Santana found herself becoming extremely distant as the weeks passed by. Being at school made her feel incredibly uncomfortable after what had happened at her locker and the only thing that was able to bring her back from her inner torture was Brittany. They had grown really close recently and had been spending even more time together in and out of school.

She closed her locker once she'd grabbed the last few things that she needed and then made her way to the main doors where she'd told Brittany she'd meet her. They were going to Santana's house after school to work on something.

What Santana wasn't aware of, as she strolled down the corridor, was a pair of hazel eyes following her every move. Quinn was very much feeling the consequences of her actions. She hadn't spoken to Santana since the incident and had to watch from afar as the brunette kept her distance. She'd only meant to teach the other girl a lesson. She had acted rashly and really hadn't thought it through properly at all. She hadn't meant to hurt Santana as much as she had and now the brunette was never going to forgive her.

Quinn let out a small sigh as she watched the back of Santana leave the main building. She had done a lot of thinking over the last few days. She wasn't sure what this thing with Santana was, but she had admitted to herself that now it was much more than just a deal they had made. When she had seen that picture on Brittany's social media, a whole flurry of emotions had passed through her. Hurt, anger, jealousy… mostly jealousy. Her feelings were starting to confuse and scare her; people didn't get jealous over things they didn't care about. Did that mean that she cared about Santana? This had started out as a purely physical thing, which granted Santana was exceptionally good at, but Quinn didn't think it was necessarily about orgasms anymore. And that concerned her.

/

Santana felt the bed dip beside her and then a warm pressure settle down on to the backs of her thighs.

"What are you doing?" Santana murmured lazily into her pillow, turning her head to the side to try and catch a glimpse of the blonde now straddling her. They had been working on an assignment together and had then decided to take a well-deserved nap. This had become a regular occurrence over the past week and Santana had to admit to herself that she felt at her most calm with the warmth of Brittany laid beside her.

"I want to look after you," Brittany leant down, gently pressing the length of her body against the back of Santana's. "Just try and relax." She whispered against her ear.

Santana shuddered at the feel of Brittany's mouth brushing her sensitive lobe. She had been craving physical intimacy for the past few days but hadn't quite known how to ask or initiate it herself.

"Okay." She whispered back weakly.

Strong, warm hands began to rub and knead at the muscles in her shoulders and her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. She could feel herself stiffen at the initial contact, but it did feel really good.

"You're tensing," Brittany soothed in that sweet, melodic voice of hers.

Santana took a slow breath in through her nose and then released it steadily through her mouth, her body starting to soften up under the blonde's skilful hands. They moved across her back, loosening her up in all the right places before skimming lower, stopping at the waistband of her shorts, and daringly rolling her shirt up a bit to reveal the soft, caramel skin of her back.

Brittany bit down on her lip as her eyes trailed across the expanse of bare skin. God the things this girl did to her. Santana was so achingly beautiful without even trying to be and these past few weeks of them spending more time together had only made Brittany's feelings grow stronger for the smaller girl. Not only was she beautiful on the outside, but Brittany could see that Santana had a beautiful heart too. It pained her to see the brunette so broken over what had happened with Quinn, and she hoped that in time she could help to put her back together again.

She began to trace soft circles onto Santana's bare back with her thumbs. The brunette was visibly starting to relax now, and Brittany smiled as her hands slid underneath the thin fabric of her shirt and further up the brunette's back, her fingertips dancing lightly across the fastening of her bra.

Santana mumbled something unintelligible into her pillow and the blonde's ears pricked up as she leant down closer to listen.

"What was that honey?" she questioned softly.

Santana turned her head to the side and let out what sounded like a whimper.

"Feels good."

Brittany pressed her face into the nape of Santana's neck and nuzzled her nose against her skin.

"Want me to keep going?" she husked.

Another soft whimper and a nod of her head was enough for Brittany. She let her hands slowly roll Santana's shirt up as far as it would go and let a single finger trace along the fastening of her bra teasingly.

"You know," she began playfully. "If I undo this, it'll be much easier for me to..." She trailed off, feeling more confident by the minute. If Santana's reactions were anything to go by, she wasn't going to deny the blonde.

