Being faced with two hysterically crying girls was the last thing Finn expected… and a total nightmare for the tall man. All he had wanted to do was patch things up with them and now he had made it much worse. Sure, he had lived with his little sister and mom for most of his life but they were both not particularly emotional, especially compared to these two. He had no idea what to say or do to comfort them. Rachel and Santana were the two most childish, demanding people he had ever met and expected everything to go their way, probably because of how they were raised.

"What? Did you not know? Everyone in the country knows Brittany sleeps around a lot," Finn hastened to add defensively. "She's proud of it too and she told me that."

The man who was wearing an outfit that consisted of almost all shades of gray in existence looked over at Rachel for help for a moment, shrugging his shoulders and raising his unusual eyebrows as if asking, "What did I do?"

Although Finn couldn't quite figure out why Santana was sensitive, Rachel was a lot more perceptive and it didn't take much for her to understand why Santana reacted the way she did.

"Not helping!" Rachel whispered to him fiercely, glancing over at a sobbing Santana who had the same facial expression as a little kid would after being told that someone had eaten all their precious Halloween candy. As it turned out, the only thing more frightening than angry Santana was an upset Santana. A violently crying Santana wasn't a pretty sight to Rachel or Finn, or most others. In fact, Finn was wondering whether he'd need to call an exorcist when Santana's black eyes flashed with murderous intent at the two of them, a dark energy coming off of her.

Everytime he opened his mouth to try to fix things it only seemed to make Rachel and Santana even more upset. He knew Rachel was fragile but the last thing he expected was for that loudmouthed tough girl Santana to literally have a breakdown just because he told them that his blonde ski instructor friend slept around. He was just stating the truth that was common knowledge to everyone who knew the girl. Speaking of which… Brittany and Santana had a thing going on? That was a surprise to Finn. The blonde girl hadn't mentioned it but then again it was difficult to keep track of Brittany's partners.

His last resort was to actually call Rachel's father… as insane as the idea seemed to him. Mr. Schuester was clearly confused to hear Finn's voice when he picked up and kind of terrifying when Finn implied his daughters were in some kind of trouble. The man was overprotective to say the least.

"Um, Mr. Schuester… I don't know how to tell you this but your daughters um… they're crying… no! I swear I didn't do anything - at least I didn't mean to. They're okay, I swear. Yes, Sir, I understand. Loud and clear."

Santana kept glaring at Rachel who narrowed her eyes at her in return in between crying spells while Finn rambled nervously into his phone. The shorter brunette dabbed at her eyes with a tissue dramatically and threw herself on the floor like she was some kind of old time Hollywood movie star. Finn just gawked at the entire scene in confusion.

He hadn't expected Will Schuester to literally rush down there a few minutes after their talk. Then again, Rachel and the rest of her family were some of the weirdest people he had ever met. The tall man blinked, his jaw dropping when the familiar curly-haired man eventually turned up at his cabin, rushing to Santana and Rachel's sides while glaring in Finn's direction.

"Girls! What happened?"

"Santana's so mean! It's all her fault." Rachel huffed, beginning to whimper to her father as he tried desperately to calm them down. Meanwhile Santana's expression darkened at her sister immediately turning the blame on her.

Finn mumbled something that sounded very much like "crybabies" around a cough and the three of them stared at him angrily for a moment. He wondered how these out of touch people survived in the real world. Will walked the two girls toward the door after he had managed to calm them enough to get them to think coherently again.

"W-wait! At least finish your hot chocolate!"

Rachel blinked, suddenly remembering the drinks Finn had made for them. She took several swigs and couldn't seem to keep up her furious expression as she tasted the sweet drink, which made Finn smile slightly until he caught Will and Santana's eye again and they both made it clear that they weren't amused with him. They were both so protective of the youngest sister and it was obvious that they didn't trust anyone who they viewed as a threat to the brunette.

"I think you've done enough." Will stated with a stern expression on his face as he led the sisters away with his arm around Rachel's shoulders. Finn waved at Rachel awkwardly, shrugging sheepishly as she gave him an apologetic look.

"What's going on with you two?" The girls' father asked as he walked back in the direction of the hotel, his arm around Rachel's shoulders while Santana walked slowly behind them keeping some distance with a sullen expression on her face. "I know Finn works for the resort but do you really think it's a good idea to be going to some stranger's cabin?"

"That's what I told her." Santana grumbled.

"But Daddy he's not a perfect stranger. Finn is… he's a perfect gentleman! You saw how he rescued me so bravely when Santana and I fell on the first day. He wouldn't have done anything to hurt me."

"Well obviously if you two are all upset he must have done something. I'm happy for you to make friends while we're here, Rachel but it's not a good idea for you to be hanging out with that boy."

