Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, but here's a long chapter in return(: Thank you so much, everyone who is reading and especially thanks to everyone who leaves reviews! I don't think you know how happy those make me. Anyway, I have a feeling that you'll really like this chapter!

"Santana, Brittany?"

You open your eyes to see Quinn and Rachel peering at you, Brittany hugging you from behind.

Oh crap.

Maybe if you don't move, then they'll go away.

You close your eyes as if you never saw them but your ears remain wide open.

"They're so cute!" Rachel's voice beams and you can practically hear Quinn rolling her eyes at the Jewish girls' perky tone.

"'Yeah but why is Brittany in Santana's bed?" Quinn questions from the side.

"Maybe they're secret lovers," Rachel jokes. You feel your stomach drop to your feet at Rachel's hypothesis. Your breathing quickens as you impatiently wait for Quinn's response.

"Rachel, don't be gross."

You suddenly feel a pang of hurt striking your heart like a dagger. Gross. You repeat the word in your head over and over again.

Gross

You even consider if you could actually be disgusting, if these feelings for Brittany are wrong. You want to cry, no better, you want Quinn to swim to the bottom of the lake with a scratch and sniff sticker. You can't let them see you cry. You need to stay strong.

She was just joking Santana chill.

You console yourself with your thoughts and your breathing gradually steadies.

"Hmmmm," Brittany hums, making your neck vibrate where her lips are. She moves steadily from behind you, stretching her body, making an adorable wine, before recoiling to her previous position, comfortably leaning against you. The corners of your lips twitch upwards. You can't help but smile.

"S, I can see you smiling like an idiot. Don't even try to act like you're sleeping." Quinn's voice is playfully impatient but you don't give much notice to it because you're still consuming abnormally long intakes from your nose to consume Brittany's lovely scent, trying to remember everything about it. It still has the same vanilla accents that you memorize from last night and you love it.

"Ok, well Rachel and I are going to go eat breakfast," Quinn's voice impatiently states. You hear the door squeak open and swing back into the cabin's interior, making a rickety crashing sound as Rachel and Quinn's footsteps descend off of the steps and onto the dirt path outside.

You didn't realize how tight your body was until you relaxed it. Your eyes are still shut and you nestle your head deeper into your pillow.

You feel a soft touch come to your side causing your body to stir a little. You focus all of your energy (which isn't much because it's still early) on following Brittany's hands with your mind, imagining where they were going. Where you wanted them to go. The thought causes a warm, sticky heat to arouse from inside your legs and you toss your head deeper into the pillow at the sensation.

Jesus, what this girl does to you. And she didn't even fucking do anything! Your heartbeats are pounding inside your chest, gradually getting more unsteady with every tease of Brittany's fingers bouncing on your side.

"Wake up Santana!" Brittany tickles you, her nails twinkling up and down causing your eyes to shoot open as you exult a hiccupy laugh. You squirm under the blonde's influence to escape the tingly feeling but you love it at the same time. Turning your body completely over, you are now facing the beautiful blonde. You can't help but gush at the feeling of waking up to her and at how stunning she looks.

You don't understand how she manages to look adorable and sexy at the same time and for a moment you can't tell if you want to continue staring at her like an idiot or caress her silky body beneath yours, letting your hands roam to discover all of the little curves of her outline.

You feel your nails dig into your palm at your thoughts, reminding yourself that Brittany doesn't feel that way about you.

Brittany's glaring down at you, her cat-like eyes glossy from just opening. Her pink lips curve upward and you can see her cheeks shifting to a shade of faded rose as your stares tensen. You're so close to her that you can see every feature of her face. The little freckles on her nose, the adorable way that only her top teeth show when she smiles, how when her chest rises and falls, her slightly-cleffed chin escalates up and down.

"Goodmorning," Brittany says, smooshing her head deeper into your pillow, bringing your faces that tid-bit closer that drives you crazy.

"Goodmorning gorgeous. Uh…I mean…you just umm…" Brittany stares down at you with a questioning but cute smile on her face.

