When they get to the restaurant, Brittany briefly wonders if she'll be able to pick them out or if they look anything like Santana, then quickly realizes that picking them out will be very easy. Quinn's description was accurate; they're huge boys, the kind of boys most girls fawn over. And true to what Quinn had said, Brittany hears them before she sees them. Before she even has a chance to process anything, Santana's hand is being ripped away from hers as one of her brothers picks her up and swings her around.

"San!" he yells as he squeezes her tighter. Santana's laughing as she pushes him away. All of the boys look vaguely similar, and Brittany can tell they're related to Santana. They all have the same tan skin, dark hair, and dark eyes. After all four hug their sister, they collectively turn towards her. She had been amused by their reaction to seeing their little sister, but now that they're all looking at her, she feels extremely nervous again.

Noticing this, Santana takes her hand again. "Britt, these are my jerk older brothers, Luis, Diego, Gabe, and Miguel. Guys, this is my girlfriend Brittany."

They had all heard a little about the girl their baby sister is dating, but they weren't exactly sure what to expect when they got here. Of course, they knew she was pretty from the photo Santana had sent. However, they had listened to Santana cry so many times over various girls, things they had done to her, and ways they had treated her that they are skeptical of anyone that gets too close to her at this point. They are all extremely protective and love her very much.

As Santana introduces them to the pretty blonde at her side, however, all thoughts of suspicion just about evaporate from their minds. She stands nervously, clutching Santana's hand like a lifeline, and has unintentionally stepped slightly behind the Latina to nervously shuffle back and forth. When Santana looks back at her and their eyes meet, the four brothers all have a variation of the same thought: baby sister is in love. And they're all pretty certain that the blonde returns those feelings. With that knowledge, Gabe, the same one who spun Santana around moments ago, steps forward to give Brittany a hug—a much gentler hug, since everything about the girl screams nervous, but she hugs him back, and they all smile and say hello to her.

After the hug and once they sit down, Brittany feels a little less nervous. They chat about school, dance, and vague details of Brittany's life. She doesn't go into much detail, especially about her family, and the boys don't push. Being as perceptive as Santana, they can tell that Brittany doesn't much want to rehash the past. Instead, they talk about how Santana and Brittany met and other things that make Brittany smile so big, all her teeth show. By the end of dinner, Brittany is thoroughly impressed. The boys each devoured an appetizer, entrée, and dessert, as well as everything that had been left on her and Santana's plates. No wonder they're so huge. They must also work out a lot, she thinks.

"So are you guys staying at my apartment?" Santana knows it's a possibility. Last time they visited, they stayed at the apartment.

"No way, hermanita. We don't need to hear that."

Santana blushes, while Brittany stands there, confused. She's about to ask Santana what they mean when she figures it out and blushes too. Will they do that tonight? If Santana's brothers were going to be there, obviously not, but now that they're not staying...

"Just be safe," Luis tells Santana and slips something into her hand. Brittany is too far away to see what it is.

Of course, Santana nearly explodes in embarrassment as her brother hands her some condoms. She knows he means it, since Luis is always serious, but all the same, it's mortifying. Preparing to say good night, the boys all hug both girls. Tired from the long drive, her brothers plan to head to their hotel. Santana can't say she's disappointed. They're going to be here until Sunday morning, so there's plenty of time to catch up tomorrow. Plus, she hasn't had much alone time with Brittany lately.

As she drives back to her apartment, Santana gets lost in thought. Is tonight a good time to do what she and Quinn had talked about? She wonders if Brittany is in the mood. "Hey Britt, are you tired?"

"Not really, why?"

"I was wondering if maybe you wanted to, uh...let me, you know..." she trails off awkwardly, cursing herself for not being able to just say the words confidently. She hopes Brittany will catch on.

Thankfully, she does. "I think so, if you want to. I can do stuff to you, too."

Shaking her head, Santana parks the car. She quickly gets out and hurries over to open Brittany's door, pulling her out of the car and into her arms. "I want tonight to be about you. If you really want to, we can do whatever you want, but I mostly just want to make you feel good."