"B-but Daddy!"

"No, Rachel. I don't want to hear it. If you want to attend ski classes that's fine but you're not going around… fraternizing some older boy again and that's final."

"This is so unfair!"

The smaller brunette pouted as Santana just smirked in her direction when she whined at Will. As far as the black-haired girl saw it, it served her sister right that she was banned from seeing her weirdo boytoy again after she had forced her to endure being the third wheel on that awkward as hell hot chocolate "date" Rachel tried to score with Finn then had the nerve to try to get Santana in trouble with Will. Santana would be more than happy if she never had to deal with the chaos of Rachel pining for that loser again.

"Hi." Santana whispered shyly, not knowing what to say as she came face to face with the girl who was always on her mind once again.

"You came."

Brittany grinned widely when Santana appeared at her door after all, not long after they had seen each other at the slopes. The blonde girl instantly wrapped her arms around her shoulders tightly and Santana didn't push her away. At the sight of the girl and her cute, cheerful smile, Santana couldn't help the way her own lips curved upward slightly. She had intended to keep her cool and show that she was strong especially after everything that had happened between her and Brittany but the girl had disarmed her completely. It was almost impossible to be upset about anything in the universe when she was around Brittany. Then she noticed a detail that made her heart race just a little.

"You're not wearing pants." Santana cleared her throat awkwardly, unable to stop looking at the girl's long, sexy legs and creamy thighs. Of course Brittany would be wearing just a purple sweater and a light pink thong that barely left anything to the imagination. Brittany saw where the darker girl was looking and blushed brightly. She took Santana's coat from her, hanging it up on the rack nearby while the black-haired girl pulled off her boots and shoved them aside.

"I lost them." She joked, giggling as Santana just stared back at her in confusion, her dark brows knitting together for a few seconds as she tried to figure out what Brittany meant. It was better not to even attempt to figure out all of Brittany's Brittanyisms. The black-haired girl shook her head, trying to calm herself down as she couldn't focus on anything other than the tiny slip of fabric that was barely covering the area between Brittany's inner thighs.

The tall, freckled blonde sat beside her on the couch cross-legged, leaning over and wrapping a blanket around Santana who was shivering visibly. Santana blinked at her as she tucked the blanket around her but she couldn't deny that she loved being fussed over and doted on by the girl.

"You must be freezing. It's really cold out today." Brittany commented as she skipped over to make some more hot chocolate for them in the small kitchen area.

"Sure is. I don't know how you can handle it."

Some show Brittany was watching played in the background as the blonde hummed a Christmasy pop song and Santana smiled to herself, thinking about how cute and bubbly the girl was. The marshmallows, gummy bears and other snacks the blonde girl had set out on the coffee table to share with her guest were so typically Brittany. Lord Tubbington stretched out on an armchair nearby and watched Santana with a judgmental expression while his tail twitched back and forth. It was easy to unwind in the cozy atmosphere and forget about her worries.

However, Santana couldn't stop her fears and insecurities from taking over. Her thoughts drifted until Brittany returned with two steaming cups, setting them aside for both of them. Of course, Santana's was in that same black cat mug she always seemed to reserve for her while Brittany had her pink version for herself. The wound from the situation with Lani was still deep and raw and try as she might, it was difficult to forget about Finn's comments about Brittany's free loving ways.

"What's wrong?" Brittany asked quietly, immediately noticing the way Santana's shoulders were tense and she had that serious, stoic look on her face with her lips pressed together the way she frequently did. She curled up beside Santana and saw the pout on her lips. "Finn told me you were crying really badly."

"He said that? I'll kill that blobby Cro-Magnon head, rectangular Lego man looking buffoon," She grumbled as Brittany giggled, amused by her colourful insults. "Must be all of those botched liposuctions he's probably had in his lifetime messing with his puny brain. I wasn't crying. I mean, maybe I shed a tear or two. It was allergies."

Brittany gave her a skeptical but amused look at the obvious lie, a small smile on her lips and Santana's face immediately crumpled, blurting out what she was thinking.

"Brittany, I… I just really like you."

"I really like you too, Hot Stuff," Brittany chuckled, kissing her on the cheek as she tucked a strand of black hair behind Santana's ear. "I just don't want to ever think about you crying… especially not if it's about something that I did that hurt you."

"I don't know how much Finn told you but it's not your fault, I just…"

Santana paused, looking for the right words but fell silent again and looked away as Brittany waited patiently for her to continue. Revealing her deepest, most vulnerable side wasn't exactly something that came naturally to her, even if Brittany was the one person she was the most honest about herself with.

