When Santana wakes up the next morning, it's to kisses on her neck. Where there was previously a beautiful blonde tucked tightly into her chest, there's now one straddling her. She hears a small giggle and feels more kisses. Fighting to wake up completely, or at least enough to use words, she smiles a little and swallows in preparation to speak when she feels Brittany's lips close around one of her nipples and suck gently. Her breath catches. Brittany sucks a little harder, and Santana moans.

"Good morning, baby," Brittany says, words slightly muffled by Santana's breast, which the blonde is still happily attending to.

"G'morning. Uh, Britt. What're you doing?" She moans as her girlfriend pinches one nipple between her fingers, still sucking on the other. Brittany runs her free hand down Santana's body and cups her hard cock. Morning wood, combined with waking up like this, has Santana harder than she's ever been.

"I thought that was obvious. Want me to stop?"

"No!" Santana practically yells, and she can feel Brittany shake with laughter. "Please don't."

Brittany grasps the waistband of her boxers and pulls them down, careful to not catch them or rub too hard on Santana's extremely sensitive dick. Santana assumes Brittany will then grab her and give her a wonderful handjob. Instead, as soon as she feels the blonde's warm hand grasp the base of her dick, she feels a warm breath on it as well.

Before she can even process what's happening, she feels a warm, wet mouth around the sensitive head. Brittany sucks gently before flicking the slit with her tongue. Wanting to see Santana's reaction, she looks up. Santana is propped up on her elbows, watching Brittany, desperately focusing on not coming too early. But when Brittany makes eye contact with her, she isn't sure how much longer she'll last.

The blonde uses her pointed tongue again to run along the slit, tasting the precum there. Then, she takes the full head back in her mouth and starts to slide down, taking Santana as deep as she can. When Santana feels her tip hit the back of Brittany's throat, she has to fight to keep from bucking her hips. She doesn't want to hurt Brittany.

Brittany hollows her cheeks and pulls her head up, only to drop back down again quickly. She bobs her head up and down a few times, and using some of the wetness that has accumulated, she starts to stroke her dick at the same pace. When she gets back up to the tip, she lets Santana's dick fall out of her mouth with a wet pop, then runs her tongue up the sensitive underside, causing Santana to hiss and moan her name.

The Latina fights the urge to close her eyes. She wants to watch the entire thing.

Brittany circles Santana's head with her tongue several times before swallowing it once more, finding that for the first time ever, she doesn't mind the taste at all. She loves the tiny, high-pitched noises Santana is making and the way she moans her name every few seconds. As Brittany bobs her head up and down, she runs both hands up the outsides of the Latina's thighs, over her hips, and grasps her waist, wanting to feel more connected. Santana feels her lips and tongue moving upwards again, and to her dismay, she lets her dick fall from her lips. Then, Brittany stares her right in the eyes and lays a series of small fluttering kisses, first to the slit, then to the sensitive underside of the head, all the way down to her balls, and then with a broad lick, makes her way back up.

Santana feels her muscles involuntarily tighten and knows she can't hold back much longer. "Oh fuck, Britt, I'm gonna come." She's going to shoot any second. "Britt, you don't have to…" While jacking her off, Brittany takes the tip back into her mouth and sucks. The message is clear. Seconds later, Santana lets out a long moan and shoots the first string into Brittany's mouth.

Brittany swallows and continues sucking. With her left arm, she circles around Santana's back, doing what she can to hold her as she comes. As Santana empties her load into the blonde's mouth, she continues to suck gently, swallowing every drop. Then, she gently releases her cock, laying one more small kiss to the tip before crawling back up to lay beside Santana.

The Latina climbs into her arms, and Brittany strokes the skin on her back, feeling Santana's leg muscles continue to twitch. She desperately wants to kiss Santana but doesn't know if that would be okay; Tommy had never let her. As if reading her mind, Santana looks up at Brittany, eyes wide and wanting. "Please kiss me."

"I'm allowed to?" Brittany whispers.

"Please. I need you closer." As Brittany captures the brunette's lips in a gentle but passionate kiss, Santana moans at the taste of herself still in Brittany's mouth. She can't believe that just happened. "That was so amazing. Perfect. That was my first time with...you know, oral sex."

Brittany pauses. "That was your first blowjob?" She feels Santana nod. "You gave me my first orgasm, and I gave you your first blowjob." She likes that they still have some firsts left to give each other and wishes that Santana could have been all of her firsts. "I've never had oral sex given to me either."

"Really?" Santana asks, then guesses she shouldn't be surprised. That would have been purely for Brittany's pleasure, so why would her ex have ever done that?

"Yeah, Tom—" Brittany's interrupted by Santana putting a finger to her lips.

