Well we're finally here, the seeming end of this crazy ride. I cannot thank everyone who's been with me on this journey (no matter where you came into it) for staying with me, I appreciate it more than I could ever say in words. Thank you infinitely! I seriously have the best readers EVER!

There's another important A/N at the bottom, but for now I'll let you get to the chapter!

Warning: Brittany and Santana definitely get 'reacquainted' with each other (hint: there are sexy times.)

Enjoy! And don't be shy about letting me know what you think!

Chapter 32: Girls and Cars, Fun for Everyone

"Can anybody explain to me what exactly is going on?"

Puck, surprisingly or not really that surprising at all, is the first to break the silence that has transpired since both the Pierce and the Lopez crews returned from the crazy ordeals they just experienced.

Newcomers Hector, Kurt, and Crawford also joined them as well as a battered but alive Holly and Will. Even though Hunter still remains unable to speak, or hardly move, he is set up in a portable cot like bed in the corner, propped up so that he can hear everything that's going on, with Lauren standing next to him ready to lend a hand.

Currently, the main group of crew members are sitting around the large conference table, a few of them looking more worse for wear than the rest of the lot, but most of them absolutely just looking completely lost about the whole ordeal. By the entrance to the conference room, Brittany stands with her left arm wrapped around Santana, who is closely leaned into her with her own arms wrapped firmly around Brittany's waist.

"Well we could do what they always seem to do and just recap from the top." Mike suggests, still a little dopey and strung out on his pain medications, but thankfully coherent enough and able to do more then simply gaze at people and break out in chuckles. Well, for the most part.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" Kurt inquires, his eyebrows rising to his hairline, obviously not even close to being familiar with the people he is currently surrounded by.

"I think what Mike is trying to say," Brittany speaks up from her position by the door and the rest of the group immediately goes silent as they turn their eyes towards the woman, "is that we should all start from the beginning of this little tale and recap by individually adding what we know to each piece of the puzzle."

Santana nods beside her girlfriend, "I think Britt has an excellent suggestion. We all tell parts of the story and we can fully put it all together with each other's help."

No one in the room seems to have any arguments, notations, or added input for their, for all intents and purposes, bosses' suggestion.

"Okay then, that's settled. Now where should we start off?" Quinn is the one to speak up this time as she glances around the room.

"I think that it's most logical for Holly, Will, and then Hector to start us out." Santana suggests again and Brittany gazes down at her with a smile before placing a soft kiss to her forehead. Happy to have the woman in her arms, and even more thankful for the opportunity to actually be here recapping the shit that they've all been through in the last few months.

"If you really want to start from the beginning, I should probably mention to everyone that isn't aware, I've been working as a DEA consultant for the last few years. Ever since I realized the kind of chaos that Jesse St. James causes, I've made it a mission of mine to try and keep him away from our family, from you Brittany," Holly starts to say and glances towards the younger blonde haired blue-eyed girl, the same one that has been much like a daughter to her for a very long time, "it was unfortunate that his powers extended further than I expected and that he was so quick in his efforts so execute his plan."

"Yeah about that, what exactly was his plan? I mean what the hell was going on with that?" Puck speaks up again, getting visibly agitated as he's both confined to sitting in one spot and there are so many of his questions still left unanswered.

"Let her get to that Puckerman." Santana commands and he slumps down into his seat in defeat.

The next few minutes are used for Holly and Will to conjointly explain their side of the situation, being the same thing that Brittany heard not too long ago in the warehouse.

They met when Brittany was younger and Will had traveled to Las Vegas on business. How originally he didn't tell Holly about the wife and son he had left back in Miami, Jesse and his mother, and how Will eventually joined the Henderson Police force and worked his way up through the ranks, trying to become a guy that Holly would respect.

After several years of Holly sticking around Vegas and looking after Brittany and Hunter, when Quinn's mother was not doing the job, Will had finally re-approached her as the Captain of the force. She'd agreed to give him another chance if he went back to Miami and reconciled with his son.

"That's when I discovered the kind of man that Jesse had turned into. He was deranged and unstable, and from what I saw he'd had a rough time growing up and it turned him into a spiteful, inconsiderate individual who lacked compassion except in regards to anything but his own vindictive ways. He never even allowed Will to reconcile with him, and when he found out who I was, he immediately decided that I was responsible for his lack of father, the downward spiral of his mother, and his own harsh upbringing."

"It was about that time that I had started looking into working for Jesse." Hector picks up where Holly leaves off, "I didn't do much for him at first, he was simply aware of me, of our crew, and the things that we did. But eventually he approached me."

Hector goes on to talk about how Jesse persuaded him to run things for his business, and Hector was okay with doing such things until the tasks began to get more and more dangerous and dipped into illegal drug territory that he didn't want to be involved in.

"I knew at that point, getting out would be that much more difficult. Luckily, I managed to get in contact with the local DEA agency," Hector explains.

