A/N: I know it's been like forever for A.) I underestimated my fucking summer classes and B.) Let's go back to A. I'm so so so sorry! Plus the sexy times that I promised will be probably out by the next chapter. And for the mistakes, please bear with me. I haven't written anything for like a month or so. Thanks (:

"Brittany Lopez-Pierce! Seriously? Aren't you coming out yet?" Santana's voice rang through the four corners of the bathroom when I finally stepped out the shower stall.

"Almost. Why?" I yelled back, wrapping the white fluffy towel around my body. "Santana?" I called when she made no response and my brows knitted almost in an instant when once again silence filled my ears. Immediately, my lower lip tucked between my teeth as I made my way through the door.

Like what the hell is she doing in my room? Because I believe that I did made myself clear that I won't share the same room with her. Well it's the fact that I'm trying to play the hard to get card and yes, I want to see Santana begging for my body.

"Santa –oh fuck." My voice died in the last words along with the tremendous explosion of my senses into a complete numbness and shock. And the way my heart started pumping galloons of blood was way way implausible, the way my mouth gone deserted in just a split second was nearly impossible, and so is the sudden escalation of my body temperature was already making my head spin into a new world of torment. "Fuck." I really don't know for how long I did held my breath but when it did escaped my lips it was in an unstable pattern and my fingers tightened around the hem of my towel.

Oh no. Am I about to lose my virginity?

"Relax, Brittany." Santana snickered lowly, her voice rough and throaty and impossibly sexy and all I can do was swallow dryly, I for one knows that people swallow for like more than a hundred every day and I believe that happens to be the most difficult thing to do right now aside from the point that it felt like my limbs weren't working at all.

"S't'na, wh-what ar-are you doing here?" I all but stuttered realizing that I'm staring at her twins that are fairly exposed in the cold atmosphere of my room. (I wonder if they're cold, my palms are happy to oblige to keep them warm. Lol. )

"Sadly, the heater in my room wasn't working so well so I decided to come here and try yours for myself." She said casually, flipping her silky hair on the side giving me that perfect view of her cleavage. Oh dear god! I know that I just had the longest shower earlier and I should be feeling fresh and all but I can feel nothing but the small prickle of sweat starting to run down my temples.

I can feel the light shaking of my knees when Santana moistened her lower lip with the tip of her tongue, and I really don't know if it was a second or something faster than that when she slowly got off from my bed making the lowest screeching of the mattress, and the way her bare feet met the cold wooden floor is like a loud detonation of sound inside my ear. And I can feel those little tingles finally settling between my legs when my eyes landed on Santana wearing a short purple night gown that shows that tanned legs of hers almost glimmering under the calm light from my night stand. "And now, I know that it's working just fine." She whispered huskier than earlier and I think I just swallowed my tongue when she took another couple of steps towards me. "So tell me, Brittany." she lowly added taking another step towards me.

For it wasn't the fact that i got that inner voice on the back of my head telling me to take a single step back I wouldn't have took one. "Can I stay the night?" Santana purred, looking at me straight in the eye and it felt like I'm drowning inside those brown pearls.

"Uhhhh- Su-sure?" I stuttered, taking another step back. Automatically I can feel the surging of mixture of anxiousness and restlessness inside my chest when Santana took another single step forward.

"Brittany." She calls my name with a sly smirk tugging her lips before taking another step.

"W-what?" I asked breathily, stepping back and all I wanted was to just have the wall wide open and swallow me whole when I felt the cold and rough texture of the wallpaper hitting my shoulder blades. "Jesus Christ" I sighed to myself, louder than I intended to when I realized that I have no way out of this. Santana smirks a little wider this time before she let her fingers run through her hair, looking at me with a devious grin on her face.

Oh fuck. All I can do was to scream internally like "What are you doing? Kiss me already" or "Are you going to rape me?" or "Are you hungry? And you wanted to eat me?" or "Try to take another step forward I'll make sure you'll get a nose job in Montana." And of course, I said nothing but "W-what?" And for the love of god I even stuttered at saying that.

Way to go, Susan.

Santana's features changed almost rapidly, from serious to giddy looking teenage girl to a horny bitch from some random porn sit on the internet. "I was thinking…" she started. God! Why does she have to be this sexy? For Christ sake!

"Wha-what were you thi-thinking?"

Santana lowered her head, until her mouth was perfectly in line with my ear. Her hot breath hitting my flesh just right. We were so close that in every breath she takes it vibrates against my chest –my bare chest let's just be clear. I know that the heater in this room works just fine but, I think that as of now, I don't actually need that. God! I think I'm about to pass out feeling the different type of heat creping through my body. I actually don't know how she managed to get this close to me, tho.