"heh," You laugh awkwardly shifting uncomfortably in the cot. What the fuck Lopez, get it together.

You feel the heat between your thighs thud at the touch of Brittany's foot in-between your legs. She moves closer to you, dwelving her leg further into yours', allowing her smooth skin to brush past your lower calf.

"Uhh," You sigh as your arousal progresses.

"Is that okay?" Brittany's smile remains as she bats her eyelashes up and down. Her leg moves in and out between your legs and your heart rate quickens.

"Fu…." You hold back a bubble of ecstasy threatening to release from your throat.

You gulp, forcing the words and moans back, nodding your head slightly; just enough for her to notice because that's all that you can congress.

What the hell is she doing? Is she flirting with you? You can't quite tell but it's pretty obvious that you like what she's doing to you.

Does she like what she's doing to you? Is this something that friends normally do?

You can't imagine Quinn in Brittany's place. You quickly shudder off the thought because it makes you kind of sick to think about. Quinn is like your sister.

"You know, you kept moving around in your sleep." Brittany laughs slightly, her voice low and ruff making you want her more.

"Sorry, yeah I do that sometimes." You cringe at your voice being half an octave higher than it should be.

Brittany's smile seductively purses into a smirk.

Is it a smirk? Maybe your just paranoid because you wish that it was a smirk.

"You were on top of me for half the night." Your heart sinks in your chest in embarrassment and nervousness. Yeah, it's defiantly a smirk. What the hell is going on? Your mind shuts off and you can't think.

"Oh, sorry," you timidly reply. She pushes her leg in further, coming up to her knee and your bodies are only inches away from touching.

You want to touch her. You want to move your leg to hers' like she's doing to you but you can't move. Your nervousness makes you freeze and you almost don't feel as if you are breathing at the reality of reaching out a bit to bring your bodies closer, and you being the one to initiate it.

"It's okay."

You know that Brittany is replying to your apology, but you take it as encouragement to do what you long to do.

Gradually, you move your leg inward to stroke hers'. Your foot reaches her calf and you panic at the touch. You can feel a fiery heat where you are touching her. You slowly move your leg further, rubbing up and down. Her skin is smooth and soft. Your leg seems to glide over hers' like butter.

You return your gaze to Brittany's but it shows no emotion. "Is that okay?" You ask, mimicking her question and then you stop your legs' wandering but keep it where it is.

Brittany's eyes seem to darken but she doesn't budge. She stares down at you for a moment.

"You know we should probably go soon." Her leg smoothly glides out from where it was positioned between yours and you try not to let your expressions falter at your disappointment. "They're not gonna have breakfast out much longer and you can see Sam."

You haven't even thought about Sam since you escaped from him last night after your awkward "initiation." You almost forgot about your incident until just now.

"Yeah, your right." Shit, you don't want to be with Samgelina Jolie. You want to be here, in this cot with Brittany all day.

"Come on." Brittany lifts her body up and starts to climb out of the blanket. "Up." Brittany reaches out her hand for you to take it. She grips your hand, lifting you up off of your back in an instant. She's strong and you try to hold in yet another moan at how perfect this girl is.

You can feel your underwear uncomfortably sticking to your drenched flaps as you gradually walk down the ladder and you throw your head back in frustration.

Why the hell did she do that… and then mention Sam?

"Okay, I'll take the bathroom and you can change in here." You start walking confidently to the bathroom, holding black jean shorts, a bra, the pink councilor's shirt, and yes, new underwear hidden underneath the stack.

Brittany laughs adorably at you and you tilt your head slightly.

"We're both girls San. You can just stay in here." Brittany gawks at you with a wide smile.

"I don't…" Shit. You're not ready for this. "I'll only be in there for a second!"

You race to the bathroom as fast as your legs can take you, shutting the door a little too loud for your liking. You lean against the wall, steadying your fast breaths and stammering heartbeat.