"And at that point, I had been a consultant with them actually looking into Jesse's illegal activities," Holly adds.

Hector nods his agreement with her statement, "We started a correspondence and eventually Holly told me that the rest my crew would be safe if they went to Vegas and joined forces with her niece and nephews crew, the Pierce's Fati Manus. We planned things out and met regularly about it."

"I think you're who I saw then when you visited Holly here." Quinn cuts in, stepping closer to Hector, "Do you have a birthmark on your arm?"

As he's nodding, Hector also turns his head towards Santana, "Yeah we both do, near the same spot." He tells her and shows her the mark on his bicep.

Quinn turns apologetically to Santana, "I thought it was you at first, and you were the reason that Holly left." She explains before hanging her head, "I was upset and looking for someone to blame."

Santana nods her head in understand but shrugs, "It's over now, and we know the truth. So, it's okay."

There are a few moments of silence before Cooper speaks up.

"Alright, that explains a few things on that side of the story, but what the hell did Sebastian and everyone else have to do with it? Why did we get so screwed over by them?"

Kurt sits up straight, "I think I may have had something to do with that."

He explains to the crew how he had known Sebastian before and how there was bad blood between them and the weasel faced Warbler held a grudge even after the fact, despite Kurt dating Adam.

"Wait, who the hell is Adam?" Puck interrupts glancing around the room.

"Oi, I'm Adam," the tall blonde haired man that Brittany had only known as Crawford up until this point speaks up (finally) with a heavy British accent.

"Wow, dude you're British?"

"Is that why you weren't talking before?"

"Did you think it would bother us?"

The questions come simultaneously and Adam simply glances at everyone and blinks, not uttering a word.

"He's usually a pretty reserved individual." Kurt explains and everyone collectively 'Ahh's' before he continues on with his story and explanation.

Things get brought up about Hunter and Finn being involved from the start, both of them having been blackmailed in one form or another, Hunter's was a little less coerced simply because he had the desire to run his own crew and was blinded by that ambition. From his corner, Hunter hangs his head, but Brittany declares that that's over now.

When the point of discussion finally comes around to what exactly Kurt and Hector have been doing all this time, Hector speaks up again.

"Holly and Quinn came to talk to us about what was going on and how things between Jesse, and Sebastian, had progressed for the worse. We began to devise a plan. And we left clues for you all for the things that we could. Like when I left the tie for Puck to give to you Ant."

"And when I left the blazer for you two to see as well, hoping you'd draw the connection between the two and put things together." Kurt submits before Hector nods and continues his side of the story.

"Holly had told us that she knew an agent that had infiltrated Jesse's crew, and that the agent was aware of cross departmental cooperation between the DEA and the FBI, but she didn't now who the agents were." He explains.

"And they apparently turned out to be Jake and Sugar." Brittany pipes in.

"Speaking of which, what exactly happened in the warehouse, we knew the plan but we weren't there to see it be executed." Kurt then inquires, and Santana tenses at his words. It was hard enough for her living through the whole thinking Brittany was dead ordeal. She doesn't want to re imagine it again.

She feels Brittany hold her closer as soft pink lips press to her temple, "It's okay San, I'm here." Brittany murmurs into her cheek where she then presses her lips against into the tan skin that rests there. Santana nods and squeezes Brittany tighter.

Brittany starts to retell everything about the warehouse, from Sugar disclosing her true identity to how no one had any idea that she and Jake were undercover FBI agent partners who had planned it all out.

"So when I was holding the key fob, it was actually Sugar who shot me. Not to kill or anything, she just needed to stop me from blowing up the warehouse. Even though apparently it wasn't even real, the fob that is, but she didn't know that," Brittany tells them, frowning slightly when she considers the dull ache that rests in her bicep from where the bullet grazed her skin.

"After Agent Pierez shot Brittany, Agent Archer neutralized Sebastian and that's when we explained everything to Brittany." Adam chimes in next.

Brittany nods, "After they told me what was going on, and that Kurt and Hector already had a plan worked out to rescue Santana," she takes a moment to look into those brown eyes below her, "then all we had to do was make it look like Jake had blown up the warehouse and captured Hector. He took my outer shirt and used it to stop the bleeding on my arm, and sent a picture of the shirt to Jesse as 'evidence' that I was dead."

"Wait, wait, wait…so you're telling me that Jake, the secret F.B.I. agent, actually blew up the factory? Even though the whole thing was essentially just part of the rouse?"

Hector and Kurt both nod in concurrence.

Some things begin to click in Santana's mind after Puck poses the question.

"That's why Finn's car was crashed when we were coming back to Jesse's. That was you Hec, Kurt, and Adam with Agent Jake?" she asks glancing their way. They both nod.

"We had to do it that way to get Finn out of trouble, otherwise Jesse would have killed him on sight if Jake had returned with him. By taking you and him ourselves, we ensured his safety, kept Jake undercover, and managed to infiltrate Jesse's side of things while Adam and Jake went to the warehouse." Hector explains.

