"Good sex is like good bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand." – Mae West

As Santana is begrudgingly woken up from her sleep, she struggles to fully open her eyes. As she attempts to lift up her dominant hand to wipe the crust of sleep away, she realizes that she can't; there's something - or rather someone - currently resting on it. Santana then takes her right hand and roughly rubs her eyes until her vision is somewhat clear. It's then that she sees the golden blonde locks of her sleeping companion. A tiny smile forms on her face.

However, before the Latina can get lost in her delightful thoughts, she hears the pesky sound that woke her up in the first place.

Buzz... buzz... buzz...

Seeing that her left arm is still stuck under a sleeping Brittany, Santana blindly reaches over to the night stand and stops the offending noise as she answers her phone.

"Hello..." the Latina roughly answers as her voice tries to readjust to being used again after a long period of time.

"Santana?" The voice on the other end of the phone questions.

"Hey Q... not that I don't love you, but why are you calling me so early?"

"Actually... I was just calling to wish Brittany good luck on her assessment," the tech analyst smugly replies. "So, I think the better question would be... why are you answering Britt's phone?"

Santana scrunches her eyebrows in confusion as she pulls the phone away from her right ear to look at the screen. As she reads the name 'Quinn' and sees the picture of the other blonde in her life - drunk as hell, might she add - at last year's Christmas party, the Latina immediately realizes her mistake.

"Oh shit..." Santana mumbles under her breath.

"Still waiting for an answer…" Quinn says. Santana can practically see the smirk plastered on the other woman's face.

"I was helping Britt prepare for her assessment. It got really late, so I just crashed at hers last night," the profiler smoothly responds, hoping that her friend would believe her.

"Yeah... I bet," the blonde says knowingly. "Just pass along my message dear. See ya at the office!"

"Goodbye Quinn..." the Latina mumbles out in a monotone voice as she hangs up on the giggling blonde on the other end. Just great, she thinks to herself, knowing that she'll have to face endless taunts from the tech analyst in a couple of hours.

Before she starts to worry herself to death, Santana decides to get up and relieve her bladder. After she expertly removes her arm from under the sleeping blonde, she makes her way towards the bathroom and shuts the door.

While Santana is in the bathroom, she decides to freshen up a bit by washing her face and brushing her teeth with the spare toothbrush she keeps at the blonde's house.

On the other side of the door, Brittany finally begins to stir as the beginning chords of "Eye of the Tiger" emits from her phone. The liaison then leans over the now vacant spot of her bed to grab her phone and disable the alarm. But, before she fully rolls back over to her side, she takes a moment to inhale the aromatic scent that screams Santana.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were doing a line of coke over there," Santana joking says upon exiting the bathroom and witnessing the blonde's actions.

"Well, what can I say... you're very intoxicating," Brittany cheekily replies back as she sits up, holding her bed sheet against her bare chest.

"I guess in that case, snort away... but don't make it a habit," the Latina says sternly as she takes a seat next to the blonde. "By the way... Quinn says good luck today." As the blonde gives her a questioning look, Santana continues, "Don't worry... I'll explain later."

That answers seems to suffice the blonde for the moment. The room then goes oddly silent as the two women sit nervously next to each other, neither one of them daring to make eye contact first. There's a certain shyness that surrounds them as they both try to figure out what would be the appropriate thing to say or do after you just slept with your best friend. Never one to back down from a challenge, Santana takes a moment to study Brittany's features before tucking an unruly strand of hair behind her ear and leaning in, capturing the blonde's lips in a tantalizing kiss. Brittany immediately reciprocates and uses both of her hands to grab the Latina's face, bringing her impossibly closer.

But before things can get further heated between the two, Santana places her hands on top of the blonde's and gently pries them away from her face. She then presses a delicate kiss to the inside of Brittany's palms before placing a chaste kiss to her lips, removing the pout that was beginning to form.

"As much as I would love to ravish you right now, I think one of us has to be responsible here," Santana reluctantly says as she leans her forehead against Brittany's. "You have to get ready... today's a big day."

