When she sees her girlfriend get slapped by the fucker and fall to the ground, Santana loses her mind. Screaming and running towards him, she kicks off her heels, ready to rip his head off, when she feels something grab her around the middle so hard it knocks the wind out of her. Thrashing, kicking, and screaming, she struggles to free herself, her only thought being that she needs to get to Brittany.
Luis is glad Santana hadn't thought to remove her heels sooner, because he's pretty sure she would've beat him to whatever is going on. He has no idea what all of this is about, but he knows that his baby sister is now flailing around, trying to get to Brittany, who just got hit by some guy. "Guys, go get him!" he yells at his brothers.
"Way ahead of you!" Gabe yells back as they run towards Brittany, Mike, and Tommy. Brittany is only mildly aware of what's happening around her. Her ears are still ringing. All of the old feelings Tommy used to trigger—fear, hatred, self-loathing—are starting to creep back in.
Watching her cower on the ground before him with grim satisfaction, Tommy winds up to kick her for good measure. She deserves it, the little whore.
Miguel sees Tommy's leg move backwards and instantly understands what he's about to do. No fucking way. He sprints there just in time, grabs him by the collar, and throws him to the ground away from her. "Hell no, asshole. I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you are about to be in a world of hurt."
When Gabe and Diego arrive to flank Miguel, Tommy realizes he's outnumbered and turns to leave.
"Oh no, you don't, you coward." Diego catches him by the arm. "Let's go over there and talk this out." The three boys drag him to the other side of the building, out of sight.
"Santana, calm down." Santana is still struggling against Luis, even though she just saw her other brothers drag Tommy away. She needs to go after him, to hurt him. "Santana, stop fighting me! They've got him. Brittany needs you."
That snaps her out of it. Brittany needs me, she thinks. Brittany. She looks over at the blonde, who's still kneeling on the ground with her face in her hands as Mike hovers over her, unsure of what to do. Santana immediately stops struggling and Luis releases her. She scrambles towards Brittany and kneels on the ground next to her, not even registering the freezing ground on her bare skin.
She puts her hand on Brittany's back and feels Brittany flinch away from her. "Britt, baby, it's me. Shhh. I'm here. He's gone," she whispers as comfortingly as she can through her own tears. "Baby, please, come back to me." As she gently pulls one of Brittany's hands away from her face, she meets a half second of resistance. Then, Brittany looks up at her and quickly climbs into her lap, sobbing and burying her red face in Santana's hair. Santana holds her tight as Brittany clutches desperately to her.
After a few minutes, Brittany's sobs start to slow. "Did he hurt you?" she chokes out.
Santana then realizes that Brittany hadn't seen her brothers. Wait. Why are her brothers here? So many questions. "No. Miguel, Gabe, and Diego took him away. We're okay. They'll protect both of us. I'm so sorry I wasn't here to stop him, baby." Santana feels her own tears falling down her face now.
Brittany takes a few seconds to simply look at her before gently pressing her lips to Santana's trembling, pouting ones. She knows better than to say that it's not her job to protect her, because she gets it; if Tommy had hit Santana, she would've killed him. "I probably shouldn't have lunged at him."
"Why did you?"
"He called me a whore and was calling you names. I wasn't going to let him do that." Brittany sniffs, still trying to stop the tears. Despite everything, she's proud of herself. She stood up to him. And when he knocked her down, there were lots of other people who stood up for her too. She's never felt more grateful for the community she's found here. "When did your brothers get here?"
"No idea. We'll have to ask them. Are you okay, Brittany?"
"It still hurts a little, but I'm okay."
"Do you want me to take you home? We can cuddle. I'll make hot chocolate."
Brittany shakes her head. "No. He's not ruining anything else for me. I'm going to do curtain call and see Sam and Mercedes and Quinn, and then you and I are going to New York City for our epic date. Like we planned. I won't let him ruin this for us. Okay?'
"Okay, B." Santana kisses Brittany gently before taking her face into her hands and examining where he hit her. It will likely bruise, but she'll be fine. Plus, she's right; that asshole shouldn't get to ruin anything for them. For a few more minutes, they simply sit and hold each other, everyone around them trying to not interrupt the moment.
"I'm sorry, Britt, San, but curtain call is soon," Mike says hesitantly. He heard her say she wanted to go and doesn't want her to miss the opportunity. She deserves that applause.
"Can you see a mark? Do I have cry eyes?" Brittany asks as Santana pulls her to her feet. They're both shivering despite, at some point, having been wrapped in two giant coats that smell of her brothers.