Suddenly, motion is seen from Quinn's side of the room as the hazel-eyed blonde speaks up, "But, where is Finn now. And better yet, where the hell is Rachel?"

"Finn and Rachel already took off. They're returning to Miami to patch things up and take a breather." Kurt responds to her directly and no one else questions it.

"Do you guys really think thut Jesse and Sebastian did all of this just because of a couple of grudges that they were holding unto?" For the first time in the whole duration of the conversation, Rory speaks up. Everyone immediately murmurs an agreement.

Everyone, that is, except for Brittany and Santana.

"Actually," Santana starts to say but everyone is still talking over each other. Brittany gives a whistle and finally they all turn to listen, "I think that's a perfectly viable thing. We all expect them to have had some really dark depressing reason for their twisted plan, but maybe that's the irony of it all, maybe they were just a couple of whinny little bitches that had nothing better to do with their time."

Brittany nods in agreement to her girlfriend's statement, "It makes a lot of sense, what other reason could there really be?"

As everyone continues voicing their new agreement, Santana tilts up to whisper in Brittany's ear, "I'm going to grab us some beers." To which Brittany beams at and immediately draws her close and pulls her lips into an eager but gentle kiss.

When their lips part, blue eyes are sparkling down at Santana, "I love you so fucking much." Brittany breathes against those exquisite full lips, which instantly crack into a smile. Santana pecks her once more, whispering her love in return, before turning around to head towards the kitchen. Brittany getting a nice ass squeeze in before she goes.

She's still thinking about Santana and how freaking sexy that woman is a few seconds later when she tunes back into the conversation, long after Santana has disappeared down the hall.

"Well I suppose it's a good thing that Jesse and Sebastian and everyone else involved managed to get caught." Brittany hears Quinn say from her side of the room and she's about to interject when a strong arm suddenly wraps around her neck and squeezes roughly and a gruff voice trickles into her left ear while a warm stale breath brushes across her cheek and makes her cringe.

"Except that they didn't get everyone, and now I'm here to make your life a living hell like you tried to make mine." The voice says and Brittany has just enough leverage to turn her head to the left as she sees a gun being pointed over her shoulder at the other members of the conference room, or more directly, at Hector.

"Who the hell are you?"

There's a gurgled laugh from behind Brittany before that same stale breath filters by her ear and cheek, "My name is Dustin Goolsby, and you are all going to be sorry that you ever forgot about me." He practically spits out, but no one reacts.

Hector blinks, "Not to be a buzzkill or anything, but we have no fucking idea who you are."

"Yeah man, we've never seen you before. How could we ever possibly know anything about you, or even have the capability of forgetting you?" Puck adds, standing up next to Hector as they both fold their arms across their chest.

"Quiet!" the man, Goolsby or something, shouts from his position of essentially holding Brittany hostage, she'd move and all if the gun wasn't now turned towards her temple, "If you don't remember me from before, you'll remember me know when I shoot your pretty little-"

Something causes the man's sentence to trail off and Brittany catches the faint scent of Santana from somewhere behind her. She doesn't see the way that Santana taps of Goolsby's shoulder to get his attention, but she does feel the way his grip loosens on her and she's able to surge forward out of it. When she spins around, she witnesses her girlfriend, wearing her trademark "I'm pissed as hell" look, glaring at the man.

Just as he starts to raise the gun at Santana, the smaller woman connects her fist to his face with a nasty left hook, which makes everyone in the room wince just because it looks as if it hurt like a son of bitch.

Goolsby rears back for a second before turning back to Santana with even more fury in his eyes and defiance in his stance. Brittany reaches for one of the unused folding conference chairs and spins back around with the intention of knocking the asshole over the head when she sees Santana throw a quick jab followed by a solid uppercut to the man's face, causing her to cry out briefly as her knuckles split slightly from the force of the blow and him to grunt in pain.

He staggers a little and briefly looks as though he's going to recover, but before he's able to move, Brittany swings the chair and crashes it into his shoulder, dropping him to the ground and taking him out for the count.

"I am so sick of assholes coming in here and trying to ruin our lives! Fuck!" Santana exclaims as she kicks the gun free from Goolsby's hand and then looks up to find everyone in the room staring at her with their eyes wide and their jaws dropped. "What?"

Brittany doesn't waist a second dropping the chair and lunging towards Santana, capturing her cheeks between her palms and pulling their lips together fiercely. At that point everyone either chuckles a little or groans and turns away, or does both, leaving Brittany and Santana to their own little world for a few seconds.

When Brittany pulls back from the kiss, her heart is racing and her eyes are shining vibrantly clear blue, she smiles at Santana who is gazing back at her in equal elation, "That was so incredibly fucking hot." Brittany murmurs before connecting their lips again briefly. "I want to take you to bed like right now." She then whispers after the second kiss.