"I hate being a grown up sometimes," Brittany whines out, making the Latina chuckle. "I guess that would explain why you're fully clothed and I'm not. When I woke up and you weren't next to me, I thought you might've left or something," she says a little timidly.

"No… of course not," Santana re-assures, grasping Brittany's hands tightly. "I wouldn't have just left without saying anything, especially after last night."

"Good… I was hoping that was the case."

" I do have to run home though to shower and stuff before work."

"Okay then… I guess if you have to go," Brittany says with a slight pout.

"I promise I'll make it up to you," Santana says softly as she gently kisses Brittany again. "Plus... we probably should talk about some stuff later."

"Yeah, you're right," the blonde resigns. "Guess I need to start getting ready then."

"Alrighty then, I'll leave you to it," Santana says as she stands up from the bed and presses a kiss to the top of her best friend's head. "See ya, Britt."

As Brittany watches the Latina's retreating figure, she grabs her attention one more time. "Hey San?"

"Yeah B?"

"Last night..." she starts off, but then pauses after her nerves start to kick in. "Last night was really amazing."

"Yeah... it definitely was," Santana replies with a bashful smile. "Knock 'em dead today, B. I'll see ya later."

And with that, Santana exits the bedroom as Brittany briefly lies back down. There are so many things running through her head, but right now she needs to focus on the profiler's assessment that she's about to partake in within the next few hours. However, that task seemed to be more difficult than she thought it would be.

"Ugh… stop thinking about Santana for a minute and maybe you'll be able to get something done," Brittany chides herself as she finally manages to untangle herself from her sheets and make her way into the bathroom.

Right before she enters though, she takes one last look at her bed where endless amounts of amorous activities took place only hours ago. A sly smile then appears on her face as she closes the door and proceeds to start what is sure to be a very long day.

As Brittany arrives at her office, she sets down her purse and then ventures off to the break room to make herself a cup of coffee. Upon arriving there, she runs into a familiar face.

"Oh, hey Noah... what are you doing here so early?" Brittany ponders, knowing that the Jewish man is usually the last of their group to arrive at work.

"Hey Britt!" Puck greets a little too enthusiastically for this time of morning. The liaison eyes him curiously. "I came in early to wish you good luck."

"Y'know... they have these great little things called phones that are used for situations like these," Brittany sarcastically responds. "What's on your mind?"

"Okay... I just wanted to apologize if I was a little harsh with you yesterday," Noah starts off. When the blonde doesn't say anything, he continues. "Your relationship with Santana is none of my business and I shouldn't have butted in. I was just voicing my concerns."

"I didn't take it personal. I think it's kinda cute that you worry about San," Brittany earnestly replies.

"I worry about you too, Britt..." Puck adds in, wanting to make sure that the blonde knows that he cares about her too. "Anyways... sorry if I was an ass yesterday."

"You weren't, but thanks for the apology anyways," the liaison supplies.

"So... we're good?" Noah questions. "I didn't ruin anything between you and Santana?"

Brittany's mind momentarily drifts off to the Latina in question as a goofy-looking smile appears on her face. "Nah... we're good."

As Puck closely inspects his co-workers whimsical smile, an idea pops into his head. "Something happened between you and Santana last night, didn't it?!" The grown man practically squeals.

"What?! No... of course not; that would be against the rules," Brittany tries to nonchalantly reply as she ducks down her head to hide the massive blush forming on her face.

"Bull fucking shit, Blondie!" Puck says back humorously, not convinced at all. "Well... whatever did or did not happen, I'm happy for you guys."

"Thanks Noah," the blonde says back as she gives the profiler a side hug. "I gotta go before I'm late."

"You got this Pierce!" Noah says encouragingly as Brittany just smiles back at him. "But in any case, good luck."

Brittany shoots Puck one last smile before grabbing her cup of coffee and exiting the break room.

Once Santana arrives at work, she quickly makes a beeline towards Quinn's lair. Upon letting herself into the office, the blonde instantly begins to smirk at the Latina.

