"You did it! My amazing, beautiful, talented girlfriend! Look what you did!"

"I did it!" Brittany throws her arms around Santana's neck and squeezes her. "I can't believe I did it! I can't wait to tell everyone."

"You don't have to wait, B. It's not that late, call everyone now."

"Nuh-uh. Right now is us time. Let's go home."

Santana doesn't think she's ever smiled bigger than she is right now. Her body feels so full of pride and love, she might explode. They get back in the car, Brittany muttering about not being able to believe that she did it. Santana can believe it. She believes Brittany can do anything.

When they get back to the house, it's clear that Quinn hasn't come back yet.

"Oops, I didn't bring clothes or anything," Brittany realizes.

"You can borrow mine. Perks of being nearly the same size as your girlfriend. We should shower."

"We should." Desire fills Brittany at the thought of Santana, naked and wet in the shower—this time in a completely different context than her being sick.

"Do you want to go first?" Santana asks, pulling a few things out of her dresser.

"How about we shower together?"

Santana is hit with an instant shot of arousal. "Like...together together?"

"Together together."

Throat suddenly dry, Santana can only nod. She takes Brittany's hand and leads her to the bathroom, grabbing two towels on her way. Santana starts the water, feeling for the best temperature. Brittany strips to her underwear, then impatiently reaches for the zipper on Santana's dress and slides it down. The Latina turns around to face Brittany, and her breath catches in her throat when she sees Brittany in a black lace bra and matching panties.

"I want to see you," the blonde says quietly as she slides the straps off Santana's shoulders.

Santana steps out of the dress and finds herself feeling slightly embarrassed about standing there in her compression underwear. They aren't sexy, and she hates the lines they leave all over her.

Undeterred, Brittany runs her hands up from the small of her back to her bra and unhooks it, letting it also fall off her shoulders. She sucks in a breath as her knees buckle slightly at the beauty in front of her. Next, she reaches to Santana's hips, resting her hands there for a brief moment before starting to pull the compression shorts off. They're incredibly tight, and she struggles until she gets them to a place where they fall down Santana's legs to the ground. Brittany runs her fingers over the painful-looking red lines that also happen to be very close to Santana's cock.

The Latina reaches behind Brittany's back and undoes her bra as Brittany pulls her own panties off, eager to get in the shower. Santana takes a moment to appreciate Brittany's naked body before pulling her in and kissing her senseless. Eventually, needing oxygen, they part, and Brittany pants, "Let's get in."

When they do, something about the warm water and the bright lights make them both feel exposed, so they slow down. They help each other wash and rinse their hair. Then, using the body wash, Brittany starts to "clean" Santana's breasts, paying special attention to her nipples. The Latina moans into the echoey bathroom, heightening Brittany's arousal.

She reaches down and grabs her semi-erect dick and squeezes it gently a few times, causing Santana's hips to buck. "Unh, Britt," Santana moans. Brittany wants more. Before Santana can really comprehend what's happening, Brittany is on her knees looking up at her, hand still gently squeezing her. When she makes eye contact with the Latina, she bends forward to take the semi-hard head between her lips and sucks gently. Soon, Santana is completely hard, and Brittany starts to swallow more of her while looking up to reestablish eye contact as often as possible. Santana knows she's not going to last long. The visual in front of her is one she'll never forget: Brittany on her knees, mouth bobbing up and down on her cock, hand jerking the base. All the while, water runs down her body, dripping down her back and off her breasts. "Oh fuck, Brittany."

Brittany loves this. She loves making Santana feel this way. She loves the way it makes her feel. If both her hands weren't presently occupied, she would have considered touching herself. She can feel that pressure growing inside of her again, only this time, she isn't afraid of it. She wants it. While swirling her tongue around the head of Santana's dick, she flicks her slit repeatedly with her tongue. Santana feels her knees nearly give out and knows she's going to come soon. One last look from Brittany, her lips perfectly sealed around her cock, her blue eyes darkened with lust, is all it takes. The blonde swallows her cum, returning to gentle sucks and licks to the head to work her through the orgasm.

After she catches her breath, Santana pulls Brittany to her feet and presses her against the wall, kissing her deeply. "God, the things you do to me. Watching you dance, I wanted to take you right there." Santana growls into Brittany's ear before nipping her earlobe. She moves down, kissing her neck, across her collarbone, and down to her breasts. Taking one nipple into her mouth, she sucks hard enough to make Brittany press her hips into Santana's, looking for friction.

