A/N: Glee desperately needed a good beach episode imo. This is a collection/anthology of light one-shots or two-shots I've written about Brittana that are all set during the summer. I figured if I didn't post this then I'd probably never end up publishing these.

Most of them are humorous in some way because I find it difficult to write about Glee without adding some silly humour. The title is taken from "The Warmth of the Sun" by The Beach Boys which is a song that always reminds me of Brittana (and one of The Beach Boys' most beautiful/sad songs in general). Brittana are definitely a summer/beachy type of couple and it will always be my headcanon that they fell in love for the first time during the summer when they were fourteen.

This first story is based on a moment where Brittany got badly sunburned in Frankenfinn's fic "The Beach," so if you'd like some more context I would recommend checking out her one shot. In my mind, this first scenario is set in the summer after junior year when Brittana are more than best friends but not quite official girlfriends yet (the most interesting time period for the ship imo). Thanks to Frankenfinn for the prompt.

This and my other fics are also available on AO3: sarcasticscully

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, or anything associated with Glee. This story is for entertainment purposes only and no profit is being made.


Santana looked on jealously in silence, pouting as Finn and Brittany carried buckets of sand, both of them completely enthusiastic about building their sand sculpture. It kept getting bigger and higher as they added more sand to it. Their voices grew louder whenever one of them would share their ideas and they would run back and forth to get shovels, or bring back buckets of water.

Not that she would admit to being jealous, especially of Finn Hudson of all people. She was sitting under an umbrella not far away from them, frowning whenever a sea of sand would rain down on her from the two teens' forceful actions. She adjusted her sunglasses, cursing when she realized that her entire body was now covered in the particles. She liked the beach but she hated sand, maybe almost as much as Anakin Skywalker did, which Tina said was weird of her but what did that goth know about anything?

"Hey watch it, Orca!" She snarled at Finn who just held up his hands defensively.

She couldn't believe the losers in the Glee club were having a sandcastle competition. What were they, twelve? This was so lame. They even asked her to be a judge.

All the same, Brittany deserved to win. That went without saying. As much as she didn't care what happened to Finn, there was no way Brittany could lose to Tina and Puck on the other team.

Santana was alarmed by Brittany suddenly standing over her in her tiny light blue and white bikini. It was difficult to focus on anything the blonde was saying when all she saw were the sexiest legs in existence. Brittany put her hands on her hips with that flirty half smile she always seemed to have around Santana, her sky blue eyes shimmery. She seemed to be in her element.

"Hi, Sand-Tana. What are you doing all alone, Silly? Don't you want to help us?" Brittany's light, teasing tone snapped her out of her thoughts. Santana nearly jumped out of her skin, flustered at the blonde's touch when Brittany brushed some of the sand off of her shoulder. "How come you're playing in sand? I thought you hated it. It's all over you."

Santana frowned at the nickname but Brittany said it so cutely with this flirtatious stare under her eyelashes that the Latina completely melted. She did however give a death glare to Finn who started laughing and repeating the nickname in amusement. Oh yeah, you think that's hilarious, don't you, Manboobs?

"N-no thanks, Britt." Santana struggled to breathe as Brittany leaned over. The idea of building a sandcastle at all but especially with Finnocence of all people was not high on her agenda for a good time at the beach. The high-maintenance girl didn't want to be digging in wet, mushy sand and getting her hands all gross.

"Um, should we just make a drizzle castle?" Santana heard Finn ask the tall blonde girl in his dorky Finn voice when she walked over to him again. Brittany shook her head, tilting it to the side and was quiet for a moment as an idea seemed to come to her.

"Hmm no, Finn. We have to do a cat. Cats are amazing."

"Oh, maybe you're right," Finn acknowledged. "That will definitely help us win."

The Latina could never understand the conversations Finn and Brittany had together as they both seemed to operate in another dimension.

Santana raised an eyebrow, confused when Brittany eventually lead her over to see it when they were done. She gestured towards the giant sculpture that seemed to be vaguely in the shape of a cartoon blob cat. At least, it could be that. It was difficult to figure out what it was.

Finn and Brittany both seemed so proud of their work. Santana didn't understand it at all but Brittany was smiling at her expectantly and the dark-haired girl thought everything Brittany did was amazing so there had to be some hidden genius to this as well.

"It looks great, Britt. You deserve to win." Santana told her awkwardly, trying to be nice, despite her complete confusion. The way Brittany beamed at her made it totally worth it.


As much as she argued furiously that Brittany's cat idea was genius, the other judges weren't buying it and she was overruled three to one. She gave the most vicious scowl imaginable to Artie, Matt and Mike. Clearly at least two of them were trying to get into the goth girl's pants and as for Matt, he was just delusional to not accept Brittany's brilliant artistry.