Breakfast is still out by the time you and Brittany get to the dining hall at nine. You see Sam and awkwardly excuse yourself from Brittany to go talk with him. He's sitting with Puck and Quinn at one of the tables. You don't see Rachel or Finn and wonder if they're getting in on. You huff a little at the thought because you would love if that would happen. It would make Quinn insane!

"Hey, there's my girl!" Sam stands to give you a hug and a sloppy kiss to your forehead. You try not to cringe at your new label.

"Hey, so what's the song for today?" Well that was lame. You just don't know what else to talk about with him because honestly you don't really care.

"Music got canceled today so you and I have a free day." Sam eyes you for a moment and you immediately feel uncomfortable under his gaze. "Last night a huge oak tree fell down right in the middle of the music ground and no one can get passed it. They said that they'd clear the tree by tomorrow." Sam takes a bite of an apple on his plate in front of him, his salamander lips engulfing the apple's exterior. You kind of want to gag.

Whatever he wants to do with you later, you are definitely not down for. "We could always do music somewhere else." You catch Quinn raising her eyebrows at you strangely but you act like you didn't see it, even though the look makes your stomach churn with uneasiness.

Sam stands and shrugs at your comment. He walks away to get more food while you turn across the table to see Quinn and Puck. Quinn still has her eyebrows raised and Puck is looking at you like you just insulted a special needs kid.

"What?" You ask in your bitchy, I don't care tone. But they continue staring. "What?" This time your voice is more aggressive.

"Don't hurt my boy Lopez!" Puck's dark eyes drill a hole into yours' as he stares into you. "What are your motives?"

"What the actual fuck Puckerman?" You laugh off his threat. "I don'ts got any motives ok?" Puck is still staring at you as if he doesn't believe what you're saying. You squint your eyes at him a little.

"Noah, can you go over there for a second," Quinn's snarky voice pipes from next to Puck. Oh great here we go. You roll your eyes because you know that you're about to get a lecture. Puck stands from where he's sitting to join Sam in the buffet line.

You stare at Quinn, motioning for her to continue.

"I know that you really like Sam." You can't help but roll your eyes again. "But honey." You hate when Quinn calls you honey, when she talks down to you. "You need to make more of an effort to show it."

You groan with yes, another eye roll because that's how annoying Quinn is. You hate to admit it though, she's right. You need to get back on track with Sam. You need to show everyone that you have feelings for him. You definitely have feelings for him, just not the kind that he would want.

"Jeez, are you guys hibernating for winter?" Quinn asks with a smile as if the conversation that you just had with her never happened.

Puck and Sam sit back down at the table, they're plates completely filled. You should probably eat something, but whenever you get that uneasy feeling in your stomach, you know that the only way that someone can get you to eat is through a tube. You'll just get something later.

"We are growing men Fabray," Puck jokes beside Quinn. You're a little taken aback at how Quinn laughs at Puck's comment, but you're not surprised. She kind of flirts with any guy that comes within her proximity.

You let your glare drift around the room while Puck, Sam, and Quinn talk about their day yesterday but you stop your stares' shifting at blonde waves and brown hair peeking over the top. Your stomach drops because you know of only one person who wears their hair that high. Kurt. Oh shit, Kurt is talking to Brittany.

"I'll umm… I'll be right back." You catch Quinn staring at you again.

"Mmmmmk," Sam says before crunching his apple again. Well at least Sam's not that bright.

You uncomfortably walk to where Brittany and Kurt are talking near a window. Brittany's sitting on the wooden table, her legs in a crisscross position. Kurt's standing across from her. You come to sit next to Brittany, letting your legs swing off of the table before looking up. You immediately regret your decision to walk over here because of the stare that Kurt's giving you. It's the complete opposite of Quinn's but it still gives you that uneasy feeling.

"San, this is Kurt."

"Hi Santana," Kurt says in your direction a little too perky.

"Did you have a good rest of the day yesterday?" You ask, and Kurt nods to you with a wide grin.