"Mmhmm." Santana sighed softly, her head still turned to the side and resting on her pillow.

Brittany unclasped the bra and gently pushed the sides away, groaning inwardly at the expanse of soft, tanned skin beneath her. She continued massaging the brunette's neck, shoulders and back until Santana was visibly a puddle of mush on the bed. Brittany smiled warmly down at the girl beneath her and dropped down gently to plant a single kiss on her cheek.

"Feeling better?" She whispered against the brunette's ear.

Santana was feeling better. She couldn't remember ever feeling this good actually. Usually, she took the lead when it came to being intimate; she was all about the giving. Making another girl come was a huge turn on for her but she was very much enjoying this hold that Brittany seemed to have over her. She didn't want her to stop touching her; she wanted more.

"Please don't stop." She whimpered desperately.

Brittany smiled at Santana's pleas and slowly sat back up, straddling the brunette's thighs once more. She wanted nothing more than to keep touching the beautiful girl beneath her. But she had a better idea.

"Turn over," she instructed gently, climbing off Santana's body and to the side of her. She watched as Santana turned onto her back, her eyes dropping down to the smaller girl's bare chest. She watched as Santana bit her lip nervously, her hands moving to cover herself. "Don't do that. You're so beautiful, please don't hide." Brittany encouraged Santana to move her hands away and to peel the rest of her shirt up and over her head, revealing two perfect breasts.

Brittany moved herself so she was sat up, her back leaning against Santana's headboard. She parted her legs across the bed and gently took the smaller girl by the waist, tugging her backwards so that Santana's back was pressed against Brittany's front. Once she was settled between the blonde's legs, she turned her head ever so slightly to try and meet Brittany's gaze.

"Britt?" she asked curiously.

"I wanna make you feel good," Brittany whispered, her hands lay gently on Santana's bare stomach, her thumbs brushing in small circles. "Do you want it?" She husked into her ear.

Santana let out a squeak as she felt a rush of arousal go straight between her legs at Brittany's words. Her breath hitched and she nodded her head frantically.

"I-I want it." She gasped as Brittany wasted no time sliding her hands up to cup her breasts, squeezing gently. She tipped her head back against the blonde's shoulder, letting out another strangled moan.

Brittany didn't think she'd ever seen or touched a more perfect pair of breasts. They fit perfectly in her hands. She groaned as her thumbs came out to brush back and forth against a set of hard nipples, that were just begging for her touch. Santana was clearly enjoying what she was doing too. Her lower body began to writhe between Brittany's legs, and she let out soft, sexy moans as the blonde continued to play with her hard peaks.

This was a whole new kind of sexual experience for Santana. Whenever she had been with a girl in the past, she had usually ended up keeping most of her clothes on. Then depending on her mood or the girl's request, she would make them come using her fingers or mouth. Sure, she had gotten herself off before but never had she let anyone else give her an orgasm. She liked having that control. But this, this was different. Santana had handed over the control to Brittany and she found that she really didn't mind. She was enjoying being slightly more submissive because she knew that Brittany would take care of her.

"Oh Santana," she whispered against the brunette's ear, sucking gently on her earlobe. She continued fondling and tweaking her nipples, absolutely loving the sounds that she was able to draw out of the smaller girl. "Show me what you want, honey."

Santana gasped softly at the pleasure that Brittany was giving her. She bit down on her lip and took hold of Brittany's right hand in hers. The blonde watched closely as her hand was guided down between Santana's thighs, until it rested over her shorts. Brittany could feel the heat coming from her centre and grinned at what Santana was trying to imply.

"You want me to touch you there?" She whispered, slipping her hand beneath the waistband of Santana's shorts, and pressing her fingers up against a set of soaked, cotton panties. "You got it."

Santana moaned out at the gentle pressure of Brittany's fingers and blushed a little when she realised just how wet she was.

Brittany pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the brunette's shoulder as she started to make tight circles with her fingers against Santana's clit through the damp fabric. She used her left hand to continue playing with Santana's breasts.