Santana's heart surges at those words, her mouth going dry as she manages to squeak out a, "Yeah?" and Brittany nods furiously in reply.

Somewhere behind them, David and Lauren are picking up the body of Goolsby with the plan to deliver him to his own police force as Hector continues his conversation from earlier and all eyes are on him.

"So I ran into Peyton," he says as he glances at the curly haired blonde sitting next to him and they exchange smiles, "and we ended up having a lot to discuss and a lot to learn from each other. That's how she got involved in this whole ordeal."

He continues talking a little bit more about the whole thing, how she explained to what extent the crews worked together, how they figured out that the Evans crew was always planning on betraying Hunter and the rest of the Pierce crew from the start so Hector and Kurt ended up screwing their plans up before they could. He gets into the topic about how he hopes Brittany is okay with that but seeing as how she's dating his sister, he supposes she better be.

"By the way Brittany, you still have to go through me to get approval to date my sister. And don't you even think about arguing about that Ant," Hector says as he looks up towards where the couple was standing only a few minutes ago to find them distinctly not there. He looks around at everyone else, "Where the hell did my sister and Brittany go?"

Puck and Quinn both let out almost identical small chuckles, the mohawked man elaborating on what he finds so funny as his boss glances towards him, "Sorry boss it's just, they're probably already falling into a bed somewhere."

Hector's eyebrow rises, "Right now?" and Puck nods. "Does this happen a lot?" Hector then inquires.

"Like you wouldn't believe." Quinn informs him and everyone chuckles a little.

Kurt simply rolls his eyes at the whole ordeal and Cooper laughs as he adds, "You might as well continue your story without them boss, they're going to be a while."

Shaking his head, even though a smile is forming across his lips, Hector sighs but continues, "Well, as I was saying…"

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Santana's back crashes into the front door of Brittany's condo and she expels a sharp breath of air into her girlfriend's mouth upon contact. She'd probably be pissed and seriously questioning things at the moment if Brittany wasn't the one who was pressing her into the door, molding their bodies together and making Santana absolutely dizzy as soft pink lips slide across her own and a wandering tongue strokes the roof of her mouth.

Their lips part for a second and Santana gasps, "Fuck, Britt." But those lips are already attached to the smooth tan skin of Santana's neck, sucking with vigor and tasting every bit of sweetness that Santana has to offer.

They manage to make it inside the condo and Brittany kicks the door closed behind them, her left hand managing to hold the majority of Santana's lightness by resting it on her girlfriend's firm ass, her right arm assisting in the support even though she has less strength in it. Brittany holds Santana close to her, the smaller woman's legs wrapped tightly around her waist. Her lips are still actively attached to the column of Santana's neck and tan fingers are tangled in blonde hair.

Brittany reaches her bed, or their bed, as she'd like to refer to it, and drops Santana onto its surface, watching as she bounces slightly and her brown eyes widen.

"Oh my God." Santana breathes out and Brittany takes a step back from her as she smirks, reaching for the hem of her tank top and tugging it up and off her torso in one fluid motion before unsnapping the button on her jeans and wrenching them down her legs, all with one hand. Santana is quick to toe off her shoes and Brittany does the same.

When Brittany steps back to Santana and captures her lips in a kiss, she murmurs against them just briefly as they break apart, the loops of Santana's own jeans hooked in her fingers, "Not God, but you will be screaming out my name, a lot." With that Brittany slips the jeans down and off Santana's legs, only snagging them briefly on tan ankles.

Once the jeans are completely off, Brittany tugs Santana's ass to the edge of the bed and steps even further between her legs until their centers, still clothed, brush against each other. Suddenly things slow down between them, as their movements fall into sync. Even though their hearts are racing and the ache between their legs is growing as every second passes, neither one of them wants to race through this just to get to the finish line.

This is a joy ride, and they plan on taking their time.

That and Brittany is also set on taking care of her girl's hand right now.

As gently as possible she takes Santana's left hand in both of her own, bringing the slightly swollen first two knuckles up to her eye level.

"How bad does it hurt?"

Santana shrugs, "A little less than after I punched him but not as much as I expected it would."

Brittany chuckles and tilts in to kiss Santana's lips, "That's because my baby is a badass." She says and Santana blushes at the compliment but grins back just as wide. After a few seconds, Brittany gets serious again, placing another light kiss to Santana's knuckles and cupping her cheek. "I'm going to go get the first aid kit."

When she comes back only a few short minutes later they both kind of giggle at each other at the fact that they are in their undergarments and acting like it's just another normal day for them. Really it's so much more.

Taking deliberate and precise care of every action she makes with Santana's hand, Brittany first cleans the little scrape wounds across the knuckles before applying a nice butterfly bandage to the area. She presses light kisses all across the knuckles and down Santana's wrist, flipping her hand over to trail her lips back up and over her palm, kissing each tip of her finger until she gently wraps a medical bandage around Santana's hand.