Mouth suddenly dry, Brittany nods. She's nervous, but she wants this, more than anything. Once they enter the apartment, Santana asks Brittany to wait in the living room for a bit. Leaving the blonde there and entering her room, Santana lights a few candles, pulls the covers down on her bed, and puts a bottle of nice lotion on the bedside table. The last thing she does, seriously hoping that all of this will come across as romantic and not terribly cliché, is hit play on a playlist she'd made. "Okay, Britt. You can come in."

When Brittany walks in, her breath catches in her throat. Everything looks so perfect. The room feels warm and is softly lit by candlelight. The low music makes her want to dance, so she places out her hand for Santana to take, then pulls her into her arms. Holding each other tight, they sway for a few moments. Then, Santana lifts her head and kisses Brittany gently. The kiss quickly deepens as she slides one hand around to cup the back of the blonde's neck and places the other on her hip.

Brittany can feel her body heating up, a knot of tension slowly building in her lower belly.

Eventually, Santana pulls away. "I want to give you a massage. Would that be okay?"

Other than at the doctor's from dance injuries, Brittany had never had one. She does know that she wants Santana's hands on her, though, so she nods, but then thinks of something. "Will you change into pajamas first? Or anything. I don't want you to wear those." She brushes her thumb just above Santana's waistband, where her compression shorts are peeking out.

Santana smiles, loving how Brittany always cares about her comfort. "Of course, B. I'll be right back." After grabbing a pair of boxers and a tank top from her dresser, she runs to the bathroom and changes as quickly as possible. Then, she sprints back to the room, trying not to look too eager.

Brittany watches her as she ties her hair up into a messy bun, noting that this is how she likes Santana best. Of course, she's absolutely beautiful all the time, but she's most radiant when she feels completely comfortable.

Walking over to Brittany, Santana puts her arms around her waist. "Can I take your dress off?" Brittany nods, so Santana unzips it before letting it fall gently to the ground, her breath catching at the sight of Brittany in nothing but a strapless bra and panties. Taking her back in her arms and running her hands up and down her back, Santana closes her eyes for a moment at the feel of the blonde's skin. "Okay. Go ahead and lie on the bed, face down." She pecks Brittany's lips before releasing her.

Once Brittany is lying down, Santana gently climbs onto the bed and straddles the blonde, with her knees on either side of Brittany's thighs. Then, she leans over, pressing herself against Brittany, to grab the bottle of lotion. After squirting a good amount in her hands and warming it, she starts massaging Brittany's shoulders. Brittany doesn't think she's ever felt anything so soothing and amazing and can't hold back a small moan. When Santana feels the tension in Brittany's shoulders start to ease, she decides to take it a step further. "Do you mind if I take this off?" she asks quietly, running her finger along the clasp of Brittany's strapless bra. After receiving a headshake, she undoes the clasp, gently pulls the bra out from under Brittany, and throws it across the room.

Then, she puts more lotion in her hands, warming it again, and begins to massage the rest of Brittany's back, loving that she can feel Brittany relaxing under her hands. Over the next 30 minutes, she rubs down Brittany's sides, over her rib cage, across the slight swell of her breasts, down her arms and both hands, the backs of her legs, calves, and, much to Brittany's enjoyment, her feet. Being a dancer, her feet nearly always ache at least a little, and the relief is absolutely heavenly. After Santana massages everything she can reach, she decides to move forward again.

"Would you be okay with rolling over onto your back?" She knows Brittany's recent discomfort with her body caused by her mother hasn't completely disappeared, but she hopes Brittany trusts her enough to believe it when Santana tells her how beautiful she thinks she is. After only a second of hesitation, Brittany very slowly rolls over, and Santana drinks the sight in: Brittany lying on her back, warm and open, eyes sparkling in the candlelight, slightly flushed. Her nipples are hard, and her breathing is just a little heavier than normal.

Recovering, Santana grabs the bottle of lotion again, then starts at Brittany's feet and works her way up her shins and thighs. Then, she lightly grazes over the muscles of her abdomen and ribcage. Once she feels Brittany fully relax again, she trails her fingers up over her breasts and over her nipples as gently as possible. Brittany's breath trembles slightly at the sensation. Her body feels so sensitive. At this moment, she wants nothing more than to have Santana's hands on her body forever. Nothing else could ever feel this good.