"Oh, you already know each other?" Brittany beams next to you, her eyes smiling at yours. You feel your own face matching her expression like she's your mirror. You nod lightly.

"I was in music yesterday," Kurt clarifies, leaving out any details from the David incident. You release a held in breath of relief.

"Oh," Brittany says before her thoughts seem to be elsewhere. "I think I want to go down to the lake. You two wanna come?"

"Santana would love to!" Kurt answers for you, and you just nod pathetically in response. "I can't though, I have rock climbing."

"Aww okay. Well I'll meet you there San." Brittany hops off of the table fluently and embraces you in a hug. You jump at the contact because you weren't expecting it but you're smiling stupidly. Brittany releases your body and skips off happily. You're still smiling like an idiot when you meet Kurt's gaze again, glaring at you with joyous eyes and a broad smile.

"Shut up," You blush.

"I didn't say anything," Kurt replies with a smirk.

You shift your position a little because you're so giddy and you can't shed the smile from your face.

"What were you two even talking about before I came?" You ask, over interested about Kurt's response.

"Oh, nothing." Kurt picks at his nails.

"Kurt…?" You're getting impatient. "What were you talking about?"

"Have fun at the lake!" Kurt turns around with a smile and heads for the door, leaving you sitting alone on a table wondering about what the hell they were talking about.

You jump off the table not as fluently as Brittany did. You scratched your leg on the seat when you hopped down but you act like you didn't. You walk over to Sam. You know that what Quinn said was true.

"Put on your bathing suit, we're going to the lake."

Sam looks over at Puck who is raising his eyebrows at what you two could do at the lake. Sam smiles widely, showing all of his teeth through his guppy lips.

By the time you and Quinn get back to the cabin to put on your swimsuits, Brittany already left to go to the lake.

"So how's lifeguarding going?" You ask half listening. You really don't care and you're more interested on picking a bikini to wear as you crouch down at the foot of your bed to rummage through your suitcase, messing up everything that was neatly folded by your mom.

"It was—oh my gosh San!"

"What, what?"

"You brought condoms?"

You're shoulders lower in relief. By the way that Quinn screamed your name, it sounded as if there was a murderer behind you.

"Yeah, Quinn. And you should've too. Didn't you wanna get laid this summer? Here, take some." You pick up two condoms and throw them at Quinn. She flinches away from them.

"Yeah, I don't know about that anymore. Finn doesn't really seem interested. He seems more into Rachel than me," Quinn exults a crude laugh," I can't believe I'm even saying that."

Your hands wander over your floral swimsuit. It's strapless and has thin black lines on it. "What about Puck?"

"Noah Puckerman?" Quinn laughs. "Oh please."

"Don't make me say I told you so when it's the end of the summer and you two are all the sudden buddy-buddy." You slip on your bathing suit.

"Mmmmm no," Quinn says a little too serious.

"You ready? Didn't your lifeguarding shift start like five minutes ago?" You stand by the door, fully ready. You put on your councilor lanyard so you wouldn't have to wear your pink shirt and you slipped on an oversized t-shirt over your bathing suit as a cover up.

"Shit." Quinn throws off her current clothes and puts on her bathing suit. You roll your eyes at her and you realize how much you actually do that.

"Come on," You laugh as you hold the door open for Quinn and she runs ahead of you.

"Hey!" Sam waves while he's throwing a football with a young boy on the dock as you approach the lake. Quinn is sitting comfortably in a chair overlooking the body of water and its entirety.

"Hey," You reply.

Sam throws you the football and you sloppily catch it and pathetically throw it back.

Sam laughs and you turn red. "Don't worry, you'll get it." He takes his stance to throw you the ball again and you hold your arms nervously to catch it. Sam throws his arm back and releases the ball so that it spins in your direction.

You squeeze your eyes closed but the ball never comes. Instead you hear the ball collide with something behind you.

"Here ya go." Brittany says with a smile. She hands you the football. She caught it perfectly.