"Looks like we might have to improvise with sexy times." Brittany jokes with a wink as she sets Santana's hand back on her bare thigh and then steps back between her legs.

Santana smiles back just as flirtingly, "I think somehow we'll manage to figure it out."

Brittany is nodding even as she leans in and cups a flushed cheek with her right hand, their lips gliding together like the smooth joining pieces of the last of a puzzle. Their lips part on a shared gasp, the electricity flowing through both of their veins, the ignition of the kiss energizing and delightful.

A hand falls to a chest, brown eyes look from a hand up into blue, warmth spreads through Santana's body at the way Brittany can make her feel so much with just the littlest of actions. Brittany can feel the way Santana's thumping heart speeds up under the palm of her hand, her own skipping a beat as Santana's left hand comes up and gently wraps around her wrist.

Brittany leans down and pushes her lips against Santana's, her right hand staying above that beating heart, her left anchoring itself to Santana's hip. Santana's hands both reach out to smooth down the length of Brittany's forearms until she reaches powerful shoulders, curving over the tops before sliding under, ghosting across the sensitive skin of her armpits and then curving around to grip at her back and tug Brittany even closer.

Santana's teeth tug lightly at Brittany's bottom lip, nipping at it before releasing it with a pop and running the tip of her tongue over the surface to ease the subtle sting. Brittany moans, drawing in a sharp breath before pecking Santana's lips again and leaning her forehead against that of her girlfriend's. She opens her eyes slowly and is met with expressive and adoring brown.

"You're sexy, and fearless, and so damn amazing. I love you so much Santana." Brittany murmurs, her voice the softest whisper of a breath, but the words ring loud and clear in Santana's ears. Plump, soft lips tilt up and push against Brittany's, a hand sliding up to grip at the base of a skull where silky light blonde hair rests.

"I'm not fearless," Santana gasps out as they break from the kiss, "I'm terrified of losing you."

"Don't be, beautiful, I'm not going anywhere." Brittany promises, her nose brushing against Santana's in a feather light Eskimo kiss.

With a smile, Santana accepts Brittany's words and tilts back in to kiss her once more, even more tender than the times before. Brittany's hands slide and trace over every inch of Santana's torso until she reaches the straps of a grey bra and slides them down tan shoulders. She finds the clasp at the center of Santana's back and snaps it open, the garment falls free from Santana's chest and Brittany adamantly appreciates the set of generous tan breasts and dark nipples exposed to and for her eyes and her eyes only.

She feels Santana quickly tug off the bra that's adorning Brittany's own chest. Brown eyes level to admire lively milky white breasts, and flawless taut pink nipples. Santana's hands slide back around to Brittany's chest, the tips of her fingers applying barely there swirling caresses against the swells of the beautiful mounds, before her eyes trail from the beating of Brittany's heart visible at her chest, past the pulse of her throat, to the lust in her eyes.

Santana leans forward enough to press her lips just to the underside of Brittany's jaw, leaving a wet sensual kiss against the skin.

"You're breathtaking, so clever and you have the most genuine heart I've ever known. Brittany, I could never love anyone as much as I love you, and I don't ever want to." She murmurs against Brittany's skin before she's suddenly and unexpectedly lifted from her spot on the edge of the bed.

In one sinuous movement, Santana is rising from the bed and being shifted backwards to lie down on it, Brittany quickly but gracefully following on top of her and instantly capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

With a crooked smile and a glint in her eye as she pulls back, Brittany gazes down at Santana before she says, "We sound extra gag worthy coupley right now, but I'm going to let that slide as long as you promise me that you meant every single word."

"I meant every single word." Santana echoes.

"Me too."

It doesn't take long for Brittany to adjust her weight above Santana and then sink down on top of her, sliding to fit perfectly between the cradle of her thighs. They both moan at the friction caused by their bare chests brushing together, but lips and tongues swallow those moans as they reacquaint themselves with each other's taste again.

Brittany's hips roll and grind into Santana's, her throbbing core aching for release, her abdomen coiling in a tight ball as heat and arousal spreads through the rest of her body. Santana's hands are on her back, mapping out the notches in her spine and sliding across the lines that define her flexing muscles as her own hips rise up off the bed to meet Brittany's.

They both groan at the bliss overcoming them.

Santana shifts her right hand around from Brittany's back and takes a perky breast in her palm, her thumb stroking over the already stiff pink bud, forcing a moan to be gasped into her mouth from Brittany's. Their lips part and Brittany's forehead falls to the crook of Santana's neck as her back arches, rolling her hips down again and pushing her chest further into Santana's touch.

"Jesus Santana." She gasps as her girlfriend's capable fingers tweak her nipple between them.