"San, please don't tease. I want you." Brittany's voice is dripping with need. Santana gives her exactly what she wants. She runs her hand slowly down the blonde's toned stomach and between her legs, then cups her mound. Brittana immediately bucks into her hand. "More. Please." Santana is all too happy to oblige. She runs her finger through the blonde's folds, moaning at the moisture she feels there. Brittany continues to buck into Santana's hand, searching for the friction her body desperately needs. When Santana finally starts to circle her clit, she moans loudly. "Oh God, yes. Inside. I need you." Brittany reaches down to grab Santana's wrist, then holds her hand there as she feels Santana push two fingers inside her. She moans deeply, holding Santana still while she adjusts to the fullness. When she releases her wrist and places her arms around Santana's neck, the Latina starts pumping into her.

So hot. So wet. She has never had Brittany be this demanding, and she loves it. She loves knowing what the blonde wants. As the blonde puts more of her weight on the Latina, she thrusts in and out of her harder. Brittany has no words, just guttural noises of pleasure. She knows if Santana doesn't stop, she'll go over the edge soon, so she once again places her hand on Santana's wrist to still it. "Doesn't it feel good?" Santana panics slightly. Did she do something wrong? Brittany seemed to like it.

"Too good. Gonna fall over." Brittany's breathing is still uneven, and she's so wet, she swears she can feel it running down the inside of her legs. "Let's finish in the bedroom."

They hurriedly dry and brush their hair before Santana gets impatient and pulls Brittany into her room, neither of them bothering to cover up with towels. She pushes Brittany up against the wall again and kisses her passionately. As the blonde starts to grind her hips into hers, a thought strikes Santana, and she pulls away with a slight pop of their lips and a whine from Brittany. "Britt...could I go down on you? I want to. Really bad. But if it makes you uncomfortable, we don't have to."

Brittany swallows hard and feels her heart rate pick up. She's pretty sure she wants to. She wants everything with Santana. "Yes. But we can stop if I ask, right?"

"Always, Brittany. Always." The kiss that follows is slower, more loving than heated as Santana walks Brittany backwards to the bed, their lips never parting. As Brittany lays down, Santana turns off all the lights except one in the corner of her room, hoping that the semi-darkness will make Brittany more comfortable. "Are you ready, baby?" Santana asks gently. She crawls up from the foot of the bed, parting Brittany's long legs as she goes. They part easily, with no resistance. Starting with Brittany's lips, she slowly kisses back down her body, sensing now that there's no need to rush. Then, she lays down between the blonde's legs.

Ever so gently, she places a soft kiss to Brittany's center, careful not to part her lower lips. She wants Brittany to become comfortable with this level of intimacy before she goes any further. As she continues placing light kisses on and around her folds, she runs a hand over the blonde's abs and down her thigh. When she hears Brittany start to make little noises of enjoyment, she uses her left hand to gently part her lower lips, then dips the tip of her tongue in for the first time.

She never wants to stop. Ever. She'd been extremely turned on by the idea of going down on Brittany, but the reality is even better. As she presses her tongue against the tight ring of muscle at Brittany's opening, she feels the blonde move her hips, lightly encouraging Santana. She nudges Brittany's clit with her nose, enjoying the sharp intake of breath she hears. Then, she lightly licks from her opening up to her clit and flicks across it a few times before drawing her tongue back in her mouth, fully tasting Brittany.

Why they didn't do this sooner, Brittany will never know. Some self-consciousness lingers in the back of her mind, but it's overshadowed by how amazing this feels. She finds it hard to believe that Santana has never done this before. She wants it to go faster and never end at the same time. "Oh, Santana," she moans at a particularly well-placed stroke that sends a jolt through her.

On her next pass down, Santana decides to try something new and presses her tongue inside of Brittany. The squeak of surprise followed by a deep moan is a clear indication that the blonde enjoys it. She moves her tongue in and out a few times before pulling it out and licking back up to her clit. Brittany sighs at the loss. Knowing what she wants and grinning into her, Santana slowly enters her with two fingers, then continues to place small kitten licks to her clit. After a few moments, she starts to move in and out while wrapping her lips around the sensitive bud and sucking gently. The resulting scream is encouraging, as is Brittany bucking her hips up into her mouth. Santana feels herself growing hard again from the taste of Brittany and the sounds she's making. She presses herself into the blanket to relieve some of the tension that's once again building inside her.

As she moves her fingers in and out faster, she flicks Brittany's clit back and forth with her tongue. "Mmmm, San, oh." Brittany is making nonsense noises now. Just moaning. The only word Santana can really pick out at this point is her name. Unbelievably turned on, she continues to grind into the blanket in time with her fingers pulsing in and out of Brittany. She can't deny that she wants desperately to be inside of the blonde.