Santana cups Brittany's breasts in her hands and makes slight massaging motions, pinching Brittany's nipples lightly. The blonde's chest heaves, her eyes closed and lips parted. Santana leans down to kiss those lips, and Brittany sighs into her mouth, grateful for the contact. They kiss passionately as Santana continues to lightly pinch Brittany's nipples. After a few seconds, she moves the kisses down to her jaw, then across to her ear, where she lightly bites an earlobe. Brittany's breathing gets even quicker. Santana kisses down her neck, sucking gently and earning a quiet moan from her girlfriend.

Next, she trails her tongue down Brittany's collarbone and down over one nipple. Just one lick, then she blows gently on the moistened area. Brittan thrusts her chest towards Santana's mouth, making it very clear what she wants, so Santana takes her nipple gently into her mouth and begins to suck. She can feel Brittany's hips start to move ever so slightly, but she takes her time. Although she doesn't want to tease, she does want to build Brittany up, so after spending a few minutes on her right nipple, kissing, licking, sucking, and blowing, she moves to the left to give it the same treatment.

At this point, Santana thinks that it's time to move on; Brittany's hip movements are bigger, and her moans are coming more frequently. Reluctantly pulling her mouth away from the blonde's breasts, she sits up and unstraddles Brittany's thighs. "Can I take these off?" she asks gently, running her fingers along the low cut band of her panties, making the blonde's breath jump again.

Brittany nods, but before Santana can pull them down, she stops her. "Wait. Could you take off your tank top? I want to see you too."

Happy to oblige, Santana removes her tank top, leaving her top half bare. Brittany quickly pulls her down for another kiss, and both girls moan at the feeling of their naked breasts pressing together. After several minutes of their tongues gently dueling, they pull away. Santana looks into Brittany's eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation. She finds none, so she sits up, hooks her fingers into the waistband of Brittany's underwear, and gently pulls them off.

She runs her fingers up the inside of Brittany's right leg with very light pressure. As her hand travels higher, Brittany spreads her legs slightly. Then, she simply runs her fingers along her hipbones, letting her get used to the feeling of her fingers. When Brittany closes her eyes again and spreads her legs further, Santana takes that as a sign that she's asking for more. Wanting to be sure, as well as wanting Brittany to get used to the idea that she can vocalize what she wants, she asks, "More, Britt?"

"Mhmm," the blonde moans quietly.

With this confirmation, Santana runs a single finger through Brittany's folds from the bottom up to her clit, avoiding the small bundle of nerves, and then back down. Last time she touched Brittany, she was wet, but not like this. She's absolutely soaked right now.

Brittany can feel her hips moving of their own accord as Santana draws gentle circles around her most intimate parts. It feels amazing, even better than last time. She can feel the ball of tension in her lower stomach growing, and it makes her nervous, but she tries her best to relax.

After several minutes of drawing lazy circles, Santana starts to tighten them so that she's gently circling around Brittany's clit, occasionally brushing right over it with her fingertip. Whenever this happens, Brittany bucks up into her hand. When Brittany's head starts to tilt back as she bites her lip, and her hips cant forward in search of something, Santana slowly moves her finger downwards. Upon reaching her center, she circles the hole a few times, making sure her finger is soaked in Brittany's juices, and then as Brittany gently bucks her hips toward her hand, Santana sinks one finger inside of her.

Brittany moans loudly at the feeling of being penetrated by Santana's finger. Briefly pausing, Santana lets Brittany get used to the sensation before she pulls out and pushes back in. After a few minutes of this, Brittany feels like the tension in her lower abdomen has grown tenfold. She doesn't know how much more she can take.

Santana continues to work her finger in and out, loving the feel of being inside Brittany, the warm heat that surrounds her, the scent of Brittany's arousal. She desperately wants to taste her but isn't going to do that until they've talked about it. Instead, she runs her thumb back up to Brittany's clit and continues to make circles. As she fingers a little harder and faster, she thinks she can feel Brittany getting closer. Her inner walls are tightening, as if her body is trying to keep her finger inside of her. Her little mewls and pants are getting louder and more frequent. After getting Brittany this close and keeping her there for a while, though, she starts to get nervous that she isn't doing something right.