She grinds harder, the material of her boy shorts already becoming sodden and clinging to her as desperately as she wants them off. Her teeth bite into the skin of Santana's neck, causing a broken moan to bubble from the smaller woman's throat as her hand squeezes harder at the flesh that it holds on to.

"Brittany…fuck…you need to touch me right now."

Brittany groans at the way that Santana's raspy husk is so incredibly sexy, even if she is being very demanding. She wants to touch Santana more than anything, but at the same time she doesn't know how far she'll get with the way she wants and needs to be touched right now as well.

Suddenly, that thought sparks an idea.

Grinning form ear to ear, Brittany sits up between Santana's legs, the woman below her snapping her eyes open to gaze up at her in wonder. She just smiles even more before she leans down and places a very deliberate kiss just below Santana's navel as her fingers hook in the material of her girlfriend's panties. Seconds later she is sliding them down mesmerizingly succulent tan legs. She throws them off into the beyond a moment before sliding out of her own.

Her hand runs up and down Santana's right thigh as she continues to smile down at the woman, "I have a better idea." She whispers before she grips at the leg under her hand and lifts it up to drape it over shoulder before adjusting her own right leg over Santana's left thigh. Their centers align perfectly.

Santana eyes lock with her own, darkening with lust at the very thought of what will happen next. Brittany rolls forward and down with her hips, not even halfway able to contain the moan that flies from her lips as her clit strokes against Santana's, her heart thudding erratically in her chest at the way that Santana's moan positively fills her entire condo.

"Oh go-d! Fuck me…Britt…ugh!"

Brittany smiles as she grinds down again, Santana's hips lifting off the bed once more to meet the pressure, "Still not God baby…hmm fuck…but I like the sound of my name on your lips."

Tan eyelids snap shut over brown eyes as Santana moans out into the room again, tossing her head back and pushing it further into the pillow.

"You feel so amazing Britt…don't stop." She begs, breathless.

A pale hand shifts to a tan stomach, the muscles contracting and releasing at every downward thrusting motion. Brittany's breathing has turned heavy but she waits to say anything until Santana opens her eyes again, her mouth dropping open in a silent cry of ecstasy as their centers slide against each other without fault.

"I'm not going to s-stop San, not until you're so satisfied that you p-pass out." Brittany grunts as she grinds and thrusts again, pulling Santana's leg that's draped over her shoulder closer and harder to her to allow for even more relentless grinding. Her hips pick up the pace as her hand on Santana's stomach keeps her balance steady.

Santana's right hand is grasping at her own breast, squeezing it and tweaking her at stiff nipples. Her other hand is hooked under the bend of Brittany's knee, pressed in close to her side, tugging on it and holding on for dear life as her girlfriend continues to stroke their clits against each other.

Her climax builds, quickly, until her stomach is tightening and her legs are shaking. Brittany can feel the added wetness mixing with her own arousal between their bodies, her own release also rapidly approaching.

Slow enough to allow her to adjust, Brittany leans forward, pushing Santana's leg down with her, until she can press her lips to plump swollen ones as her hips continue to gyrate. Santana's right hand reaches out quickly and grips Brittany by the back of her head, keeping their lips pressed together as she starts to plunge into her release.

The pleasure is too much to hold in, Santana breaks the kiss to scream out Brittany's name, her voice turning hoarse and cracking at the last syllable from the intensity of it all. Brittany's body shakes in pleasure at feeling Santana come undone, literally, underneath her and she follows her girlfriend into release land shortly after.

"S-Santana fuck!"

Their hips stop rolling together not too long afterwards, the sensitivity present to both or their centers extremely apparent. Brittany pulls back enough so that they aren't touching, but they're still close. She lowers Santana's leg back to the mattress but quickly finds it lifting up and wrapping around her waist. Santana uses Brittany's bent leg to adjust herself slightly and lift her torso up, their legs still sort of tangled but their centers not touching.

Santana wraps her good hand around the nape of Brittany's neck and even though they're both takes breaths in uneven ragged pants she pulls their lips together and kisses her soundly.

When they break apart they both gasp, but Santana speaks first, "Holy fuck…Brittany. Where did that even come from?"

Brittany chuckles and smiles lazy, "I wanted to have you, I couldn't wait any longer and I thought it would work out best for both of us."

"Good damn choice."

"I absolutely agree. And thanks."

Santana pulls their lips together again, "No, thank you." She mumbles against the swollen ones of Brittany as she tilts down again to connect them once more, her arms wrapping around Santana's back and pulling her closer again. They kiss for several long minutes, and quickly begin to get worked up once more.

The muscles in Brittany's stomach jump a little when they feel the tips of Santana's fingers sliding lightly against them a few minutes into their heavy lip lock. She groans when they reach the junction of her thighs and delicately tickle through her warm wetness that is quickly building up again at the spot between her legs. She returns the favor of biting Santana's bottom lip between her teeth, gasping when the action causes Santana's fingers to jerk harder against her center.