After placing a gentle kiss there, Santana pulls Brittany's hair forward so it covers the red spot on her face. "I'm sorry. This is gross, but it has to be done." She licks both of her thumbs, then runs them under Brittany's eyes to wipe the smudged makeup off.
Once Brittany no longer looks like she's been crying, she and Mike go back inside.
Santana turns to her brothers. "Do you guys know where my shoes are?" Miguel hands them to her. After putting them back on, she takes Luis's hand. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"You've got some pretty powerful kicks, baby sis, but no. I'm fine. Let's try to get back in to clap for Brittany." As stealthily as one girl and four giant men can, they sneak into the side entrance, just in time to see the house lights come up. As soon as Brittany appears, she cheers as loudly as she can, but she's drowned out by the sea of noise that is her brothers. She thinks she's never loved them more than she does now, hearing them cheer for Brittany just as loudly as they always cheered for her.
Looking out into the audience, Brittany sees Sam, Quinn, and Mercedes stand up, cheer, and clap for her with slightly confused expressions. She both sees and hears the roar of sound from Santana and her brothers. What she doesn't expect, though, is the sea of strangers giving her a standing ovation. She beams and waves before stepping back to let the rest of the performers take their bows.
While waiting out back for Brittany as planned, Santana suddenly thinks of something. "Where's Tommy?"
"You don't need to worry about that, sis. We suspect when he wakes up tomorrow, he'll be apt to never speak to her again. But if he comes anywhere near you or her, you call me, okay? Seriously, Santana. If either of you ever feels like you're in danger, from anything at all, call us. Promise?"
"I promise."
When Brittany comes out with Mike, they all cheer again. Sam tries to ask what happened, but Santana says that she'll tell them after break and that everything is okay. All three of them nod.
As Brittany smiles and hugs everyone, they all gush about how amazing she and Mike were. While Santana's glad that Brittany's getting the praise she absolutely deserves, she desperately wants to take Brittany away from this place and start their romantic vacation. They need it. Sam, Quinn, and Mercedes leave after the girls promise to text them once they get to the hotel. Luis offers to follow them to the hotel, just in case, but Santana assures her brothers that they'll be fine and promises to call if anything comes up. Brittany hugs and thanks them again, and tells them she's excited to be spending the holiday with them. Then, the brothers leave too.
After Santana and Brittany stop at her dorm to grab her bag, they finally set out for New York. During the drive, they sing to each other and dance in their seats and laugh and talk about nothing serious. They stop to get fast food, because Santana can hear Brittany's stomach growling, and eat it in the car, laughing at the ketchup on each other's faces.
The hotel is beautiful. Brittany swears she'll explore more tomorrow, but tonight, she only wants to look at Santana. When they get up to their room, Brittany hangs the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door and locks it.
"You ready for bed, B? I bet you're tired." Santana turns around and is met with a look from Brittany that very clearly says she's not tired.
"I want to shower," she replies.
From the look in the blonde's eyes, Santana hopes she means together, but she also feels bad suggesting anything like that after the night Brittany just had. "With me?" she asks, to make sure.
Without answering, Brittany peels Santana's coat off her shoulders, then unzips her dress. Santana steps out of her heels as Brittany pulls the tight dress down her body. She wasn't wearing a bra, so she now stands in front of Brittany in just her compression shorts. Spinning Brittany around, she unzips her dress as well before pulling it down and unhooking her bra. They help each other out of their underwear before Brittany takes Santana's hand and pulls her into the gorgeous bathroom.
They take their time washing each other's hair and lovingly massaging skin with soap until they're both clean, touching and kissing the entire time, so it's no surprise that Santana is already hard. While Brittany didn't avoid touching her dick, she purposely didn't touch her yet in the way that Santana desperately wants. Then, Brittany pushes her into a corner of the shower stall and kneels on the ground in front of Santana. The sight makes Santana even harder, if that's possible.
She gasps as Brittany grasps her lightly and gives her shaft a few pumps before, while looking into Santana's eyes, taking her tip into her mouth and sucking gently. "Fuck, Britt." It's been too long. Brittany takes more of her into her mouth, sucking firmly. Santana is thankful Brittany doesn't appear to be in a teasing mood. The blonde sucks as much of her into her mouth as she can, still pumping the base and gently stroking her balls. "Oh god Britt, don't stop." Brittany shakes her head to indicate no, she has absolutely no intentions of stopping.