Santana gave the stupid mermaid sculpture Tina kept boasting about a good kick and crushed part of its tail, ignoring the way the short Asian girl cursed at her loudly in retaliation as the darker girl walked off seething.

Santana grabbed her stuff and moved further away from the rest of the Glee club to show them what she thought of them. She lay on her stomach on her red beach towel for about a half an hour, pleased when Brittany eventually placed her fluffy light pink towel beside hers and did the same thing beside her. She only calmed down when Brittany grabbed her hand and pulled her up towards the water with a happy smile.

"C'mon, Santana, let's swim. Don't worry, I'm okay with losing the competition. They just don't understand our genius." Brittany shrugged. It made Santana a little more relaxed to know that Brittany wasn't upset but she felt butterflies erupt in her stomach when the blonde just kissed her on the cheek without warning. Santana touched her fingers to her now warm skin, confused and flustered.

"Britt, what...?"

"It's sweet of you to be so protective of me. You're my knight in shining honour."

"It's knight in shining armour." Santana corrected her and laughed, though inside she was still on cloud nine because of the little kiss Brittany had given her and what she had said.

"Oh, right but you're not wearing any armour," Brittany shrugged, cat eyes glinting playfully. "You'd be really hot wearing armour..."

She was conscious of Brittany still holding her hand. She thought maybe she should pull away, in case anyone on the beach thought they were well...a couple but she couldn't bring herself to let go of Brittany's soft hand that felt so good in hers. Fuck it... she'd think about her reputation later.

Santana really enjoyed these moments when it was just the two of them in their own little world on the almost deserted beach. The rest of the Glee club were on the beach and she could even see Rachel Berry of all people chatting with Finnocence for a million years - but when they were far out in the water away from anyone else, it felt like she and Brittany were in their own private world.

They waded out into the water together, splashing water at each other for a while until that game got boring and time flew by fast as they just talked and then eventually fell into a comfortable silence.

Santana shuddered when Brittany practically climbed her without warning, wrapping her legs around her waist. Santana quickly got her hands under the girl's butt to make sure Brittany didn't fall and she realized with a little jolt, like an electric current running through her that she could hold Brittany up like this easily when they were in the water. It felt very intimate and some instinctive part of her liked being able to lift Brittany with just her muscle strength even though usually she wouldn't be able to so easily.

"Look at these shells, San. Aren't they pretty?" Brittany held up a bunch of pink and white shells that she had collected from the shore and the shallow part of the water to show her. She already had an entire huge jar full of shells and colourful coral back in their hotel room but Santana didn't have the heart to tell her to stop collecting them when she seemed so blissful about it.

"Yeah, very pretty." Santana agreed softly, focused on striking blue eyes, soft freckles on cheeks and soft pink lips as she said it.

"Can we move to the beach forever? I really love the beach."

Santana laughed, once again reminded of how Brittany's comments always put her in a lighter, happier mood without fail. For once, she agreed with her outlandish statements completely. Santana just felt warm and lighter than air instead of the grumpy mood she was usually in at school.

"I really love it too, Britt," She admitted honestly, adjusting her hold on Brittany to pull her closer and not caring if she sounded lame because there was no one else around to judge her. "I'm not sure if we can move to the beach forever though."

"You could be a lifeguard for your job and I'll make us one of those houses with the coconut tree branches for the roof after we run away together to live on the beach. We'll eat coconut jelly and fish."

"That's sounds great, Britt."

"I really like it when you hold me like this, Santana," Brittany's voice dropped to a whisper and the way she was giving her this coy look under her eyelashes again while biting down on her lip made Santana's heart beat fast. The way Brittany had her arms wrapped around her shoulders made her conscious of the romantic position it felt like they were in. "Please don't let me go."

"I won't let you go."

It felt like they were talking about something else entirely. Santana took a nervous breath, looking around to make sure no one was watching them. Everyone seemed to be distracted and they were quite far from the shore. To everyone else, Brittany and Santana were just two best friends hanging out but only they knew better.

She wanted to kiss her. Fuck did she ever want to kiss her. Brittany took that decision out of her hands and pressed her lips against Santana's lightly. Santana closed her eyes, enjoying the sweetness of the kiss instead of trying to rush things and tilting her head to deepen it.

Hell, maybe tongue kissing her best friend on a public beach wasn't the smartest decision she had ever made but she needed Brittany more than anything. She eventually pulled away and tried to put some distance between them when she heard Brittany's little whining moan that made her blood run hot. Way too hot. She needed to cool off.