"You might have to help me along with this, my right hand is not as sure as my left." Santana murmurs against the column of Brittany's neck, where her lips attached themselves after Brittany released them from her own. Brittany nods fervently to Santana's request.

"Ungh shit…" she gasps again when those fingers sliding through her wetness brush over her clit once before returning to it to rub slow lazy like circles around it. Brittany's forehead falls to Santana's shoulder, her hands squeezing at the tan arms that are one, between her legs and two wrapped around and palming her backside. She lifts her hips a little and rocks with the motion of Santana's hand, assisting her a little as she can feel the way Santana's not as confident with her non-dominant hand.

Not as confident, but still incredibly gifted.

When Santana's fingers really start slipping around because of Brittany's growing arousal, Brittany reaches down between their bodies and grasps Santana's fingers, situating them two pointing out before she guides them to her entrance and nods her head while biting her lip.

"Inside…fuck…I need you-Oh!" Santana doesn't let Brittany finish her sentence before her fingers are sliding inside of her tight sex, Brittany's walls immediately squeezing around the digits as her one hand grips harder onto Santana's arm and her other hand reaches out to grip at a tan hip, pulling them closer still as she rolls her hips downward, pushing Santana deeper.

Brittany starts up a rhythm, grinding and rolling down onto Santana's fingers, riding them as they both hold onto each other to keep each other essentially sitting up, while still maintaining the highest level of comfort and intimacy. Santana's lips continue to kiss and suck at the skin of Brittany's neck, her fingers curling inside of her girl at every downward grind from Brittany's hips.

Everything inside of Brittany begins to crumble and breakdown as she proceeds to work Santana's fingers in and out of her, every bit of her senses alive and every single ounce of her blood feeling as though it's rushing to the spot between her legs as she climbs higher and higher towards her peak. Santana's hand starts squeezing firmer on Brittany's ass, pulling her harder into her thrusts as she feels Brittany's walls clench tighter and tighter around her fingers.

"Ugh S-san…I'm gonna - oh yes!"

Santana feels more and more wetness seep out of Brittany's soft warmth and run down her hand. She licks up the side of Brittany's neck until her lips are pressed to her girlfriend's ear, her fingers still driving inside of her.

"God, Britt you feel amazing…come for me baby." She husks and proceeds to lick her ear. "Come on my fingers."

She strokes her thumb against a hard clit until finally Brittany is crying out in pleasure and her body is shaking in release. She comes hard against Santana's fingers as they reach and curl deep within her, Brittany's walls tightening and squeezing against them to the point that Santana can barely move them even as she continues to pump them in and out while Brittany works through each stage of her orgasm until her body is collapsing against Santana's.

Only a few brief moments pass between the time that Brittany comes down from her high, Santana's fingers slip wetly from her sex, and Brittany's own hand is finding its way between Santana's legs as she starts to lean her girl backwards onto the bed. Santana moans as Brittany slides inside of her hot tight slickness, and Brittany knows Santana isn't going to last long. She angles her tongue to skirt over the skin of Santana's chest, pulling a stiff nipple between her lips and sucking on it lightly as her fingers start to work in and out of Santana.

"I love being inside of you San, feeling the way your tight walls squeeze around me." Brittany rasps against Santana's flesh, earning a broken moan from Santana's lips and the feeling of her clenching around her fingers. Brittany feels a strong hand squeeze at her back, Santana holding on as her hips lift and rock and push into Brittany's motions.

"B-Britt…" Santana whimpers as Brittany's fingers curl inside of her and her tongue swirls around a hard nipple. When Brittany's thumb presses down onto Santana's hard clit, the woman's hips jerk beneath her and she releases another cry that instantly gets swallowed by Brittany's lips as she presses them against Santana's.

They kiss as they rock until a few thrusts later; every part of Santana is squeezing at every part of Brittany where they are connected. A groan vibrates into Brittany's mouth as Santana's lust filled dark eyes go from gazing into her own to squeezing shut.

Their lips break apart long enough for them both to take shallow breaths before Brittany legitimately collapses on top of Santana, her head falling to rest on a tan chest, both of them completely exhausted and exceptionally sated.

When Brittany feels Santana's left hand stroking softly through her hair, and she can feel the way Santana's heart has returned to a steady beat beneath where her ear is pressed to her still lightly panting and sweaty chest, she leans up slightly to look down into Santana's eyes as she slides her fingers out from within her and wipes them on the back of her thighs.

She leans down and kisses Santana sweetly again, always loving the taste that lingers there but especially the one that is apparent after Santana comes.

"I love you, Santana, fuck I love you so much."

Santana gazes up at her, eyes kind of hooded and smile kind of lazy, her fingers still stroking through Brittany's hair, "I know the feeling Brittany. I love you too."

"Sleep?"

"Mmm, sleep."

They both soon drift off to sleep tangled and wrapped up in each other, one of the only things they truly know they want to be doing for the rest of their lives.