When Brittany starts to pant harder, she changes from flicking to circling her clit with her tongue, something she knows Brittany likes with her finger. The blonde tenses up, and Santana knows she's close. Soon, Brittany starts to shake, which she knows means that she's right on the edge. Between licking and touching Brittany, hearing her, and the delicious friction of the blanket on her cock, she doesn't know if she'll last much longer either. She's too turned on to be embarrassed.

When Brittany starts shaking, Santana softens her lips and gently sucks on her clit as she fingers Brittany harder. The blonde's body violently trembles before Santana feels her fingers being squeezed. Arching her back, she moans, "Sa-an. I'm c-coming." Santana moans onto Brittany's clit. She's never heard anything so sexy in her life. She feels the blonde's walls clenching and unclenching around her fingers, and she grinds into the bed twice more before she herself starts coming again.

Brittany thinks something has exploded inside of her. It feels better than anything has ever felt before, and she never wants it to stop. After several long moments, her orgasm starts to subside, and she feels Santana gently pull her fingers out and press one more light kiss to her now-swollen folds before kissing her way back up her body. Still shaking, the blonde is trying to catch her breath when Santana lays next to her, pulling the shaking, sweaty body into hers and kissing her deeply.

After a few seconds, the blonde's breathing evens out, but she's still shaking. "Cold, baby?" Brittany nods into Santana's chest, so the Latina works the blanket out from under them and pulls it on top. The action reminds her that she definitely needs to wash it tomorrow.

Brittany presses her body back into Santana's before kissing her again. "I like tasting myself on you," Brittany murmurs before languidly stroking Santana's tongue with hers. She briefly wars with herself, torn between being exhausted from the week and wanting this night to never end. Pressing herself in tighter, she wonders if the Latina will make that decision for them. However, she doesn't feel Santana's hard appendage pressing into her belly like she expected. More quickly than she intended, she pulls away from Santana, eyebrows furrowed. "Did you not like it?"

"Wait, what?"

"Doing that. Being down there. It's just, you're not hard, and I thought that maybe...you would be?"

Santana's eyes widen for a moment before she looks down. She was hoping she wouldn't have to tell Brittany about that event, because it's a little embarrassing. "No. I really liked it. Like...really, really. I'd do it again, often, preferably. I liked it so much I—" she sighs. "I came. Already. From pressing myself into the bed. I was just so turned on, I couldn't help it."

The idea of Santana being so turned on by her that she came without being touched is extremely sexy to Brittany. "God, that's hot, Santana." When Brittany voices breathy approval, Santana lets go of her embarrassment about the issue. They fall into a comfortable silence, Santana thinking about what they just did, Brittany thinking about something they have yet to do. "Santana," she says quietly.

"Mm?"

"I just want you to know that I really like doing stuff with you. What I mean is," she takes a deep breath, wanting to communicate her thoughts as clearly as possible. "I love when you touch me. I don't think I ever felt turned on before you, and I'm so glad you got me to feel it. I love how close to you I feel when you're touching me or I'm touching you. Me not being ready to have sex isn't about you. I'm almost ready. I just need a little more time to retrain my brain into thinking about sex in a good way. Everything so far has been amazing, and I don't want to ruin it by doing it too early. But soon. I feel myself wanting it, and I think that's a good sign that I'm almost ready."

Overwhelmed by emotion, Santana swallows noisily. "I'm glad you want to. I do too, of course. Any way I can be close to you on a deeper level, I want it. I want to make you feel good, and I want to make it amazing for you. I want to make love to you." She barely stutters on the world love. Brittany doesn't react at all, which Santana believes is a good thing. "But I do want you to know that I would wait forever. If I had to, I would."

"Oh, it definitely won't be forever. There's no way I could resist you for that long," Brittany replies lightly. Then, she yawns widely, knowing that she's fighting a losing battle against her fatigue.

"Go to sleep, babe. You've had such a big week." Santana pecks her before cuddling closer. Not long after, she feels Brittany's breathing even out, and Santana follows suit a few minutes later, both of them completely exhausted.

In the room down the hall, Quinn has her headphones plugged into her iPod and the volume turned up high, trying to drown out the sounds she's been hearing all night. She's trying hard to not be angry and trying even harder to pretend that she's not ecstatic about her best friend's happiness.


When Santana wakes up the next morning, she finds herself holding a very naked Brittany. She tightens her arm slightly, not enough to wake her but enough to satisfy the urge to hold her tighter. Although she knows Brittany will be busy focusing on her work for the dance concert, she hopes they'll be able to spend a little more time together this weekend. She wonders briefly if anyone has ever made Brittany breakfast in bed, quickly realizes it's very unlikely, and decides she will. Gently removing her arm, she kisses Brittany between her shoulder blades and gets out of bed. She remembers with a grimace that she definitely needs to wash her bedding. Perhaps she should be ashamed of herself, but she can't help but think that anyone might orgasm, watching Brittany come undone like that. Yeah, she doesn't have it in her to be ashamed.