"Well, well, well... good morning sunshine!" Quinn smugly greets.

"Hey Q..." Santana replies back, feeling slightly uncomfortable under the analyst's penetrating stare. "Could we talk for a sec?"

"Why, of course Ms. Lopez... what ever would you like to talk about?" Fabray says patronizingly.

"Quinn..." the Latina whines, hoping that the blonde would cut her some slack.

"Geez... you're no fun," Quinn says with a giggle as she takes pity on the profiler. "Fine, what's up?"

"About this morning..."

"You mean when you 'accidentally' answered Brittany's phone?" The tech analyst rhetorically states as Santana just covers her face with her hands. "Sure, what about it?"

"You're not gonna make this easy for me, are you?" The Latina knowingly questions. Once she sees the blonde shaking her head 'no', she continues. "Yes... I was with Brittany last night."

"Wow... way to be vague," Quinn chides. "You gotta give me something here. I mean... just think of how bad it would've been if Schue - or worse Sylvester - was the one that called this morning."

"Are you really gonna guilt trip me to get details?" Santana huffs out.

"Precisely."

"You're insufferable," Santana says exasperatedly. "Out of respect for Britt, I'm not gonna go into graphic detail… especially since we still have some things to talk about. But for the record… last night was incredible."

"Oh my God! You are just the cutest thing ever!" Quinn exclaims at the dreamy look on the Latina's face. "I figured that you guys probably still have some things to sort through so I'll leave you alone... for now."

"Thanks... I guess," Santana chuckles out. "I do need a favor from you though."

"And what kind of favor would that be?"

"I might need you to alter the surveillance footage from the parking garage last night," Santana says lowly while covering her mouth with her hand to further muffle her words.

"Oh, yeah… and why is that?" Quinn inquires, being able to perfectly hear the Latina's request despite her efforts. "You and Blondie get a little handsy while still on work grounds?"

"Eh… you could say that," the profile replies back.

The Goddess of All Knowledge then begins typing away at her keyboard, pulling up the surveillance feed throughout the building. She then selects the specific cameras that are set up in the parking garage. "Okay, what time am I looking for?"

"We got back around 7ish, so I would start around there," Santana states.

"Alright… let's see what we got," the blonde replies back as she looks for the specific time stamp. Once she finds it, she begins to fast forward the footage until she sees the group of agents arriving. Quinn then plays the footage in real time until she sees that only Brittany and Santana are left in the garage. "Britt looks pretty pissed at you."

"Yeah… she was; had every right to be," the Latina says sadly, ashamed of her previous reckless behavior that made her whole team worry.

"Don't get me wrong, but I was pissed at you too when Noah told me what you did," Quinn scolds the profiler. "However, I'm willing to look pass that if you give me some deets on… WHOA!"

Quinn abruptly stops mid-sentence as her eyes bulge out of her head in response to the images being displayed on the screen. From the angle of the camera, the blonde had a front row seat of her two friends sucking face.

"Dayum… I didn't think Blondie had it in her," the analyst says as an afterthought while she continues to stare at scene intently. It was weird seeing the usually docile and mild-mannered communications liaison be so aggressive and in control; however, Quinn thought it was kinda awesome that Brittany was finally breaking out of her shell of insecurities and going after what she wanted.

"Yeah… she kinda surprised me too," Santana adds in almost silently, trying to hide the heat forming on her face after visually seeing what had taken place in the parking garage after being yelled at by the blonde. "So, can you help me out? I mean… I'm fine with you – and I'm sure Puck – knowing, but I can't risk anyone else seeing this footage."

"Don't worry, S… I gotcha covered," Quinn easily replies as she begins to work her magic. "I'll just loop the footage from before you guys arrived back from the jet. No one will know the difference… unless they go looking for it, of course."

"Thanks, Q… I owe you," Santana genuinely states, smiling at the blonde.

"No worries…" Fabray simply replies. "Besides… I think this steamy footage of you and Britt is payment enough," she says with a wink.