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There's a soft sound on the edge of her consciousness that draws Brittany from her slumber. The time is most likely hours after she first closed her eyes, but she really has no clue. As she blinks her eyes open, she's warm and comfortable, her face still pressed into the soft skin of Santana's chest, her ears still faintly aware of the rhythm of her girlfriend's heart beat.

She notices that somewhere above her, Santana is softly humming, a song perhaps, and then the sultry rasp of her voice cuts through the melody and makes Brittany's heart swell as she listens to the words.

"…I love you, like never before…"

Suddenly Brittany pops her head up and gazes down at Santana who looks slightly startled by her suddenly awakening but still immensely happy.

"What song it that?"

Santana smiles, her cheeks pinking slightly, "I don't know for sure, I heard it some time ago but when I did…I immediately thought of you and me."

Soft lips press to Santana's own, "I think it beautiful, and it truly fits us." Brittany whispers and Santana smiles again and nods in agreement. Blue eyes study her face for a few moments, Santana's hands still running through Brittany's soft but messy blonde hair and pale fingers gently stroking the lightly pink-tan skin of Santana's cheek.

"Who would have thought that we'd end up like this, crazy in love and perfect for each other?"

It's a rhetorical question, at least for the moment, because Brittany's lips are on Santana again before she can think of formulating a reply. When Brittany pulls back she glances towards her window, though shaded it still appears to be dark outside. She glances to her bedside table and notices the time. It's early in the morning, sometime shortly before sunrise.

Gazing back down at Santana she smiles mischievously, "Want to get dressed and hop in the car? See where the road takes us?"

Santana nods and smiles willingly and several minutes, kisses and caresses later, they are walking out into the early dawn morning, the sun still has yet to rise and the rest of the crew yet to awake. They're hand in hand as they enter Brittany's garage and walk towards the GT40, until Brittany's eyes slant to the electric blue, and grey racing striped, 1967 Shelby GT500 Mustang that she knows Hector showed up in.

"No," Santana immediately says when she sees what her girlfriend's eyes are slanted towards, Brittany turns to her with a half pout but Santana knows that car is Hector's prized possession. "He'll kill you."

A wicked grin spreads across Brittany's lips as she dips down and presses kisses along Santana's jaw, "But San," she pouts, "it's almost as if this is a sign, we have to take this car."

"Why's that?"

Brittany just smiles wider and leans down to fully kiss her girlfriend's lips, instantly dispelling most of the worry that rests there, "Because I first started to fall for you in a Mustang, so it's only right that we, being crazy in love, ride off now into the sunset in one."

Santana's eyes narrow, she gets what Brittany's saying but still, "I think that's a bit of a stretch, even if it's adorably romantic."

A fair eyebrow quirks because Brittany knows she's wearing Santana down even if the woman refuses to admit it, "You know I'm a sucker for reminding you that you're the most special thing in the world to me." Santana crumbles just a little more at those words until finally Brittany is pulling her in close and brushing her nose against her cheek, kissing the spot lightly as she pulls back.

"Fine, we can take the Mustang. But if Hector kills you, I'm going to be so pissed."

A delighted laugh falls from Brittany's lips as she squeezes Santana into a hug and whispers in her ear, "He'd have to catch me first."

Minutes later they are driving the essentially stolen, though Brittany maintains they're just 'borrowing it', Mustang down the road with Santana stretching over the center as comfortably as possible and leaning into Brittany who wraps her arm around her shoulder when possible.

"Britt," Santana interrupts the content silence as the sun starts to appear over the horizon, lighting up the sky coloring the landscape before them.

Lips kiss the top of Santana's head as Brittany murmurs a, "Hmmm?"

"You asked who would have ever thought we'd end up like this," she pauses for a second to glance up at Brittany, "and I always did."

Brittany smiles back down at her and nods, "Me too San. I always knew we'd end up like this." She says planting another kiss to Santana's head, "I'm not complaining, but I did think that it would happen a lot…faster."

Okay so there it is. This is the last full chapter of this story, BUT that doesn't mean that's all for this story so be on the look out for something more from this verse sometime soon. You can follow this story, me on FF, or me on Tumblr (lonegambit) if you want to keep up with it all.

Finally, as I've said before you are all wonderful people and I can't thank you enough for everything. You know I'm not one to 'request' reviews, but for this chapter I'm actually going to. I would like to hear, from anyone and everyone out there, what you thought. What you thought about the story as a whole, this chapter, the characters, the cars, really I'd like to hear about any of it, including what your reactions were to everything that ended up happening. Even if it's a simple "Nice" (or if you hated it, that's cool too I guess), it is very much appreciated! Once again, I must sincerely thank you for taking the time to read my story and leave your thoughts!

Until next time!

- Remy

Song credits:

The Ramones for the title (from their song "Go Lil Camaro, Go" and of course "Songbird"