Santana braces herself against the wall with both hands, trying to keep from coming too quickly, because she never wants this to stop. Brittany isn't complaining. She loves having Santana in her mouth, the way she tastes, the sounds she makes, how all of Santana's muscles are tensed in pleasure. She loves everything about this. Before long, though, Santana can't stop herself. "Gon' come, babe," she says through gritted teeth. Brittany increases the suction and feels Santana's cock jerk, then her hot cum spill into her mouth, as she swallows every drop.
"God, B," Santana moans as she starts to slip down the wall. Brittany releases her softened cock and takes Santana into her arms, helping to lower her carefully to the ground. She holds her until Santana becomes coherent again. "Amazing. You. Are. Amazing." She punctuates each word with a kiss. Then, she ungracefully scrambles to her feet and helps Brittany stand up. After shutting off the water, she presses Brittany against the wall and kisses her fiercely. "Bed. Now."
They get onto the bed, on top of the covers, and Santana quickly climbs on top of the blonde, who pulls her down into a heated kiss. Brittany loves this, feeling Santana's full weight on top of her as their tongues tangle together. Soon, the need coils deep in her stomach as she starts to roll her hips, trying to get any kind of friction. Santana takes the hint and quickly begins to kiss her way down Brittany's neck and to her collarbone. She's anxious to taste her again. They haven't been able to since the first time, and she desperately wants to.
Reaching the swell of Brittany's breasts, she takes a nipple in her mouth and sucks tenderly. Then, she switches to the other breast, taking the nipple in her mouth as she rolls the first, now-moist nipple between her finger and thumb. Brittany is panting and rolling her body underneath Santana, making it clear how much she needs her. Continuing her journey downwards, Santana traces the toned line down her abdomen with the tip of her tongue, then circles her belly button. Santana hears Brittany's sharp intake of breath. Someday, Santana swears she'll get to a place where she can stand to tease the blonde. Right now, though, she wants nothing more than to please her.
When Brittany feels Santana's hot breath on her slit, she rolls her hips, trying once again to get any friction. "Please," she begs. Santana uses her fingers to spread Brittany's folds and lays a kiss on her clit. "Ungh, more," Brittany moans at the contact. Obediently, Santana swirls her tongue around her clit before licking down to her center and back up. Brittany's writhing beneath her, and she needs to hold the blonde's hips down in order to maintain contact. "San, please," Brittany desperately needs to come. The tension's been building in her since the start of the drive; she nearly came while sucking Santana off, and she's been close since that first kiss to her clit. "Fingers." Seeing and hearing her girlfriend's desperation, instead of using one finger first like usual, she immediately slides two in. "Oh god," Brittany moans, matching Santana's thrusts with the movement of her hips.
Santana feels her walls flutter and knows she's close. She flicks her clit quickly a few times with her tongue, then sucks gently. She repeats this pattern until she feels Brittany's walls start to tighten. "Fuck, you're so hot. Come for me, baby," she rasps into the dimly-lit room. As stars explode behind her eyes, Brittany screams Santana's name, followed by a long, high-pitched moan. Santana continues to suck and finger her through her orgasm. After Brittany collapses, Santana gently licks her swollen folds a few more times before crawling back up and taking her into her arms. Holding her tight, she tries to ignore her throbbing erection.
Once the aftershocks start to fade, Brittany looks up to see Santana gazing lovingly at her. There is no mistaking the emotions playing behind her eyes, and it makes Brittany want more. "I want you."
"You have me." Santana kisses Brittany gently.
"No. I want you inside of me." Santana's eyes snap open wide, and if Brittany hadn't wanted it so badly, she might have laughed. "Please. I'm ready. Are you ready?"
Santana swallows and nods. She's ready. She wants to make love to Brittany, more than she's wanted anything in her life. Trying to convey everything she's wanted to say up until this point, she kisses her again, passionately. Then, she untangles herself from Brittany, who lays herself flat again, spreading her legs. Santana gulps; she's nervous, wanting this to be amazing, but she's only done this once before, and it was nothing like this. After wrapping her arms around Santana's neck, Brittany nods at Santana, who has settled herself between Brittany's hips. The tip of her cock is leaking precum against Brittany's wet folds.
"Wait."
Santana stops, fearing that she's gone too far, too fast.
"I have to tell you something first, before we do this." Brittany takes a deep breath. "You don't have to say anything back. Please don't feel obligated at all. But...I love you, Santana. I love you so much. More than anything or anyone ever." She watches Santana's eyes fill with tears. "Please don't cry," she whispers.