You can't help but smile in her presence. "You should throw it back, I think I'll hit someone," you reply sheepishly but one hundred percent honest.

Brittany laughs cutely before extending her arm back. They're toned and sculpted to perfection and hot damn her body. Her bikini top is dark blue but her bottoms are green. Her abs flex as her arm comes back down to throw the football perfectly and forcefully.

"Woah, you've got a really good arm," Sam says a little too impressed for your liking.

"Santana don't be jealous. I'll get out of your way."

You're immediately taken aback. The way that Brittany's words spilled out almost contained a double meaning. You know that she meant that you would be jealous of Sam but it hit you as you being jealous of her.

"N-no." Are you really stuttering like an idiot? Talk Lopez. "I—"

"Wanna get a canoe?" Brittany asks, her eyes full of bubbly energy and charisma.

"With you?" Oh jeez, you hope that didn't calm off bitchy.

"No don't worry, Sam too." Brittany walks towards a pile of canoes and you watch how her weight shifts from one leg to the other, how her tones ass perks on her

sculpted legs.

Don't worry. What does that mean, you think to yourself. Maybe you're just over thinking things.

What is she doing to you? She's fucking messing with your mind. First she got into bed with you and cuddled with you the whole night, then she brought up Sam, then she told you not be jealous, and now she's asking for you to be in a canoe with her….and Sam….where Quinn can see everything that happens. Oh shit.

"Sam, come 'r," You say a little forcefully. Quinn's words run through your head.

"I know that you like Sam but you need to make more of an effort to show it."

You release a deep breath and walk forward to Brittany and step into the canoe that she put in the water.

"Do either of you know what you're doing, cause I don't at all," You say, your face tinged red because you can't believe you just admitted that.

"Course," Sam says, obviously trying to impress you.

"I can too," Brittany pipes and you try not to smile as wide as you are on the inside. You know that Brittany's just answering your question but you can't help a little part of you to jump to the conclusion that she, like Sam, wants to impress you.

"Onward!" Sam says like a captain on a pirate ship and you try not to roll your eyes at him. Then again, if Brittany had said that, you would gush at how adorable she is.

And there's that uneasy feeling again.

Sam and Brittany row while you sit in the back watching both of them. Who are you kidding, your watching Brittany. Her back dimples get deeper every time she brings the oar back, and when she brings it foreword, her muscles flex.

"Santana?" Brittany's voice breaks you from your leering.

"Mhmm?"

"Can you put this on my back, I think I'm getting burned." Brittany throws back a bottle of sunscreen.

"Uhh… I" The bottle lands at your feet and you pick it up. It's warm. Maybe it was the sun, but you're pretty sure that It's warm from Brittany holding it. You wonder how long she was holding it, how long she was wavering whether to ask you or not.

You dig your nails into the pad of your middle finger at your thoughts. You can't help but think that Brittany wants you and you know that she doesn't so why the fuck do you keep thinking she does?

"San?" Brittany chimes from in front of you. You see Sam look over to you in confusion. To you it seems as if he's always confused.

"Yeah, sorry." You brush off your thoughts and open the lotion. The pop of the cap makes your stomach sink a bit at the realization that you get to touch her.

You squirt some of the cool lotion into your hand, lathering your other hand as well, and close the cap, setting the bottle near your feet. Steadily you start at Brittany's shoulders. You start to rub the slippery liquid with both hands onto her warm, fair skin. You rub the lotion down her back, moving underneath the thin strap of her bathing suit You slowly go over each ridge of her spine before guiding your fingers down to her back dimples, slowly entering and leaving the little dips with your thumbs. You massage upwards near her shoulders again, rubbing hard circles with your fingers, finding her knots before you massage her neck.

Brittany moans lowly from in front of you, but you don't stop moving your hands. You massage lower, getting dangerously close to the edge of her bathing suit bottoms. Pushing your hands out to her sides, you hold her hips, rubbing her waist horizontally front and back. Brittany moans again.