"Hey, you know you can always talk to me, Santana. I know everything that happened recently has been a lot to take in and I know you're still hurting."

"Don't worry. It's fine," The black-haired girl wrapped her arms around Brittany's waist and pulled her in close, closing her eyes and breathing in her comforting scent. She pushed down her feelings again, feeling choked up. All she wanted right then was to escape into Brittany's familiar warmth. "You always make me feel better."

"I feel the same when I'm around you." Brittany admitted in a soft voice, loving the way Santana was holding her even though she knew Santana wasn't telling her everything about how she was feeling. Brittany's soft blue eyes met dark ones that were almost black in their intensity and she shivered slightly as Santana's grip on her sweater tightened. The mood between them shifted as tension grew and Santana's lips crashed against hers.

As the kiss became more frenzied, Santana's hands trailed down from her waist and slipped under the hem of her lilac sweater, smirking against Brittany's lips as the blonde whimpered at her touch, practically getting into Santana's lap. Santana curved her palms over Brittany's ass, squeezing it firmly as their tongues met. The tiny sighs and whimpers Brittany released as their kisses became more heated drove Santana crazy.

Brittany pulled away slightly, breathless and confused when she felt Santana tense up against her as the blonde laid back on the couch and pulled the darker girl on top of her, unsure why her lover was suddenly so hesitant. She traced her fingertips over the serious frown that was now on Santana's face and her furrowed brows, noticing how tense her jaw was. Santana had never reacted to her this way before.

"Is everything okay?" She whispered, trying to decipher the look in Santana's dark eyes as she gently stroked her face. Santana was silent for a moment but didn't push her away, leaning into her touch.

"Have you had sex with her since she came back?" Santana finally bit out. Brittany locked eyes with her, shaking her head as she frowned. "Did she touch you?"

"I could never have done that, especially not after you and I… Is that what's bothering you?"

Santana nodded. It was more than just that but this was all she was able to admit to at the moment.

"You're the only one, okay? Just trust me," Brittany whispered softly, locking eyes with her, "I only want your touch... your hands on my body."

Brittany kissed her softly and smiled into it when Santana soon warmed up to her again, eagerly reciprocating. She loved the pressure of Santana's body against hers as her lover pushed her back into the couch and climbed on top of her.

The taller girl helped Santana get her own black sweater and tight jeans off, taking her bra and panties off at the same time and admiring the warm brown skin that was revealed as she took the time to caress Santana's shoulders and back, then her palms moved over Santana's arms and chest, palming her breasts as Santana sucked in a sharp breath. Brittany took her time, stroking the soft, warm skin on her tight abdomen and grabbed her hips, pulling her closer as she gave her ass a firm squeeze.

The feeling of Brittany's soft hands all over her body touching her so perfectly lit a fire until Santana until she couldn't take it anymore and knew that she had to take control. She couldn't wait anymore. She laid Brittany out on the couch, stripping away her remaining pieces of clothing including that tantalizing little thong that had been teasing her the entire time until she was completely bare and when she lifted a creamy, freckled thigh, she saw how pink and ready for her the girl was.

There was this animalistic desire in her to claim Brittany, to prove she was better than anyone else the blonde had been with. Brittany parted her thighs for her, sighing when Santana's left hand moved between their bodies, reaching between the paler woman's legs as her kisses became more forceful and desperate.

"Santana." Brittany gasped as Santana traced her clit, circling it before her fingers moved lower and they soon were deep inside of her without any warning, stretching her so perfectly. Brittany was so dripping wet that it didn't take much for Santana to find herself buried inside of her. Brittany's hands jumped to Santana's shoulders and she clutched them tightly as Santana continued to push in and out of her in sure, firm strokes.

One of Brittany's hands reached up to fondle her own perky breast and her eyes slipped closed as Santana admired the view, enthralled by the rosy flush that was working its way up the woman's chest and neck to her cheeks. She wouldn't ever be able to get the image of Brittany pleasuring herself out of her head.

Her small, pink lips parted and she moaned softly as Santana lifted one of her thighs and wrapped her leg around her waist, sinking even deeper inside of her as she pressed her body against hers tightly so that they were chest to chest. Her movements became rougher as Brittany begged for more. She arched her back and Santana leaned in to kiss her way up the soft, pale column of her elegant neck, nibbling the flesh.

Santana didn't want this to end. She'd be happy to stay locked like this inside of Brittany's warmth and softness for the rest of her life, listening to the tiny sounds of appreciation the girl made. The feeling of Brittany's hardened nipples pressed against her chest, their sweaty and heated skin sliding together and those sexy thighs keeping her locked in place was almost too much to handle.