"I'm just so happy. I've been wanting to say it for so long. I love you too, Brittany. I'm completely, totally, irrevocably in love with you." She captures Brittany's lips with her own again. After kissing tenderly for a few minutes, she feels Brittany reach down between them and gently guide her toward her opening. Following her lead, Santana slowly presses her hips down and in, slipping just the head of her dick between Brittany's folds and past the ring of muscle. "Are you okay?" She pants into Brittany's ear. It's taking every ounce of her self-control to not just slide all the way in, but she refuses to hurt Brittany. The blonde's eyes are closed, and her nose is scrunched up a little, but she nods and presses her hands into the small of Santana's back, urging her to keep going. Inch by inch, Santana slowly eases herself deeper. Soon, her hips press against Brittany's center, and her entire length is buried inside her. "Are you okay, baby?"
"Mhmm. Can I have a second?"
"You can have as much time as you want." Keeping her hips still, she leans her head down to kiss and lick Brittany's neck.
Soon, the tension in Brittany's body eases, and she opens her eyes. "I feel so full."
Santana moves her lips back up to Brittany's mouth. What starts out as a slow kiss quickly becomes heated. Soon, Santana feels Brittany rock under her, so she starts to gently move in and out. She's so tight and wet and hot. Santana feels so close to her, like nothing could ever pull them apart. Looking deep into Brittany's eyes, she can't stop the emotions from flowing out of her. "I love you," she pants as she continues thrusting in and out of Brittany.
"I love you too. You feel so good inside me, Santana." She kisses her. "Faster," Brittany urges, so Santana quickens her pace, pulling almost all the way out before quickly pushing back in. "Unh, baby, so good." Brittany wraps one of her legs around Santana's waist so that she can go even deeper. As she's buried inside her girlfriend, Santana admires how beautiful she looks with her eyes hooded, pupils blown with lust and love. Santana feels the telltale stirrings in her abdomen and knows she isn't going to last much longer. Brittany's lips part, her body rocking with the force of Santana's thrusts. "So good," Brittany moans again.
Loving the incoherent noises Brittany's making, Santana picks up the pace before she realizes she can't hold back much longer. "Britt, I'm gonna come." Her voice is panicked.
Knowing that Santana's worried she hasn't come yet but completely unconcerned with that, Brittany locks both legs behind Santana and presses her inside as deep as she possibly can. She kisses her deeply, and a few small thrusts later, she feels Santana's cock twitch, followed by spurts of hot come filling her. The Latina is moaning and gasping, eyes shut tight in pleasure. Brittany doesn't think she's ever seen anything as beautiful as Santana orgasming on top of her. Once she feels Santana's dick start to soften, she pulls Santana down on top of her and flips them onto their sides. Holding her tight to her chest, Brittany hums softly into Santana's ear, "My beautiful girlfriend. I love you." After a few minutes, she feels Santana begin to stir, and her now-softened cock slips out of her, making her pout at the empty feeling. She hears Santana mumble something into her chest. "What was that, baby?"
"You didn't come." Santana pouts.
"No, but that's okay. I don't care. It wasn't about that. This was the most amazing evening. I made love to my girlfriend."
Santana smiles and buries her face back into Brittany's chest. "I love you. I want to say it a thousand times. I've wanted to say it for so long."
Brittany giggles, giddy with happiness at hearing the words come out of Santana's mouth. "Me too. I love you so much. I'm so glad I'm here with you."
"Me too, baby. Can I hold you? Roll over." Once Brittany does so, Santana holds her close, loving the feeling of having the blonde in her arms. "Are you still feeling okay after what happened tonight?"
Brittany settles herself into Santana's arms and takes a second to answer truthfully. "I think I am...but the idea that he thinks he can just show up in my life whenever he wants is scary."
"He won't again. My brothers straightened him out...or crunched him up. One of the two." Brittany smiles at Santana's joke. "I promise, I'll do everything I can to protect you."
Brittany nods. Although she doesn't know if her fear of him will ever completely fade, she knows she's okay. "Just hold me, okay?"
"Just try stopping me." Santana kisses her shoulder as she tightens her arms. "I love you, Britt."
Brittany's face breaks out into a smile that Santana can't see but can hear in her response, "I love you too. Hearing that is never going to not make my heart flutter."
"Good."
Brittany lays her head on Santana's chest, and the two girls wrap all their limbs together, so they don't know what's Brittany and what's Santana. As one, they drift off to sleep.