"I walked right into that one, didn't I?"

Quinn just nods her head at the blushing Latina.

Once Santana leaves Quinn's lair, she makes herself a cup of coffee before easing over to her desk. "Hey Puck," she greets as she takes her seat. After not getting an instant response, the Latina figures that it has something to do with whatever is on the Jewish man's phone that's got him so focused and preoccupied. "Uh, hello?"

"Oh… hey Santana," Noah smoothly states once he realizes that his partner has joined him. "How are you this fine morning?"

Santana instantly quirks up an eyebrow, knowing that her partner is acting stranger than usual. "You're being weird."

"Why I gotta be weird?" The man retorts. "Can't a guy just be happy to see his best friend?"

"No," the Latina deadpans. "You're up to something."

"Me? No… maybe you're up to something," Puck says knowingly. "You do have a certain glow about you this morning," he starts off. Santana's eyes immediately widen at the implication. "Come to think about it, Britt had that same glow when I saw her not too long ago…"

Santana just face plants her head against her desk, knowing that it was only a matter of time before her partner found out about her dalliance with Brittany. She just didn't think it would be so soon.

"So… I'm guessing you heard?" The Latina rhetorically states. "Q probably told you as soon as I left her office."

"Actually, no… although she did send me a video of you and Britt gettin' your mack on last night after everyone left," Noah says as he wiggles his eyebrows. Santana just shakes her head in response. "I could just tell when I talked to her before her assessment. I don't know exactly what happened, but let's just say… Britt was all smiles."

Just knowing that Brittany was still in a fantastic mood this morning after they parted ways made the Latina's heart flutter. Of course, she knew that there was so much that the two of them had to discuss in terms of the next step in their relationship. At the moment, however, Santana was just happy to know that Brittany didn't seem to regret what had taken place between them last night… and this morning.

"I could so tease the hell out of you right now, but I'm not gonna," Puck says as he grabs his partner's attention again. "In all seriousness though… what does this mean for you two?"

"I don't know yet…" Santana says a little worriedly. "We still have to talk about a lot of stuff."

"That's understandable," Noah says sympathetically. "Try not to fret too much though; I don't need you giving yourself a coronary."

The Latina chuckles along with her partner, knowing that worrying about a possible non-existent problem was her specialty. Instead, she decides to take her partner's advice and just relax for the time being. No point in driving herself crazy with the 'what ifs'. "You're right… I'll do my best not to overthink everything until Britt and I actually talk."

"I'm sorry… could you repeat that?" Puck says as a curious look appears on Santana's face. "Y'know… the part about me being right?"

Again, Santana just laughs at her partner. "How bout we get crackin' on these reports."

"Fine…" Noah huffs out, knowing that he would never get the Latina to say those words again.

After spending the last few hours trying to catch up on reports, Santana finds herself too distracted. As she constantly looks up towards the vacant office where her best friend is usually located, she frowns, not having any clue about how the blonde's assessment is going.

"She's gonna be fine. Stop worrying," Noah says perceptively.

"Sorry… can't help it."

"I'm gonna get another cup of Joe. You want any?" Puck states as he stands up from his desk.

"A refill please. Thanks," Santana replies as she hands him her empty mug.

As Puckerman makes his way towards the break room, Santana tries to re-focus her efforts on completing the reports in front of her. However, that's easier said than done, especially when her mind keeps getting clouded by delicious thoughts of a certain blonde.

The previous night…

The entire drive back to her house, Brittany was a nervous wreck. Sure, in the parking garage only moments ago, she seemed very confident and totally in control of herself, but internally... she was literally freaking out. Brittany wanted Santana; there was no question about that. But, once she got the gorgeous Latina back to her place, she wasn't quite sure what to do with her.

However, once she finally did arrive back at home with her best friend in tow, she put her game face on and picked up where they left off. Santana had barely made it across the threshold of the blonde's front door when Brittany grabbed her roughly and started kissing the Latina fiercely. Brittany then backed Santana up against the front door so that she was trapped before directing her hungry lips to the profiler's neck. Santana momentarily got lost in the euphoric bliss of her best friend's mouth devouring her skin; however, the Latina could sense that something wasn't quite right.