"Whoa, okay," Santana laughed at the teasing, smug little smirk the blonde was giving her as they both panted. She tried to make a joke of things and be casual to distract herself from how hot and bothered she felt inside. "That was nice."

"Just nice?"

"Fuck, you know it was the hottest thing ever... whoa, Britt... um, you're looking a little red."

Brittany blinked up at her. Santana realized that the fair-skinned, freckled blonde was more than just a little red. Her entire face, shoulders and chest that were normally very pale to the point of almost being translucent were now a burning, painful-looking shade of crimson. Santana's own skin felt mildly hot and uncomfortable but nothing in comparison to what she was seeing on Brittany. Making out was the last thing on Santana's mind for the moment as she was shocked by how burned the girl's skin was. With her skin type, Brittany couldn't handle this much sun exposure in one day, clearly. Santana noticed that the sun was beginning to set and they had been on the beach since early that morning.

"Britt, um... you really should have worn sunblock. It's a bad burn. I think we should go back in now."

"Oh no... it looks really bad!" Brittany agreed, gasping as she looked down at her own arms while she climbed off of Santana. "I'm a lobster."

Brittany was clearly starting to feel the stinging and heat in her skin more intensely than ever. She winced whenever she moved her body and Santana felt terrible for the blonde as she noticed the way she was practically limping and looked unwell as they eventually made their way out of the water. The rest of the Glee club members watched Brittany with concern as she leaned against Santana for support the entire time they made their way across the beach, one arm around Santana's shoulders.

"Brittany, are you okay?" Mr. Schue called out. He was wearing some cheesy looking, brightly coloured Hawaiian shirt and a big sunhat, sitting next to the cooler with Emma beside him. He looked like a total middle-aged dad with his kids.

"She's totally sunburned, as you can see. I'll take her back to the hotel room, Mr. Schue."

Mr. Schue just nodded at her in understanding because he couldn't exactly argue with that and everyone else seemed sympathetic as Santana walked Brittany back up to the hotel room the Glee club girls' were sharing. Everyone looked shocked at the state Brittany was in and they even got a few sympathetic winces and gasps from tourists who saw them. Brittany just hid her face in Santana's neck, silent except for a few whimpers. Santana was relieved when they finally made it back into the air-conditioned setting of the girls' room. She was thankful that there was no one else in the room at the moment except them so Brittany could have her privacy and no one would bother them.

"I feel kind of dizzy and weak... like I'm gonna pass out or be sick." Brittany mumbled weakly as she collapsed on the clean, made up bed, whimpering when her boiling skin made contact with it. Santana sighed sympathetically, pulling the curtains closed to block out the light then sitting beside her and rubbing the back of her head softly as she didn't know what else to do. It was horrible seeing Brittany in this state.

"I know, I'm sorry. Don't worry. It's just dehydration I think and maybe sunstroke. I'll help you feel better, Britt."

She bit her lip, still feeling so bad for the whimpering girl as she went to get some supplies. She didn't know too much about playing doctor and she was terrible at looking after herself but she knew enough to help. Brittany was her first priority. She passed Brittany a chilled bottle water and some painkillers that she had on hand. The blonde didn't seem too interested in drinking at first.

"C'mon, you'll feel better if you have some water," Santana encouraged her gently, hating herself when she accidentally touched Brittany's skin and the taller girl yelped in pain. This was just a complete disaster and she kind of blamed herself for being so caught up in her lust that she hadn't thought to warn the girl earlier. "Sorry, sorry! Fuck. Drinking this and taking these will help, trust me."

Brittany managed to drink and she did look a little more like herself after they remained in the cool, shaded room for a while. Santana began to feel shy and flustered as she thought about the other thing they could do to help Brittany feel better.

"Britt, um...you're gonna need to get out of your clothes."

"Sorry, Santana I can't have sex right now but maybe later."

"No, no, not that..." Santana quickly added, her own face feeling hot for reasons that weren't sun-related. "I just mean...maybe it'll help if I give you a cool sponge bath."

"Okay," Brittany agreed, groaning again as Santana helped her move across the room into the small bathroom. "Ow, everything hurts... I'm so sorry that I don't look cute right now."

"You always look beautiful." Santana found the words slipping out of her mouth before she could stop them. Gosh, what was she even saying? She sounded like such a complete sap. It was true though that Brittany was still beautiful to her even when she was slightly deep fried.

"Aw, Santana..." Brittany sighed, so much affection in her voice and then she whimpered again when she tried to reach behind her. "Could you... this is embarrassing but I don't think I can get my bikini off without your help."

Oh my God...

"A-are you sure?"