I'm completely clueless.

"I was thinking that… why don't we just make this marriage… real? Get a real satisfaction from it? You know, it can be a real source of pleasure." she murmurs against my ear. I wanted to respond, I wanted to say something like 'hells yea' but I can't. It seemed like my throat has gone completely dry and nothing but loud hammering inside my ribcage is what echoing inside my ear.

Santana chuckles lowly when she noticed that my mouth fell open and my eyes widen like I've seen a ghost or something, because seriously that's a bigger deal than of seeing a ghost. "You me-mean?"

She giggled lowly before letting her eyes wander my face. And for a second I felt the halting of my heart and freezing of my whole body. There's a part of me wanted to say 'sure' and the other half was in a complete contradicting sentiment.

I want Santana but not just in the name of sex.

"I want us to have se-Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" but before I can even comprehend her words, a loud roar from the sky rumbled inside my room followed by Santana's shrilling voice. Next thing I know is that the whole room was swallowed by the complete darkness and the deafening pouring of rain, there's the small prickle of light creeping up the window just enough for me to realize that Santana got her arms wrapped around my upper body, her torso tightly jammed against mine and yes, I'm pretty sure I don't know how to breathe.

"Uhhh. Santana?" I croaked, tapping her on the shoulder. She didn't even answer instead her grip around my upper body tightened a lot stronger whilst little whines escapes her lips.

"Please tell me that it's dark because I just got my eyes closed. Tell me, please." She nearly cried, nuzzling on my shoulders. For a second I forgot about the fact that I'm naked beneath this white towel for the way Santana held it was like nearly lethal. "Brittany, don't leave me." She whined lowly against my skin, I can almost feel the warm trail of her breath hitting my neck and I'm pretty sure that breathing won't be a necessity right now. Her words hit me like a cold water continuously pouring down. "Just stay here."

Santana Marie fucking Lopez is scared of the dark.

Like, is this a joke? Am I in a reality TV show? Are there some cameras in here?

Like, Jesus Christ! I know that even the whole world experience a disaster Santana won't be shaken from her stance, not one movement!

"I think something went wrong with the electric wirings." I whispered calmly wrapping my arms around her form, my hands soothing her hair.

When another loud grumble from the sky entered my room, I barely heard the low whimper that escaped her lips but instead I felt the warm trail of liquid pass my shoulders. "Santana? Are you crying?" I asked lowly, trying to look at her face but instead she buried her face a lot harder against my neck.

"Don't leave me."

"San, I think this is enough."

"No. Add another one. Here." She husked tensely handing me another piece of scented candle.

If you'd ask me to count all the scented candles mindlessly scattered inside my room I'd go insane. "And where would I put this? There's no more room for this." I shook my head, wiggling the candle in her face. Santana bit her lip, letting her eyes wander the room whilst her hand still firmly gripping the hem of my shirt.

"Can you like back off a little?" I grumbled.

"No. What if there's a ghost somewhere in here? Oh my god. Did you hear that?" her head was fast to whip on the other direction, I bet that was painful.

"Humans in Earth called it thunder. Santana, it's called thunder."

She eyed me with a quirked brow. "Whatever." She mumbled sassily. For all these, she even got the chance to be a bitch and all. Ugh!

Good thing is that, I managed to slip on some clothes even though she got her hands wrapped around my feet while I was doing so. It was kinda weird.

"Here. Here." She rambled pointing by the wall. With a dramatic eye roll and a little leap here and there, I'm able to light another candle. Just in time her grip around my shirt loosened I let the box of matches slide down my fingers, watching her take an empty space on the floor.

The rain poured even harder giving the room a lot colder atmosphere but still, I can feel the warmth radiating from my body and I'm still a little out of breath. "Sit beside me." She whispered lower than of her normal voice. A small smile lingered my lips as I took the space beside her just when I realized that she still got her eyes closed.

Why does she have to be so cute?

"San."

"Hm?"

"Opening your eyes won't hurt you." I smiled just in time I catch a flash of brown twinkling beneath the soft light of the burning candles.

She gave me a tight lipped smile before wrapping her arms around her knees, she looks so small and vulnerable in that position and all I wanted to do was just hug her… but I can't. "Why are you afraid of ghosts?"

"Everybody's afraid of ghosts." She said like it's the simplest thing in the world.

Tilting my head to the side, I shook my head. "I am not."

"Then what are you afraid of?" She asked almost instantly.