"Britt..." Santana tried to say firmly, but ended up moaning out the blonde's name instead. "As much as I'm loving this, can we slow down for a sec?"

Brittany continued her ministrations on Santana's neck, adding her tongue to the party. Maybe she didn't hear the Latina's request... or maybe she was just blatantly ignoring her. Either way, Santana couldn't tell and her resolve was slowly starting to crumble.

"Britt..." the Latina tries again to no avail. The liaison sucks harder on Santana's neck as her hands begin to roam the other woman's body until they found purchase on her ass. Santana was starting to lose her mind with how turned on she was getting from just kissing the blonde. However, she knew that this aggressive behavior from her blonde counterpart seemed a little unusual. "Brittany... stop!" Santana says sternly, but softly as she rests her hands on the blonde's shoulders to lightly put some distance between them.

"What... what's wrong?" Brittany questions with a concerned look on her face once she removes her lips from her best friend's neck.

"Nothing's wrong, Britt... I just think we should hit the brakes for a sec," Santana tries to delicately explain.

"Why? Am I not making you feel good?" Brittany husks out as Santana sees her usually bright blue eyes turn even darker than they were a minute ago. Before she has a chance to respond though, Brittany leans in and captures the profiler's lips again.

Santana's knees start to buckle as she starts to get lost in the warmth of Brittany's lips again. Snap out of it, she yells at herself internally.

"Brittany!" Santana says again as she places her hands on the blonde's face and detaches their lips from one another. "Hey... we don't have to rush this, B. In fact, we don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

"What makes you think that I'm rushing this?" Brittany challenges as she quickly tries to kiss the Latina again. However, Santana holds her head firmly in place. "Isn't that the whole reason we're here?"

"Well, yeah... but we don't have to do this if you're not ready. I just want you to be comfortable," Santana says sincerely.

"Look, I'm a big girl Santana... I'm perfectly capable of making my own decisions," Brittany says defensively as she places her hands on top of the Latina's and removes them from her face. She then takes a few steps back and starts pacing in front of Santana, weaving her hand roughly through her hair.

"Britt, you know that's not what I was implying," Santana starts to say as she takes a hesitant step towards the blonde. However, the icy glare she receives in return makes her stop in her tracks. "All I'm saying is that things have escalated exponentially since we got back to your place. I just want to make sure we're on the same page."

"I didn't hear you complaining a minute ago," the liaison huffs out as she defensively crosses her arms over her chest.

"You're right... I got lost in the moment. It's not every day that the woman of your dreams sticks her tongue down your throat," Santana explains, lightly chuckling. Even though her current facial expression doesn't show it, Brittany is flattered by the compliment. "As much as I want this - you, more specifically - I don't mind waiting. I'd rather impatiently wait than to do something that you're not quite ready for... something that you might have regrets about in the morning."

Brittany doesn't say anything. Instead, she opted to tighten her grip around her chest and roll her eyes at the Latina, seemingly annoyed by her sweet and considerate statement.

"I mean, that's the reason why you're acting like this... right?" Santana inquires as she takes a cautious step towards the blonde, not caring about whatever expression might be present on her face. "It's much easier to just not think about anything and dive in head first instead of admitting to yourself that you're nervous... and maybe just a little bit scared?"

Santana tries to find Brittany's eyes, but the blonde refuses to look at her. As her jaw continues to clench at the profiler's residual words, she finally speaks. "Great... so now you're psycho-analyzing me?"

"No... I would never do that Britt," Santana genuinely states. "I was simply just making an observation about my best friend. To be quite honest," she continues as she takes a step closer to the blonde, "I'm kinda terrified."

Hearing the tremble in Santana's voice, Brittany finally looks back at the Latina, who has the most sincere look on her face. "Why?" Brittany asks, barely audible to the other woman.