"Don't say his name while we're naked, B. It feels wrong."

Brittany nods in agreement. "He said it was gross, so we never did it. It probably wouldn't have been good anyway."

"So you don't want to try it?"

Brittany senses a bit of disappointment in Santana's tone. "Why? Do you? I wouldn't want to make you—"

"You wouldn't be making me! I really want to try." That's the truth. She's never done it before, but just the thought of it turns her on.

"But what if it's gross...like, what if I'm gross?"

"It won't be, and you're not. I've seen you. You're definitely not gross. But I don't want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable."

"I want to try it," Brittany says with resolve in her voice. "I want to give you every first I have left. But...could we try it right after I take a shower, so you're less likely to think I'm gross?"

Santana feels a rush of sadness at Brittany's deep-seated insecurity, but she pushes it down, smiles, and kisses the tip of Brittany's nose. "If that's what you want, that's what we'll do. I'm really excited to try. I love making you feel good."

Brittany loves the honesty in Santana's voice and is starting to get excited by the idea too. "Great! For right now, though, cuddle," she demands, pulling Santana back down, who giggles and wraps all her limbs around the blonde. "Tell me something I don't know about you," Brittany says, running her fingers up and down the Latina's spine, loving the feeling of her warm, soft skin under her fingertips.

"Hmm...I can't hula-hoop. Now you tell me something."

"I desperately wish I could have a cat. I've never had one, but I've always loved them."

"If only you didn't live in a dorm. Tell me something you like about yourself." Santana kisses the skin just below Brittany's collarbone.

"I like that I'm an awesome dancer. I don't think it's natural talent or whatever. I think it's practice. I used to dance all the time, for hours and hours and hours every day. It was the only thing that made me happy."

Santana kisses her skin again. "I can't wait to see you dance."

"I can't wait to hear you sing."

"I'm surprised you haven't yet. I sing all the time. I can sing for you tonight, if you want."

Brittany's face breaks out into a huge grin. "Please. I can't dance for you tonight though...unless we go to the studio, but I didn't sign up for any time. I'll break everything in your living room if I try to dance here."

Santana laughs. "Well, do you plan on dancing for the talent show thing?"

"I actually forgot about that. Maybe. Are you doing it?"

"Mercedes is on the planning committee and is forcing me."

"Sign me up then. It'll be fun. Maybe I'll dance and sing. I can't sing well, but I like to try."

"When is your first dance concert? I know they have them like three times a year."

"The first one is in late November, but I doubt I'll get into that one. Fingers crossed, though. Auditions aren't too far away."

"You'll be amazing." Santana hears her phone go off and kisses Brittany before picking it up to check the text. "My brothers want to know if we want to go swimming at the hotel. Do you want to?"

Brittany's eyes go wide. "Yes! Oh my god, yes! I love swimming in hotel pools. I need to go get my swimsuit though."

"Okay. Let me change, and then we'll go. We can just grab some cereal bars for now, and then we can go out for lunch with my brothers."

Brittany lets Santana go, so she can get up. She can't stop herself from feeling slight arousal in the pit of her stomach as she watches Santana walk over to her dressers.

"I don't want to put these stupid things on." Frustration evident in her voice, Santana throws her compression shorts on the bed, then notices Brittany staring at her, a faint smile on her lips. "Britt!"

"Huh?"

"You're staring."

Brittany breaks out of her daze as Santana hits her in the face with a pair of board shorts. "Can you blame me? God, you're sexy." Santana ducks her head. "What were you saying? I'm sorry."

"Just that I don't want to wear stupid compression shorts. I hate wearing them swimming more than I hate wearing them in general."

"Then don't wear them, babe. You shouldn't feel like you have to. We talked about this. You should only wear them if you want to. If you don't want to, then don't."

"What if someone can tell about my" she gestures to her currently naked lower half and briefly wonders when she got so comfortable around Brittany that she can just stand in front of her naked. Then, she gets distracted, because now Brittany's standing, and she is also naked.

One corner of Brittany's lip lifts in a smirk. She likes that Santana is looking. Walking over, she wraps the shorter girl in her arms. "So what if they can?" She kisses the Latina's forehead. "They wouldn't be able to confirm anything, and I doubt anybody will notice anyway."

"It wouldn't embarrass you to be with me if someone said something?"

Brittany shakes her head, lips still pressed to Santana's skin. "No. Anna said things, and I didn't care. Why would I care? In case you haven't noticed, I'm a fan of your penis. Someone else mentioning it wouldn't make me feel anything, unless it made you uncomfortable, in which case, I'd want to protect you from that. Not because I'm embarrassed, though. I feel lucky to be seen with you, to be your girlfriend."