"I mean, I don't mind. You've seen me naked before... a lot." Brittany giggled. Santana arched an eyebrow, beginning to wonder if this was some kind of elaborate seduction plan of Brittany's.

Santana gulped then tried her best to keep her eyes averted and her hands away from anywhere too intimate as she helped Brittany without complaint. She was being as careful as she could to not pull the fabric too roughly against Brittany's skin. Santana bit her lip, wincing again as she saw how red the girl's back and shoulders were. Even her ass was completely red.

"Ugh, you're going to be blistered tomorrow for sure. I'm sorry."

Santana was wide-eyed, mesmerized as pale breasts were finally revealed, along with Brittany's inner thighs and what was between them. The white, freckled skin in the areas the bikini covered contrasted so sharply with the crimson everywhere else. Santana couldn't stop staring for a second too long as Brittany sat on the edge of the bathtub.

Brittany giggled again.

"Do you want a better look?" Brittany cheekily spread her legs a little wider then bent one knee and Santana nearly fainted. In her defense, it was impossible to look away. Of course Brittany would be flirty, even in this situation.

"S-sorry. I was just... I mean. Fuck it." Smooth, Lopez, real smooth...

She gently passed the sponge dipped in cold water over Brittany's skin, trying to focus on the task and not think about what her body seemed to think her and Brittany were doing. It was kind of hard to do that when Brittany kept whimpering and whining in almost a sexual way as she washed her body. Still, she didn't want to be a jerk and be thinking about nothing else except getting off when Brittany was hurting.

A tense moment passed between them as Santana suddenly stopped for a moment and their eyes locked. Brittany grabbed her face, kissing her hard and Santana returned the kiss. Santana dropped the sponge and tripped, nearly falling into the bathtub when Brittany then grabbed her left hand, pushing it between her thighs.

"Please, Santana. I need you to fuck me right now."

"W-what? Britt...you're sunburned... I don't want to make things worse."

"Please, it'll make me feel better."

Santana was definitely not going to argue on this as she felt the wetness on the girl's inner thigh. It was a struggle to find a way to make things work without pressing Brittany against anything that could be painful on her skin but they managed to do it standing up with Brittany pressed as close to her as they could be without it hurting. Brittany let out a sharp, aroused cry and kept canting her hips, making little sounds of enjoyment at everything Santana did with her fingers inside of her. She kept fucking her steadily and Brittany was still kissing her, even though her lips probably felt sore from being burned as well. Santana made an effort not to press too hard against her lips but the soft kisses were enough to arouse both of them.

It didn't take long for Brittany to come when Santana hooked her fingers inside, finding that spot that never failed to make Brittany whimper and her pale thighs trembled as she arched her back. Santana watched in fascination and she had been so turned on the entire time that it was enough to throw her over the edge as well as she touched her own clit at the sight of it. They had done so many things sexually but this was a new one even for them and yet it had still been so hot.

Brittany grinned at her in relief but still winced as Santana gently helped her into one of the beds, once she had dried off. Santana wrapped herself up in a bathrobe but Brittany didn't care about being naked under the sheets even if one of the other girls walked in. Besides, she reasoned, it would be way less painful to not wear anything.

"Fuck, that was something," Santana sighed in appreciation, climbing in next to her under the sheets but for once keeping distance between their bodies on purpose. "How do you feel?"

"Sore... but in a good way too after that."

"Britt!"

They dozed off for what felt like about an hour, feeling relaxed. There was a sudden knocking on the door and Santana found herself looking up into the face of an appalled Rachel Berry who was holding some calamine lotion and supplies for Brittany in her arms.

"What are you two doing? We heard a girl screaming... Brittany, are you naked under the covers?! Oh my god!" The short Broadway-loving brunette shrieked, covering her eyes. She was followed by Tina who was just smirking but shaking her head at Brittany and Santana in bed together. Tina and Rachel looked at each other and it was obvious what was going through both of their heads so Santana decided to just be blunt about it.

"Thanks for the stuff, Berry. Yeah she is and yes, we did fuck, in case you're wondering."

"Ugh! You two!" Rachel was scandalized, looking down at the array of bikini tops and bottoms that were strewn haphazardly all over the floor over the bathroom while Santana just laughed. "I don't even know or want to know how...when Brittany is clearly burned to crisp but remind me to never sleep in that bed...or use whichever surface you were on..."

Santana chuckled but caught Brittany's eye and was pleased to see that the blonde was looking more like herself despite her cheeks and forehead still being so sunburned. Even though their day at the beach had taken such a disastrous turn, she did feel like she was closer to Brittany than ever before and she liked being the one to take care of her.


To Be Continued...

A/N: If you have any thoughts on this please review and let me know what you think so far.