"Because... if I think what's gonna happen between us tonight actually does happen, for me... it will be amazing," Santana elaborates, closing her eyes momentarily as vivid images of 'what could be' float through her mind. "But, if you wake up in the morning and feel like this was a mistake... that would kill me."

As Brittany takes in the Latina's words and sees just how vulnerable her usually strong and stoic best friend appears, she can't help but to finally loosen up her defensive stance and wrap her arms around Santana. It was rare moments like these that the blonde truly treasured, getting to see the profiler letting down her walls just enough to let Brittany in.

"I'm sorry that I was in such a rush before. The truth is... I am a little scared, but not for the reasons you think," Brittany whispers into Santana's ear. "I'm scared because I don't want to mess this up. I've never done this with someone I truly cared about before, let alone another woman for that matter. But Santana, make no mistake..." Brittany says as she slightly leans her head back so that she can see the Latina's face, "... I want you; right here, right now."

Santana can practically feel her heart beating out of her chest as her eyes darken. "Well, Pierce... what are you waiting for?" Santana husks out. "Take me."

No other words needed to be spoken as both women bring their lips back together. This time, the kiss isn't rushed and filled with the unknown. Instead, their kisses are filled with passion and purpose. As Brittany slips her tongue into Santana's mouth, both women moan at the sensation.

"Mmm... your lips are so soft and amazing," Brittany says in between kisses. "God... I could just kiss you forever."

"Yeah... I know what you mean," the Latina replies back a little breathlessly.

As the two continue to heavily make out, Santana walks the blond backwards until she is steady against the wall. The Latina then takes the opportunity to move her lips down to the base of the blonde's neck, greedily sucking every bit of skin she can. She then works her way to Brittany's pulse point, reveling in the feeling as she hears Brittany let out a guttural moan as she lightly bites the area, leaving her mark.

"God, Santana… I need to feel more of you," Brittany husks out.

Not needing to be told twice, Santana maneuvers her hands to undo the liaison's blouse, revealing more of the milky white skin that was hidden beneath it. The Latina continues to work her open mouth along Brittany's collarbone and then down in between the valley of her breasts as her hands slide down and simultaneously work on unbuttoning the blonde's skin-tight jeans.

Before proceeding further, Santana takes a minute to pull her face away from Brittany's fluffy pillows to just look at the fine specimen in front of her. "Can I?" she questions, gesturing towards her now still hand that's hovering above the liaison's undid pants.

"Please…" Brittany whimpers out, slightly desperate to finally feel the Latina.

Not wanting to make the blonde wait any longer, Santana slowly dips her left hand into Brittany's underwear while keeping her intense stare locked onto darken blue eyes. When her fingers finally meet wet heat, the profiler nearly loses her shit as Brittany moans out in pleasure. Santana slowly shakes herself out of her Brittany-induced stupor and begins to work her fingers up and down the blonde's core whilst connecting their lips together again. Needing a little more access, Santana takes her free hand and slides it down until it's just below Brittany's ass. Getting the hint without needing her bestie to verbalize it, Brittany gracefully lifts up her left leg – with Santana's help – until she is able to wrap it around the shorter woman. Once Santana has a firmer grip on the blonde and presses her back so that it's more flushed against the wall, Brittany lifts up her other leg so that she's only being supported now by the wall and Santana.

As Santana continues her ministrations, Brittany starts to get a little antsy, growing impatient as she jerks her hips upwards to get more friction. She wants Santana inside her… and she wants her NOW!

"San… please!" The liaison desperately pleads.

"What is it baby?" Santana seductively whispers as she starts sucking on Brittany's neck again. "Tell me what you want."

"For the love of God… put your fingers inside me and FUCK ME!"

The mere tone and veracity of those words are enough to halt Santana in her movements. As she removes her lips from the blonde's neck and slowly tilts her head back, she sees the labored breathing coming from her best friend.

"Too much?" The blonde questions breathlessly as she observes the wide-eyed look of the Latina in front of her.