Just when Santana is going to ask Brittany what she wants, hoping to figure out what she's doing wrong, she notices the blonde's hands clutching the sheets. More contact, the Latina thinks. Stilling her finger but keeping it inside of her, she shifts so that she's laying down, one of her legs crossed over Brittany's and laying partially on top of her torso. Then, as Brittany opens her eyes to ask if she wants to stop, she slides her arm behind her shoulders and pulls the blonde tight to her, kissing her deeply. As she removes her finger, she feels Brittany pout, but then quickly enters Brittany again with two fingers, filling her even more. Brittany's eyes squeeze shut, and a moan that sounds more like a squeak escapes her mouth.

Brittany's arms fly around Santana, clutching her closer, and she quickens the pace. Brittany moves her hips in time with Santana's thrusts, allowing her to go deeper. On one particular thrust, Santana hits a series of ridges inside Brittany that causes her to moan even louder. Quickly figuring out that it's her g-spot, she curls her fingers upwards and continues to thrust, hitting the spot every time. Brittany starts to shake in her arms, and she kisses the blonde's sweaty forehead. "You're so beautiful, Brittany. So amazing. I could do this forever," she moans into her ear.

As the blonde begins to shake more violently, Santana speeds up the circles her thumb is making on her clit, careful to maintain the rhythm of her fingers inside the blonde. Brittany can feel something happening, and she isn't sure what it is. "San, I don't—oh," she moans. "San, what—" another moan.

"Let go, baby. Just let go. Come for me," Santana whispers in her ear. Pulling Brittany as tight to her as she can, she circles her clit even faster, flicking it a few times.

All of a sudden, Brittany sees white, and a strangled cry erupts from her mouth. Santana feels her walls clamp down tightly on her fingers, which she slows but doesn't stop. Brittany's arms lock around her tightly as her entire body stills for a brief second, and then she starts to shake even harder as her walls convulse around Santana's fingers. She can feel the blonde's nails digging into her back as she helps her ride out her orgasm, laying kisses all over the blonde's sweaty face. After what feels like several long minutes, the muscles in Brittany's arms start to unlock, so she pulls her fingers out from inside her and attempts to loosen her hold on the blonde, thinking she might need some room to breathe. However, Brittany clutches her even tighter, so Santana brings her other arm up to circle her completely, surrounding her with as much of herself as she can, because that's clearly what Brittany needs at the moment.

After several long minutes, Brittany's breathing starts to hitch, and Santana hears a small sob. "Baby, what's wrong?" She gets no response and starts to panic. "Brittany, baby, did I hurt you? Please tell me what's wrong."

"I'm not broken," Brittany sobs into Santana's chest. "He didn't break me. You fixed it."

Santana feels tears in her eyes as she nods. "I would do anything for you, baby. Absolutely anything." She continues to hold Brittany as her sobs slowly subside.

"I'm sorry I cried. That was a stupid time to cry," Brittay says with a hiccup.

"Stop it. It was a big moment, a big release. You're allowed to cry. Did it feel good?"

Brittany nods and pulls away to look at her, her blue eyes brighter than she's ever seen them. "It felt more amazing than anything ever. I hope we can make it happen again."

"Oh, I will. Don't you worry." Santana laughs and kisses the top of Brittany's head as Brittany pulls herself in tighter. She feels Brittany yawn.

"Good." As Brittany shifts to try and get closer, she feels something pressing into her stomach. "I can help you with that," she mumbles sleepily, trying to move her arm in between them.

Santana becomes aware of how hard she is at the same time Brittany does, but finds that she doesn't really want to do anything about it. Mostly, she just wants to continue holding Brittany, to make sure the blonde can feel exactly how much she cares, to make her feel safe. "Another time, B. Right now, I really just want to hold you."

Brittany nods, eyes already closed, sleep coming quickly. As Santana feels the blonde's breathing even out, she smiles to herself. She just gave Brittany something nobody else ever has, and she's extremely happy about it. She made Brittany feel comfortable and safe enough to let go. Taking a deep breath, she kisses the top of the sleeping girl's head once more, thinking about the short time they've known each other. It hasn't been very long, but that doesn't matter. She knows what she feels, and tonight only solidified it. She loves Brittany. Surprisingly, it doesn't scare her at all, and she too drifts off to sleep.