She knew the blonde was about to come when she lifted her other thigh and bent her knee, wrapping both legs around Santana's waist and crossing her ankles. Her fingers threaded tightly into Santana's rich black hair, a desperate look on her face as her hips rolled upward to meet Santana's thrusts. Her blue eyes were shimmery and her face was flushed, her lips kiss-swollen when she opened her eyes to meet Santana's gaze as the darker woman cupped her cheek tenderly.

"You're mine. Tell me you're all mine." Santana demanded in a raspy voice, biting into the tender flesh of that sensitive spot on Brittany's neck and sucking it. She smirked as she felt an immediate gush of wetness against her fingers.

"I'm yours. Santana." She let out a keening moan as Santana began to repeatedly stroke her g-spot. Her legs tightened around Santana's waist and she threw her head back as she came. Santana didn't stop moving even then, proud of the little surprised gasp from Brittany when the girl realized what she was doing. She didn't push her away, only whimpering and spreading her legs even further apart when Santana curled her fingers, finding all of the most sensitive spots inside of her.

Santana kissed and licked Brittany's neck, pausing to nip her ear as the girl's moans increased in pitch when she pushed into her more forcefully. She was confused when she felt Brittany's arm move between their bodies, then noticed that the girl was rubbing her own clit in tiny circles in time with Santana's thrusts.

"You gonna come for me again?" Santana rasped against her ear, sucking on her earlobe and then kissing the soft skin just below it. "Come for me, Baby Girl."

That was all it took for Brittany's grip on her shoulder to tighten as she let out a high-pitched moan of her name. Santana was so turned on at the sight of it that she couldn't help but push her hips down against Brittany's couch, the rough material of the blanket rubbing her in just the right away. Brittany seemed to notice Santana's predicament and pulled her on top of her with shaky arms, slipping a thigh between the darker girl's legs.

Santana closed her eyes tightly. She couldn't resist rubbing herself against Brittany's thigh back and forth until she felt that tension that was building up so perfectly release and she was coming apart on top of her with a moan. Heat flooded her face as she felt her own wetness against Brittany's warm skin.

Brittany didn't seem to mind, a satisfied smile on her face when Santana lay on top of her after as they both tried to catch their breath, still not removing the fingers that were inside of Brittany. Santana gently kissed Brittany's shoulder, smiling into her skin as the blonde sighed happily, stretching out languidly beneath her. They both giggled when Santana almost lost her balance and fell off of the couch because of Brittany's movement. The blonde pulled her into a tighter embrace.

"I missed you," The darker girl admitted, "I missed this so much…"

"I know. I missed you too."

"Sorry, your couch probably wasn't the best place to do this." Santana chuckled, slightly embarrassed when she thought about the mess they had probably made and it was pretty cramped too.

"Don't be sorry. It was incredibly hot." Brittany's sultry eyes turned a darker shade of blue that made Santana shiver. She suddenly had vivid thoughts about taking Brittany on every available surface of the cabin.

"Is that so? We should try the shower next time, or maybe I should just have my way with you on the kitchen table…"

"You're so hot when you're all cocky." Brittany smirked slyly, her cheeks flushed at the way Santana's voice dropped to a low, husky tone as she talked dirty to her.

Santana couldn't seem to keep her hands off of Brittany for most of the night, finally making their way to the blonde's bed until they were both too exhausted to continue. Santana pouted, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep wrapped around the girl but realizing she couldn't stay over because her family would notice she was missing and she'd never hear the end of it. She had already blackmailed Rachel into making some ridiculous excuse to Will for why she was missing dinner that night and she could tell her sister had an inkling about what she was really up to.

Brittany laughed, kissing the pout off of her face once they were re-dressed, wrapping the scarf around Santana's neck.

"Don't worry, San. You'll see me again before you know it."

"What are you up to tomorrow?"

"It's my day off and I was thinking about going Christmas shopping," Brittany explained, noticing the way Santana's frown instantly deepened at the mention of the holiday. "Oops, sorry, Hot Stuff. I'd love to spend the day with you and do totally non-Christmas things instead."

"Christmas shopping?

"Yeah… I mean like I said, we don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No, it's fine. We can totally go Christmas shopping! I don't want to ruin your fun." Santana insisted quickly, relieved when Brittany's face lit up. The darker girl was elated at the idea of spending an entire day in Brittany's company regardless of what they were doing. She could put up with some annoying, overplayed songs and crowds if it meant spending time quality with Brittany.

"Then it's a date." Brittany giggled, kissing Santana on the cheek sweetly. Santana couldn't keep the grin off of her face for the rest of the night, not even caring that Rachel and her parents were giving her weird looks because they had never seen her that cheerful before in her life.