Still asleep, Brittany scrunches her nose and rolls over onto Santana's side, pulling her pillow to her chest. Everything Brittany does makes her heart feel like it's going to burst, in the best way. Then, a thought hits her: she doesn't want Brittany to wake up and think, even for a second, that she left her. So she leaves a note right next to her. After throwing on shorts and a sports bra, she heads to the kitchen, unconcerned if Quinn sees her in this state of undress, since this is typical attire for her when they're both home. She loves that she doesn't need to think about hiding herself here.

Just as she's stirring pancake mix in a bowl, she hears someone shuffle in and looks up to see Quinn. "You look tired, Q."

Quinn glares at her, shaking her head. "I'm happy for you. I really am. Ecstatic, even. But you guys seriously need to learn to be quieter. Specifically, Brittany needs to be quieter. Or do it when I'm not home. If I have to hear your name screamed through the wall one more time, I'm coming in there and spraying you both with cold water."

Halfway through Quinn's rant, Santana stops stirring and gapes at her, mouth slightly open. "I didn't think of that."

"Obviously. It's okay. Like I said, I'm honestly happy. I just don't want to hear how happy she is. In the middle of you pounding her, or whatever."

"I wasn't—"

"Not the point! Exactly what you were doing is definitely not the point and also something I don't want to hear."

"Okay, okay. We'll be better about it. Can you please not mention this to Britt? I don't want to embarrass her. I'm used to you being embarrassing."

Quinn rolls her eyes, laughs, and punches Santana's arm. "You got it. And try to wipe that stupid smile off your face every time you say her name."

Hearing some noises in the apartment, Brittany is pulled into consciousness. She squeezes her arms around...not Santana. Opening her eyes, she notes that Santana is definitely not here. She rolls over and stretches, and her hand hits something that crinkles. Grabbing it, she reads the note: "Making you breakfast in bed. I didn't want you to wake up and think I don't want to still be here with you," signed with a heart. Brittany holds it to her chest, then gets up, throws on a tank top and a pair of Santana's boxers, and wanders into the kitchen, where she sees Santana cooking and talking to Quinn.

Santana hears Brittany and looks over, her face lighting up. "Morning, baby. Sorry I didn't get to bring it to you in bed, but breakfast is almost finished."

Brittany skips over to her and throws her arms around Santana's neck, kissing her innocently. As Quinn watches the interaction, noticing how Santana holds Brittany like she's the most precious thing in the world, she feels a little like she's intruding. She hops off the counter to head back into her room when Brittany catches sight of her and breaks away from Santana to throw her arms around her. "Morning Quinn!"

Quinn hugs her back, because why not? Also, she's pretty sure Santana would hit her if she refused Brittany a hug. Unfortunately, she starts thinking about everything she heard last night and pats Brittany awkwardly. She catches a look from Santana, one that clearly says "you'd better not be thinking about my girlfriend's sex noises while you hug her."

They all sit down to eat breakfast together, and Santana remembers yesterday and is filled with pride. "Brittany, tell Quinn the good news!"

Brittany swallows her pancake and looks at her for a second before remembering. At first, she thought Santana was talking about after the shower, but she's fairly certain they shouldn't talk about that at breakfast with Quinn. "Oh! Quinn, I got a solo in the winter dance concert!"

"That's a big deal, Brittany! Are we celebrating? We could have a party here tonight!"

Santana nods enthusiastically.

"We can if you guys want." Brittany's response sounds less enthusiastic.

"Babe, it's about what you want. We're celebrating you."

"Well...I'm still kind of tired." Quinn shoots a raised eyebrow at Santana, who does her best to ignore her. "How about something low-key, like a movie night? Maybe some wine. I just don't want to do too much. Is that okay?"

"Of course, B. We can invite Sam, 'Cedes, Kurt, and his boy. Anyone else?"

"Maybe Rachel? And Mike and Tina?"

"Text them. We'll go out and get snacks and stuff. You get to pick the movie, of course." Santana grabs Brittany's empty plate and kisses her on the mouth. "Mmm, syrupy."

Quinn rolls her eyes and thrusts her plate at Santana, who just winks at her. "I'll text the people I know if you text the others, Brittany," Quinn offers.

Brittany nods and quickly texts the other three. In no time, she receives a reply from Rachel that makes her laugh out loud.

"What'd they say, babe?"

"Rachel just texted back. It says, 'Should I bring finger sandwiches, and what might the dress code be?'" They both chuckle while she texts Rachel back.

To Rachel: Comfy clothes. No finger sandwiches please.