Biting my inner cheek, I shrugged before eyeing her cautiously. "I don't know. From all that happened in my life it's pretty difficult to tell what I am afraid of, exactly." I sighed with a small smile grazing my lips.

Santana's lower lip jutted out. "I understand." She smiles. "Actually I'm not afraid of the dark, I'm afraid of what could possibly be out there, you know. It's just pretty scary thinking what's beneath it. And for me, darkness leads to silence so I'd rather make some noise or else I'd go ballistic."

I let a small giggle bubble down my throat before getting up on my feet. Her hands went autopilot grabbing my feet. "Where are you going?" She asks.

"I'll be back. Just stay here." I smiled, pulling her clammy hands of my feet. She eyed me warily before nodding anyways.

"Here." I smiled handing her the instrument that I found in this room since we moved in.

I was a little confused when I found this though, for I know that Santana got a separate music room of her own.

"Where did you find this?" She asked with a grin, it was all like the fear and anxiety in her body flew in just one second. Santana, gingerly took the guitar off my hand before positioning it before her that smile still lingering along her lips.

"I saw it the other day and I was about to tell you about it, but I somehow forgot every time though." I muttered, taking my previous position.

"Dad got this for me, freshmen year. Actually, he just wanted to get me busy during summer vacation and stuff so when he asked me what instrument I wanted to learn and I told him that I wanted to play the guitar."

"Can you play for me?" Before I can even stop myself, there I already said it.

Fuck.

"Sure. But don't blame me if you'd ask for a divorce right after. Okay?" She grins, that dimples of her showing and almost automatically the butterflies inside my stomach started their little escapade.

"Not a chance." I smiled back. Santana gave me one last look before letting her fingers do their magic.

I don't care what they say
Cause I have seen when we run we make it rain
Let's keep going for miles
Playin under the stormy darkened skies
Can you be mine?

Push me to the wall let them see baby I don't care at all
I'm not letting this go
Like a flower breaking through we've grown
Together now

I don't care what they say cause I have seen when we run we make it rain
There's nothing better than this
I'll keep wanting you for just one more kiss
So make it rain

When the world makes me tired, and my mind feels
like it was set on fire, you look at me and smile,
With your brown eyes you call my heart and I can breathe again

I don't care what they say cause I have seen when we run we make it rain

There's nothing better than this

I'll keep wanting you for just one more kiss

So make it rain

I've waited for you to come
Maybe this is not the right time
Maybe we'll hold off for just a little while
Until you're mine

I don't care what they say
I have seen when we run we make it rain
There's nothing better than this
I'll keep wanting you for just one more kiss
Can you be mine?

Cause I don't care what they say
Cause I have seen when we run we make it rain
There's nothing better than this
I'll keep wanting you for just one last kiss

It was more of like a short half minute until she was strumming the last notes, last notes that somehow threw me back to reality, reality that the rain was indeed pouring hard, reality that we were sitting on the floor surrounded by the melting candles, that all this time all I wanted to do was kiss the shit out of her. Suck the air out of her system but instead I said "That was beautiful." My voice went out a little breathy and empty.

Can you be mine?
Can you be mine?
Can you be mine?
Ohh now you're mine.

The banging of my chest almost defeated the loud grumbling of the sky when her eyes met mine. "No, you are. You're beautiful Britt." That escaped her lips, almost impossible for me to hear clearly.

When those three words reached my ear in a slow and low manner I suddenly felt the tightening of my chest, the sweating of my palm and the gradual heating up of my cheeks.

"Santana, I-" my words were shortly cut off when my phone started ringing and it wasn't for the fact that I'm too lazy to buy another phone then I would have thrown it already.

Fucking phone, no –fucking caller.

"Sorry." I murmured lowly giving Santana a quick glance before picking up the phone with a low huff.

If this is Sam –I'll kill him. If this is Mercedes –I'll throw her off a cliff. If this is Rachel –I'll smack her with the coffee maker. If this is Aunt Lacy –I'll do nothing. And if this is "Miranda?"

On my peripheral view, I saw Santana's head whipping on my direction when Miranda's name escaped my lips. Just perfect! Since when did Miranda learned the words 'worst timing' ever?

"Oh. That'll be tomorrow?... okay… Yea, she's excited… Okay, we'll see you tomorrow night. I missed you too. Bye. " Those were my last words before shoving my phone inside my back pocket. And when I spun around, Santana was holding a single candle on her way out.

Talk about perfect timing.

A/N: I'd love to hear what you think. Thanks. No more teasing, I promise! They'll have sex the next chapter. Curse me if I don't give you that.