"That feels so good," Brittany sighs breathily. Her rowing has slowed and she's leaning her head back, her eyes closed.

"Do you want me to stop?" You ask, your voice low and smooth.

Brittany shakes her head quickly and you smile at how fast her response came. Slowly, you move your hands higher on her sides, reaching the strap of her bathing suit. Then you bring your hands to her back again, lightly massaging her muscles.

"Mmmmm," Brittany hums. The sound makes you want to—

"Hey, how far should we go out?"

Fucking fuck Sam. You practically forgot that he was even in the boat.

"I think we should go really, really far," Brittany sounds from next to the blonde boy. Oh dear god, she did not just say that. This girl turns you on so fast. "What do you think Santana?"

"We should definitely go really far." Your cheeks shade red at what just left your lips.

Your hands come up to Brittany's shoulders and you move positions so that you're closer to the stunning blonde. You move so that your legs are on either side of her and you rub her arms up and down, bringing the front of your body closer to her back, almost like the position that you woke up to, but with you in the back instead of Brittany.

"Hey guys…." Sam states nervously.

"Everything okay?" You ask groggily, drunk on Brittany.

"There's a hole in the bottom of the canoe."

"Shit," You say, stopping your hands movement but still keeping them on Brittany. "I was actually enjoying this," You say into Brittany's ear, hoping that she didn't pick up on what you were implying that you were enjoying.

"Then you two stay here and I'll swim out to get another canoe."

You would be alone, with Brittany… with Quinn watching the both of you.

"I'll only be like ten minutes."

"Ok," Brittany says causing your eyes to widen and your breathing to quicken.

Sam jumps into the water in a dive, kicking the edge of the canoe, causing the small boat to rock to the edge of tipping.

The canoe flips over, hovering you and Brittany. Both of you are soaked, surrounded by the dark light of the shaded canoe above you. You can't stand because the water is too deep for you but Brittany can.

You stare at the Blonde. The only light is coming from the leak in the bottom of the canoe, but other than that, your surroundings are tinged dim.

You struggle while treading water, occasionally sinking lower and lower until you feel hands come to your side holding you up. Brittany holds you in her arms at the smalls of your back.

Your breathing stops for a moment and your heartbeat is hammering inside your chest at how close you are to the blonde.

"Santana." Brittany speaks your name, now holding you under your butt. You wrap your legs around the tall cheerleader and your heartbeat pounds quicken. You shawl your hands around Brittany's neck bringing your face closer to hers'.

Brittany stares at you, her expression blank until you realize that her lips are getting dangerously close to yours. Her eyes are closed.

Steadily, you move forward, breathing in the scent of Brittany's sunscreen. You close your eyes and for a moment, everything stops. Mrs. Shuster disappears. Quinn disappears. Sam disappears.

Soft lips come to yours and your heart sinks in your chest at the feeling of Brittany's supple lips. They're wet with lake water. Slightly salty but delicious. Her teeth move to collect your lower lip in her hold and you moan lowly at the touch. Brittany sucks on your lower lip, making it a tinge plumper that usual. Your lip retracts from Brittanys' and you move your lips at a steady rhythm against hers'.

Slowly, the blonde girl pulls away and you two stare at each other for what feels like a second but it could've been hours. Her face begins to brighten and you recoil off of Brittany to shield your eyes from the intense light peeking through at you.

Sam takes up the canoe from above you and Brittany, flipping it right side up.

"Were you guys under there the whole time?"

You stare at Brittany and she nods sheepishly.

Sam furrows his brows for a moment and your heart rate stops.

"Okay."

Author's note: Thanks for reading! As always, next chapter will be out sometime next week. First off, sorry to make Sam's character come off sort of stupid. I love Sam, but for this story, Santana sees him negatively.

Second, do any of you watch Orange Is The New Black? I just started watching it and I can't stop. It's hilarious! Very mature though, so just warning you.

Third... that's it. So I hope that you enjoyed this chapter and please review to tell me what you thought(: