"Who says you're not going to hang with me anyway?"

"That's rude. To just ignore your parents…"

"No, like, you can be with me, and they can be with me," you lick your lips. "At the same time?" you're a bit hesitant to ask her to meet your parents because you only just yesterday started dating, for real. But it feels right, and when you've met the one you want to spend the rest of your life with, shouldn't you show her off to your parents?

Santana widens her eyes, like that's a terrifying idea.

"Britt, no," she says and you pout your lips. "Do not pout!" you jut your lower lip out even more. "I'm not good with parents. They'll think I'm weird and creepy and then they'll ban me from seeing you." She looks extremely uncomfortable so you take a few steps closer to touch her hand, gracing your thumb across her skin.

"Honey," you say, just because you can, and just because your heart flutters every time she calls you something like that. "They'll love you, I swear. And if they don't, I'll kick them out."

She snorts out a laugh and looks down to her feet shuffling on the floor.

"If you insist."

"I do," you smile at her as she tucks a strand of dark hair behind her ear.

"I guess I can come by for a minute, introduce myself maybe…"

You bite your bottom lip. She's the cutest thing ever.

"Babe, you can stay longer than that. They actually suggested we go to dinner together." She widens her eyes.

"You told them about me?" she asks and you furrow your eyebrows.

"Well, yeah. You're my girlfriend right?"

She smiles and nods her head, "Yeah."

"Then come to dinner with us. They'll stay at a hotel since Quinn's staying on the couch. But they'll be here the whole weekend. But if you don't feel comfortable at dinner, you don't have to hang out with them anymore than that."

Santana doesn't look too convinced, but you're going to work on that. You're pretty sure your parents are going to love her.

"They'll love you," you say again and she snorts.

"Not so sure about that," she singsongs but you wave her off with your hand.

"They'll love you. I swear."

XxXx

Santana has been texting you the entire afternoon asking whether your parents would want her to wear a summer dress or just plain jeans, if your parents mind her having earrings or if they're against piercings and what restaurant you're going to so she, in preparation, can decide in advance what she'll get.

You're finding it extremely cute.

But all these questions are unimportant. As long as she just brings herself to the restaurant and is her charming self, they won't care about her clothes or her earrings.

God, your mom even has a nose piercing. They're not against stuff like that, at all.

You text Santana to calm down, and dress casually. You also tell her to come over so that you can leave together. You're supposed to meet your parents at the restaurant. They're driving here so they'll come directly to dinner.

When Santana comes over to your apartment only two minutes later, you distract her with kisses until she stops asking what she should do if they'll hate her.

It works.

You walk her to your couch and you push her down and straddle her waist. You sneak your hands underneath her shirt and roll your hips against hers. She's arching her back into your body while you place wet kisses down her jaw and her neck. Her breathing gets heavier with every roll of your hips and you unzip her pants as she drags her fingernails down your spine.

You kiss her mouth and she parts her lips. She flicks her tongue against yours and your throat makes a strangled sound as your tongues dance together.

You trail your hand lower and bend your fingers so you can push past her waistband. You feel how wet she is as your fingers make contact with her heat. Santana arches her back, whispering, "Britt," into your ear as you enter her with two fingers.

As you start to create a rhythm, you're both breathing too heavy to be kissing. Instead you rest your forehead on her shoulder, and you twist your head so that you can breathe in the scent of her neck.

"Uh –" Santana bends her knee and her thighs flex a little against your side before she wraps her legs around your waist. You rock your hips faster against her and your fingers twists and when you slowly spread your two fingers inside of her, her head flies back against the armrest and her front pushes up against you. She's whispering, "Oh god, Britt," into your ear and with one final push she comes crashing down, gripping your back tighter, and with a ragging breath, her hips start to slow down. She whimpers when you softly kiss her cheek and pull out your hand from her pants.

"Cheesus," she pants and you bite your lip as you watch her flushed face and her chest that moves with her breathing.

You bend down and you kiss her lips softly before running your hands through her hair. It's a bit tousled and it looks totally hot. You place soft kisses all over her face and collarbones until her breathing gets a little slower.

"We should probably go now, wouldn't want to be late…." You whisper against her neck and she chuckles.

"Not sure I can walk right now…"

XxXx

You manage to get dressed and get out of the apartment in time and now you're sitting on one side of the booth in a secluded area of the restaurant and Santana is sitting next to you. Your parents are late but you're not worried because they're always late. However, the girl beside you is fidgeting with her hands in her lap and you try to tell her with words how this is going to go so good. But she's not listening. She's been checking her make-up the reflection of the knife seven times since you came in here. You don't know how to make her stop being so nervous.

You place your hand on her knee and you squeeze a bit and she looks at you, but her gaze is still wild and all over the place but when you squeeze her knee again, her breathing gets a little slower.

"It's going to be fine, baby. They'll love you, I swear."

She doesn't believe you; you can see it in her eyes. She takes up the knife again and this time she checks her hair. You take the knife from her fingers and place it on the table.

"Stop."