"A little bit…" Santana responds, still unsure of what just happened. Sure… it's not the first time that a woman's ever said those words – or something very similar – to the tanned skin profiler before or during the act of coitus. However, hearing such foul and erotic language coming out of her best friend's mouth was enough to throw her off her game a little.

"Did I scare you?"

"A little bit…"

"Sorry… you just feel so good; I wanted more," Brittany says a little bashfully, tilting her head down.

"Hey… it's nothing to be embarrassed about," Santana coos. "It just took my head a minute to catch up with everything. I mean, this is huge B… this is you and me. There's no turning back."

"Good…" the liaison says as she gently captures the other woman's lips. "I don't wanna go back."

And with that, Santana smiles into their next kiss as she easily slips two fingers into Brittany. From there, she works effortlessly, thrusting in and out of the blonde until she feels Brittany's walls tightening around her digits and finally releasing the dam of want that she kept locked up tight for so long. As more unexpected expletives and strangled moans of Santana's name fire out of the blonde's mouth, the Latina slowly brings her down and removes her fingers once her body stops convulsing.

"Wow…" Brittany starts to say through deep breaths. "That was… I mean, you are…"

"I hope the ends of these sentences are good," Santana smugly says as she places Brittany's feet back on solid ground. "And just think… I would've made you come much sooner if you were wearing less clothing."

"Don't tempt me, Lopez…" Brittany responds as she attacks the Latina's lips again, pushing her backwards towards her bedroom.

Once they make it there, Brittany quickly straddles Santana as they both fall onto the bed, never breaking their kiss. As she seems a lot more energize than she was a couple of minutes ago, she pulls back slightly so that she can see the profiler's hooded eyes.

As Brittany plays with Santana's fingers, she whispers ever so gently. "Show me what to do."

Knowing exactly what the blonde was referring to, Santana guides Brittany's hand down her chest and places it in between her legs, causing her hand to cup her burning center. "Here…"

From that point on, Brittany took control and did her best to replicate what Santana had done to her. Once she got the hang of it, she basked at the sight of giving the other woman so much pleasure that she came, drowning her fingers in what the liaison described as liquid gold. Once both women had caught their breaths after round two, more clothes were shed and Brittany and Santana spent the remainder of the night – and the early morning hours – exploring each other's bodies like never before.

"Yo, Santana!" Puck says a little louder, shaking his partner's shoulders. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Huh?"

"Dude… you were totally in La La Land," Noah says playfully as he sets down Santana's coffee mug. "So… what were you thinkin' about so hard?"

"Nothin'… I was just wondering how Brittany's assessment is going," Santana says coolly, hoping that her partner would drop the topic.

"Yeah… and I'm a virgin," Puck snickers back sarcastically. "If I was a betting man… I'd say you were thinkin' about some very sexy times with a certain blonde, judging by that goofy ass grin on your face."

"Dude, chill!" Santana scolds, staring death rays into the man. "Remember how this whole thing with me and Britt is supposed to be a secret?"

"Settle down, chica…. no one's even around," Noah responds back. "Plus, I could be talking about any blonde."

Before Santana has a chance to reply, the blonde in question appears.

"What's this I hear about a blonde?" Brittany chirps happily as she arrives at the desk of her two colleagues.

"Hey Britt!" Santana says a little too excitedly.

As she gets up from her desk and takes a step forward towards the blonde, she stops mid-stride. She then holds up her hands, not sure what to do with them. In her mind, she was prepared to walk over to Brittany and give her a hug - and maybe a kiss on the cheek - before she remembered where they were. Now, she's just in this sort of limbo where she's going back and forth between clasping her hands together and then crossing them loosely across her chest. Meanwhile, off to the side, Puck is shaking his head while trying to best not to bust out in laughter over the Latina's awkwardness.

"How'd it go?" Santana finally lands on after mentally cursing herself out.

"I think it went pretty well," Brittany cheerfully replies as she shyly smiles at the Latina. "I won't know anything until tomorrow."