Santana thinks her heart might explode with all the feelings she has for Brittany. She loves that Brittany is just as protective of her as she is of the blonde. Plus, the fact that she just said she likes her penis doesn't hurt. "I'm not going to wear them."

"Good. Now get dressed. I want to swim." She smacks the Latina's butt, earning a squeal. After Santana slips on her board shorts, a bikini top, a tank top, and a hoodie, she turns around to see Brittany throwing on her clothes from yesterday.

Once they get to Brittany's dorm room, she opts to run up alone and get changed quickly, promising Santana once again that she'll get to see her room soon. When she gets upstairs, Rachel is sitting on her bed with some books. Brittany waves in greeting and quickly goes to her closet to find her swimsuit.

"Hello Brittany. I haven't seen you much lately."

"Yeah, I've been busy," she says offhandedly.

After a pause, she hears Rachel speak in a much different tone than Brittany is used to hearing. "Brittany, can I ask you a question?"

Intrigued, Brittany turns around to look at the shorter brunette. "Yeah, go ahead."

"Do you not like living with me? It's just...I never see you. You're only here when you sleep or if you're picking stuff up. I'm sure you've made tons of friends already, but I just...well, I'm sure you won't be surprised to hear I haven't really made any."

"I like living with you." She feels really bad; she had always assumed that when Rachel isn't here, she's off with her friends. If she'd known about Rachel's struggles, she would have made more of an effort. "I'm sorry I'm always coming and going. And I don't really have many friends, just a few and my—" She wants to tell Rachel about Santana but doesn't know how Rachel will take it. She thinks it probably isn't something to just throw out there; it deserves a real conversation. "My dance classes," she covers, "take a lot of rehearsal time. But we should hang out sometime soon." When the tiny diva smiles, Brittany knows she said the right thing.

"Okay!" When Rachel then launches into a story about one of her classes, Brittany decides to just change right there, and Rachel turns her head, unphased. After she's done, she grabs her LOPEZ hoodie, apologizes to Rachel for having to leave, and runs back out to meet Santana.

"I love when you wear that hoodie."

"Good, because it's my favorite one."

Once they arrive at the hotel and get out of the car, Santana is struck by a sudden flash of insecurity. "Hey B," she says in a small voice. "Can you come here?"

"What's up, babe?" The Latina looks like she's trying to curl in on herself. Brittany puts a finger under her chin and lifts until their eyes meet. "Tell me, San."

"Can you see anything? You can't tell, can you?"

Brittany hates that the world has made Santana feel like this. She gives her a peck, then steps back to get a good look. "Turn to the side." Santana does so. "Okay, honestly, I can tell just a tiny bit, but I promise if I didn't already know, and if I wasn't looking for evidence, I wouldn't be able to tell."

"Promise?"

"I would never, ever lie to you."

Linking hands, they head up to the room that Diego texted Santana earlier. Soon, they're swept up in hugs from the older boys. "Pool time!" Gabe yells, punching Miguel in the shoulder, who promptly tackles him to the bed in a vicious headlock. After several minutes, and just as many attempts to break them up, they all finally get their swim trunks on.

"I'm just going to leave my stuff up here," Santana says, so Brittany follows suit. After they both remove their outerwear, Brittany can't help staring at Santana, who's standing there in black and red board shorts and a black bikini top that doesn't leave much to the imagination.

Santana is having a similar reaction to Brittany. Her light blue bikini complements her pale skin so nicely. Just as she steps forward to hug the blonde, she feels a towel hit her in the side of the head. "Yo, let's go! Enough eye sex. And seriously, you two couldn't wear something a little less revealing? If I have to fight someone..." Gabe grumbles, walking out the door. Slightly embarrassed, the girls smile at each other, then clasp hands and follow Gabe out the door.

As they're walking down the hall, Brittany notices two things. First, Santana's brothers are huge. Miguel, the shortest one, is at least 6'2". Secondly, they are walking in what feels like a very practiced formation. Two of the boys are in front of them, and two are behind. "Do you guys always walk like this?" she whispers to Santana.

"Yeah. I was a very protected, very spoiled baby sister. It's kind of embarrassing sometimes, but whatever."

"I think it's wonderful." Brittany nudges the brunette with her shoulder. As they walk past the lobby, they encounter a group of boys who are obviously staring at the two girls. For about half a second, Brittany feels uncomfortable under their obvious leering, and Diego steps in front of the guys. "Bro. Avert your fucking eyes. Now." The unsuspecting boys look like they're about to wet themselves before they awkwardly scramble away.