"Santana, you're absolutely soaked." Brittany husked, completely aroused by the feel and the scent of the girl in front of her.

Santana dropped her head back, resting it against Brittany's shoulder as she let out a soft gasp of pleasure as the blonde's fingers began to build her up through the thin layer of material.

Brittany continued to touch Santana like this, very much enjoying the sounds that were coming from the smaller girl. Not wanting to move too quickly, she kept her two fingers pressed against the thin cotton rather than move underneath them and touch hot, wet flesh directly. Although she had thought about that a lot in the past few weeks, her main aim was for Santana to relax, let go and enjoy.

Santana could feel herself get closer and closer as Brittany's fingers moved in perfect circles against her aching clit.

"Britt, I-I…" she panted softly, feeling her climax building.

Brittany smiled, knowing Santana was close and dropped a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the back of her neck.

"You gonna come for me Santana?" she whispered against the brunette's ear.

Santana nodded desperately and let out a strangled moan as her orgasm shook through her entire body, making her arch up into Brittany's soaked fingers. She felt Brittany slow down eventually, finishing her up with a few gentle strokes, as she collapsed back against the blonde, breathing heavily.

It took Santana a few moments to recover before she turned her head to the side, nuzzling against Brittany's jaw, her cheeks rosy and flushed. She bit her lip nervously and bowed her head a little.

"Hey, no. Don't go all shy on me," Brittany cooed into her ear. "That was amazing. You're amazing Santana." She smiled, stroking the brunette's hair and sweeping it back across one of her shoulders.

"Y-you didn't have to do that…" Santana stuttered. "I usually just-"

"I know," Brittany started. "I know what usually happens. At least, I think I know what usually happens." Brittany's mind couldn't help but flit to Quinn. "But that's just not fair that you miss out on all the fun now, is it? Besides," she paused. "I really like taking care of you."

Santana smiled gently and settled back against the blonde, enjoying the feeling of strong arms encircling her waist.

/

Quinn sat on the edge of her bed, playing with her phone. She had been doing this now for nearly forty-five minutes and had come no closer to solving any of her problems. She let out a sigh and swung her body around to lay on her front, using her elbows to prop herself up as she swiped across the screen. Perhaps she should just call Santana? She probably wouldn't even pick up anyway; what was the worst that could happen?

She scrolled through her contacts until she got to 'S' and tapped on Santana's name. She held it to her ear and waited. Her heart sped up as the rings kept coming.

"Hello?" came that smooth, raspy voice that she had grown to love so much.

Quinn froze. She wasn't expecting the brunette to pick up and now she had, she didn't have a clue what to say. There was a long pause and all she could hear was Santana's soft breathing.

"Quinn, if this is some sort of joke…"

"No!" Quinn blurted out. "No, don't hang up! Please…"

Another pause.

"I'm not even really sure why I picked up in the first place, to be honest. I don't want to talk to you." Santana said bitterly.

"I know. I know you don't, but please j-just hear me out." Quinn tried desperately.

Yet another pause. Santana was making her sweat.

"I'm listening."

Quinn took a deep breath.

"Look, I know that you'll probably never forgive me for what I did and you're well within your rights not to after the way I acted but…" she hesitated. "It was a mistake. A big, fat, stupid mistake that I regretted as soon as I'd done it."

"Those are just words Fabray. They don't mean anything." Santana replied coolly.

Quinn sighed and scrunched her eyes up tightly. "Please believe me. Santana, I'm so confused." She whispered into her phone, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Confused about what?" Santana snapped, losing her patience with what sounded like it was no longer an apology.

"I-I have all these feelings," Quinn started. "And I need your help…"

Santana let out a bitter laugh on the other end of the phone.

"Seriously? I can't believe you Quinn. You're actually propositioning me right now?"

Quinn's mouth hung open in confusion.

"What? No, Santana. You've got it all wrong, I-"

"The deal is off. You made sure of that," Santana interrupted. "You can certainly forget about me helping you with your sexual 'feelings'. Fuck off Quinn, leave me alone."

And with that, Quinn was left with nothing but silence as the other girl abruptly hung up.