"I'm sure you did great," Puck sincerely states. "And once you get the official news, we'll take you out and get you wasted."

"I would expect nothing less, Noah…" the liaison says back.

"Alrighty… I gotta finish up this last report. Maybe Schue will let me go home early," Puckerman says to no one in particular.

"How bout you, San? How much longer do you have?" Brittany ponders.

"Uh… I'm a little behind," Santana replies honestly. "I've been a little distracted all day."

"Oh… is that a good distracted?"

"The best…"

"Umm… could you guys stop eye-sexing each other?" Noah sternly whispers out. "I'm trying to get some work done."

Both women deeply flush as they begin to scratch an invisible itch on the back of their necks.

"Right… so I should probably get to my office and see what new case files have been stacked up in my absence," Brittany says. "See ya, Noah…" she continues as she subtly grazes Santana's shoulder as she leans down to whisper into her ear. "Have dinner with me tonight?"

Santana just smiles in response as she watches Brittany's retreating form make its way up the stairs and into her office.

"Sounds like someone's getting' laid tonight," Puck crudely states while wiggling his eyebrows.

"You just had to ruin the moment, didn't you?" Santana says, unimpressed.

"Sorry, S… my bad."

Author's Note:

Hey guys! I hope that everyone had a very nice Thanksgiving, gobble gobble! I know that this was supposed to be an update for 3rd & Lucky, but I just couldn't resist. Plus, I figured you guys would appreciate this more, especially after what transpired at the end of the last chapter. Also, I'd like to address what was apparently a major issue with some of you (ie Guests) from last chapter. I got a lot of mixed reviews (again, mostly from guests) about the talk between Brittany and Puck. Just to re-iterate, Puck in no way was threatening Brittany. He was simply just voicing his concerns and trying to have a heart-to-heart with his other close friend. That's it. Period.

As always, thanks for the continued favorites, follows, and reviews. You guys are awesome!

- Kris

*ATTENTION*

To the one Guest that wrote this:

I responded about Puck interfering with Santana and Britt. My response to you is this - 1) I didn't see it as a physics threat. Threats aren't only violent immature. I took it as Puck would give Brittany a hard time if anything happened with Santana. I had apparently wrongly thought Britt and Puck were close as well. I would expect a good mutual friend to be supoortive of both women, not try to tear one down with emotional threats. 2) if you think people are "reading" your characters wrong, why don't you reevaluate the way you write them. Don't get upset with reviewers for reading your words wrong. Your words were confusing, and came across poorly.

And this:

Do you have a thing against guests? I don't have an account here, so I always review as a guest. IT seems like you don't want guests reading or responding to your work. If so, I can stop. I liked the story, but you keep making subtlety nasty comments about guests, and I would prefer not to be insulted. The story is good, but certainly not great.

First off, no... you were not wrong to think that Britt and Puck were close because they are. If you had actually read my story and the explanations I gave to clarify what some of the other guests were misinterpreting instead of finding things to pick at, then maybe that would've been clear to you. Puck is supportive of both women, but for whatever reason, you are having a very difficult time seeing that. Secondly, I'm not upset and gladly accept any criticism that I receive from any reader. That is the reason why I took the time to clarify some things so that the reader could better understand the point I was trying to get across. As far as my words being "confusing" or coming across "poorly"... it seems like everyone else who's reading the story (except for maybe 5 of you) got exactly what I was trying to say so I'm having a hard time understanding why you're getting so hyped up about this.

In other news, I love my guest readers. I don't know where you're getting this thing about me making subtle nasty comments about guests; I simply just stated that the readers that were most concerned or confused about Puck's talk with Britt happened to be guests. If you're taking that personal, then maybe you should stop reading my story because it's clear that it has long surpassed the whole reason why I even write these stories... for entertainment. I'd hate to lose a fan of the story, but at this point, I think it's pretty clear that you are not. In conclusion, to this one particular guest, I will no longer be responding to you because it's pointless and I could be spending this time doing better things, such as writing a new chapter for the readers that actually appreciate my work.