You shuffle closer so that your only inches away from her face and she swiftly looks down to your lips. You smirk a little bit before you tilt your head and nudge her upper lip with your tongue. And then she parts her lips and sucks your bottom lip into her mouth. And then you feel her hand on your cheek and she pulls you closer. You skate your fingers over the skin on her thigh and then you dip them lower and you start to trace patterns on her inner thigh. Suddenly her breathing is a different kind, a panting kind. And you think you succeeded. Again.

You trace her mouth with your tongue and she twist her tongue around yours, making you shudder.

Suddenly there's a cough right beside you, on the other side of Santana. Someone is clearing their throat, and the hand that is on its way towards Santana's boobs is suddenly halted by Santana who's quickly standing up. She's flattening out her dress and she's still panting but her lips forms a big yet nervous smile as she also clears her throat.

"Oh god," you hear Santana mumble under her breath and you stand up too and twist your body to see who's disturbing you.

"Mom!"

You fling your arms around her shoulders and she giggles into your neck. "I've missed you so much, sweetheart!" she says into your ear and you tighten your arms. You missed her too, and it's not until you have your arms around her that you realize that.

When you pull away she kisses your cheek and you turn to look at your dad who's standing right behind her.

You hug him and he picks you up a bit.

"You must be Santana," you hear your mom say and you quickly turn around to go stand beside her. You wanted to be the one who introduces her. Like in movies, when they say 'I want you to meet my girlfriend, she's very special and I love her.'

You had planned to do all that while looking into her loving eyes, but apparently your mom has other plans as she introduces herself to your girlfriend.

Santana still looks like a nervous wreck but you grab her hand and she relaxes a bit.

"Yes. Mom and Dad," you say and you smile at your parents. "This is Santana, my girlfriend."

Santana smiles too, a bit strained, but still polite.

"Hi!" she chirps and her voice is raspy and you get reminded of how much you love her voice. Though her voice sounds like the way it always sounds after you have kissed for a long time but you hope your parents don't think about that.

Or, well, they saw you make out so maybe it doesn't really matter.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, honey. I've heard so much about you!" And then your mom is hugging Santana and by the quiet 'oh' that leaves Santana's lips, you think your mom surprised her a bit.

Your dad is next with hugging your girlfriend and when you all sit down at the booth; Santana looks a slight bit calmer.

XxXx

"– And then she's hanging off the bed, with the yellow helmet on her head and Lord Tobbington on the floor with the white dress on his body!"

Santana is laughing uncontrollably and you're leaning your face onto your hands, not the slight bit amused.

Your parents have been telling Santana all about your baby adventures for the past hour and a half. You thought this was a good idea, introducing your girlfriend to your parent.

But you were wrong.

"Brittany wasn't only adventurous in her early years; she had also a few interesting moments in her later teens. One night when we came home from work, Brittany was lying in the floor with her panties on her head –"

"NO! Dear god, please!" You're holding your hands up in the air in front of your dad's face, halting him from telling the rest of that story.

Your face is burning up and you can see from the corner of your eye how Santana is trying to hide her grin. She arches an eyebrow at you as you look at her and you just shake your head and shrug.

"Who wants desert?" you say instead and your mom and your girlfriend shares an amused smile.

You can't believe they're already buddies after only one dinner.

But you knew your parents were going to love her and she didn't have to worry about anything. Though, you're a bit cranky over the fact that they're bonding over your baby-stories.

Though, you're glad. Because when Santana takes your hand under the table and asks your parents what they do for a living, you feel like she's already part of this family.

And when you leave the restaurant and your mom whispers in your ear that you really caught a good one this time, your cheeks heat up and your chest fills with warmth. Your mom likes her, or even loves her, and you knew she would but it feels great to get it confirmed. When your dad hugs Santana goodbye, he tells her how lovely she is and that she really needs to come watch a Lakers game with him some time. You feel like doing a twirl on the sidewalk but instead you just rise up on your tiptoes and wait until your parents leave you alone.

You told them to go watch a movie or something, since they should have a bit of time for themselves while they stay in LA. Now they're walking down the street, hand in hand, and you smile at the sight. You partly told them to go away and spend time with each other, because you want them to have fun, but also because now you can have a bit of alone time with Santana and you really need that.

So when she turns around to look at you, with a big grin on her face, you don't waste any time before you crash your lips together and pull her body close to yours.

She giggles when you part and you love it when she's bashful.

"You have awesome parents," she says and you nudge her arm.

"I told you they'll love you."

Santana shuffles her shoe on the ground and a small smile is still playing at her lips. "I can see what you got your looks from…" she says coyly and you arch your eyebrows. "Your dad is really handsome and your mom is like super beautiful."

You snort, and then hit her arm playfully. "You already have a girlfriend, Santana," you remind her and she chuckles.

"Still, now I know why you're so gorgeous."

You suck your lips into your mouth to hide your smile, but your cheeks are so hot so you know she can see the effect of her compliment. "Thanks," you say. "You're sweet."

Santana shrugs and rolls her eyes with a smile, "I try."

You smile bashfully at her and suddenly you think of something. Something that would make a lot of sense. You mean she just met your parents; it's only fair if…

"Maybe I'll meet your parents some day," you say more like a question and Santana doesn't even look unsure or nervous. She just smiles and takes your hand in hers, interlacing your fingers.

"You will probably, some day."

XxXx