"See? Protective." Santana rolls her eyes, but Brittany likes it. "Fair warning, they'll probably throw you in the pool."

When they get to the pool area, there's no one else around. Brittany is excited to see that it's a pretty big pool, with a huge hot tub. As she's turning around to ask Santana if she wants to go in right away, Gabe suddenly picks her up and tosses her in the pool as though she weighs nothing. She comes up laughing, just in time to see Miguel and Luis both grab Santana and launch her upwards really high before she crashes back into the water. The Latina surfaces, sputtering and yelling in Spanish, until she's surrounded by a very wet, nearly naked Brittany. Feeling the blonde surround her has an instant calming effect—until all four boys jump in, tidal waving them and ruining the moment.

After a couple hours of swimming, playing, and being tossed around the pool like rag dolls, Santana notices Brittany's lips are turning a little blue. "Cold, baby?" Brittany nods as she hugs herself and her teeth chatter lightly. "Let's get in the hot tub," Santana suggests. Brittany readily agrees, so they climb out of the pool and into the hot tub, the four brothers following suit. As Brittany is about to sit down next to Santana, she feels hands grasping her hips and pulling her to sit between the Latina's legs. Santana rests her hands on Brittany's firm stomach, and Brittany leans her head back against Santana's shoulder, receiving a few small kisses to her neck.

"So I know we asked last night where you two met, but we didn't really get the details," Luis prompts.

"She came to an LGBTA meeting, and even though I swore I wasn't going this year, Quinn made me go, and I saw her." Santana punctuates this by tightening her hold on Brittany. "I knew I had to talk to her, so I did. We became friends, even though I'm pretty sure I wanted more from the second I saw her, but I wasn't really sure if she'd be into me, or if she was even into girls, period."

"Definitely yes to both," Brittany cuts in. "And then, we were at a party, and Anna said some horrible things, and I found out that she—" she trails off, unsure if this is a comfortable topic to talk about with her brothers.

"Is packing the signature Lopez charm," Gabe jokes, and Santana splashes him. "What? It sounds better than lady cock, which is what little sister wanted us to call it for a while. Remember?"

"Uh...I'd rather not talk about anything that might indicate my baby sister is a sexual person in any way, Gabe." Miguel shifts uncomfortably, and the rest of them laugh.

Santana continues the story. "Anyways, Anna kind of shouted it at the party, and I left because I was sure that Britt would want nothing to do with me...which was stupid, because she's amazing. She chased after me and kissed me. Then, a week later, it was official. It moved fast, but I knew I wanted to be with her." Brittany takes her hand and squeezes it, signifying that she feels the same way. Then, she feels Santana whisper in her ear, "I feel so lucky to have you" and place a small kiss there. Santana's brothers make gagging noises, and she splashes them again.


Once they're out of the tub and showered, they head out to a late lunch. While they walk to the restaurant, Luis pulls Santana aside with an arm around her shoulders. "So, things are good then, yeah?"

"Yeah. Really good." She smiles widely.

"She makes you happy, I can tell. I'm glad things are better than last year. Are you guys being safe? Using protection?"

Santana feels like her face is on fire. "We aren't...we haven't—" Deep breath. "We haven't had sex yet. And Brittany is on birth control. So we're okay. When it does happen."

Luis nods. "Okay, just checking. You tell her you love her yet?"

Santana starts choking. Luis smacks her on the back a few times as she coughs out something that sounds suspiciously like "too early."

"With most people, I'd say maybe, but I can see the way you look at her. I know you better than anyone. I practically raised you. You love her. And every time she looks at you, her eyes light up. She loves you too. I know it." All Santana can do is nod. She desperately hopes Brittany loves her too. "Take good care of her. You treat her well and protect her." Santana looks at her brother, who gives her a sad but knowing smile, and is confused. He knows nothing about Brittany, right? "Sometimes, you can just tell when someone's been hurt, hermanita. Take care of her."

She looks at him with more sincerity than he's ever seen in her eyes. "I will. I am. She's—" Santana looks away, but Luis hears her whisper "everything."

My baby sister is in love, he thinks. Unable to stop himself, he gives her a brief hug, which she returns. When they separate, they notice that the rest of the group stopped walking, because Brittany turned around, looking for Santana. The Latina reaches her hand out, which Brittany walks back to take, feeling better now that they're reconnected. "What were you guys talking about?"

"Just that he misses me. He may be huge, but he's pretty much just a mushy sap."

"I'd miss you if you weren't near me. You're an easy person to miss." Brittany leans in and kisses Santana's cheek. The Latina closes her eyes for a second and thinks that maybe Luis is right; maybe Brittany feels the same way about her as she does about the blonde.