When March finally hits, Brittany is hopeful for spring—more specifically, spring break. A whole week with Santana. They've barely spent any time together. Even when they do, they're both so exhausted that they mostly just have stunted conversations, then fall asleep. Their sex life is definitely suffering. It turns out that Brittany's birth control is fine, which is good because neither of them love the idea of condoms, but even with the good news, finding time and energy is a problem.

As Brittany is on her way to the dining hall, Santana calls to tell her that she needs to skip lunch, because she has a meeting with that asshole professor who clearly doesn't like her. Of course, this makes Brittany hate the professor even more. Sighing, she grabs a sandwich, then heads to the library, thinking she might as well use the time to catch up on homework. About an hour later, her phone starts to buzz again. When she picks up, she hears a small sniff. "San?"

"Britt. He," sniff "said that I'm not trying hard enough, that I-I clearly don't want this."

Brittany wants to yell that her girlfriend is amazing and clearly works her butt off, wants to force this professor to stop being an ass, wants to tell Santana that she needs to go back there and set him straight. However, she knows that none of those things will work. "You have one more class today?"

"Yeah. I c-can't skip it."

The sadness in Santana's voice is breaking her heart. "Okay. Come straight back to the apartment after. I'm making you dinner, and we're having a night to ourselves. Okay?"

"O-okay. I need that."

"I know, baby. Come back to me as soon as you're done. I love you," she says as gently as she can.

"I love you too, B. So much."

As soon as they hang up, Brittany springs into action. She doesn't love skipping classes, but this is necessary, and it's the first time she will have missed this class this semester. After going back to her room to grab a few things, she heads in the direction of Santana's apartment. On the way, she stops at a small store to buy a few more ingredients.

It takes some effort, but she manages to remember the macaroni and cheese recipe. She also times it perfectly so that she finishes cooking right as Santana shuffles into the apartment. Santana glances at the table, set with a candle and two plates. "B, what's all this?" She smiles at Brittany, who is pulling the cover off something she just took out of the oven.

"I made you dinner." Brittany is filling two cups with juice and bringing them over to the table.

"Can I help you?"

"Nope. Sit down." Brittany pulls her chair out and gestures for her to sit down, then kisses her cheek. Grabbing the two empty plates, she walks into the kitchen and fills them with food. Then, she sets Santana's plate back in front of her and sits down with her own plate. "I hope you like it." She waits for Santana to take a bite, so she can see her reaction.

When the hot, cheesy goodness hits her tongue, Santana can't hold back a moan. "This is amazing, Britt! I'm kind of glad I had to skip lunch now." She smiles at Brittany, who is looking at her with such a loving expression that all the bad things of the day start to slip away. They eat and laugh, Brittany getting up periodically to refill Santana's cup, even though she insists she can do it on her own. "I'm surprised Quinn isn't home yet."

"She's not coming home tonight. I called her and asked her to stay with Rachel."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?" Santana thinks she knows where this is going.

Brittany starts clearing the table. "I'd like to try something new tonight. Something we talked about over Christmas break."

It only takes Santana half a second to realize what Brittany is talking about. She gulps. "Are you sure, B?"

"As long as you're up to it." Santana nods. She's nervous, but if Brittany is willing, then she wants to do this. "Why don't you go jump in the shower while I finish cleaning up? I'll join you after." Santana kisses Brittany deeply before walking to the bathroom to shower and prepare for what's about to happen.

Brittany puts the leftover macaroni and cheese in the fridge before hurrying to the bedroom. She pulls the comforter off the bed and lays a towel down. Next to the towel she puts the new bottle of lube, strap-on, and harness. Then, she strips out of her own clothes and goes into the bathroom.

Santana hears her coming in and finishes rinsing the soap off herself as Brittany gets in. "Want me to wash your hair?" Santana asks.

"Nope. I already showered. I just wanted to be in here with you for a few minutes." She responds, pushing Santana into the wall and pressing their bodies together. She kisses her gently at first but quickly begins deepening it. "You're not too tired, are you?"

"No. Not tired," Santana mumbles as she reconnects their lips. She moans as she feels Brittany's hand gently close around her quickly hardening shaft.

Once Santana is completely hard and her slit is dripping precum, Brittany lets go and separates from Santana, who whimpers at the loss. She takes Santana's hand, turns the water off, and leads her out of the shower, grabbing a towel and carefully drying Santana's body with reverence.

When they're back in Santana's room, Brittany reattaches their lips and begins backing Santana to the bed. Once the backs of her legs hit the edge of the bed, she sits down slowly, their lips never parting. Brittany straddles her and urges her backwards so that Santana is now lying on the towel with her head on the pillows. "What do I—" Santana begins to ask, unsure of how this is going to work.

"Just lay on your back. Get comfortable." Santana does so, and Brittany leans down to kiss her again while taking her slightly softer dick and pumping it a few times.

"What about you?"

"Let me take care of you, San." Santana nods and lets Brittany continue kissing down the column of her neck and onto her collarbone. She kisses over the swell of Santana's breast before taking a nipple gently into her mouth. After a few minutes, she pays similar attention to the other breast, continuing to stroke her gently the whole time. Once Santana begins to pant and press herself harder into Brittany's hands and mouth, she whispers, "Are you ready?"

Santana nods in response. Brittany slips the harness on preemptively, so she won't have to stop to do it later. Then, she grabs the bottle of lube and squirts a generous amount onto her finger. She uses her other hand to spread Santana's legs even further. After lightly stroking her balls a few times, she reaches further down and runs her lubed finger over the tight hole. Santana gasps at the foreign feeling but can't deny that it feels good.

Brittany circles her hole a few times before pressing her finger against it just slightly, then pressing in a tiny bit. "Is this okay?"

"Uh-huh," Santana gasps.

"You'll tell me if it hurts, right?" Santana nods and Brittany slowly presses further, just a little more so that she's in up to her first knuckle. Then, she starts to move her finger in and out slightly.

At first, it feels strange, but it quickly starts to feel good. "More."

Brittany obliges by pressing further in on each little thrust of her finger. She pays close attention to Santana's face, watching for any sign of discomfort. While she knows this is for Santana, she can't deny that the feeling of being inside her is definitely turning her on. Her hole feels so tight. After a few moments, she's pushing and pulling her entire finger in and out, and thinks Santana might be ready for more. "I'm going to put another finger in. Is that okay?"

Santana nods, trying to keep her breathing regular. After Brittany adds more lube to her fingers, she starts to push the tips of both fingers into Santana. "Oh god. More, please."

Brittany eases her two fingers in further, a little faster than the first time. When she slips both fingers all the way in, she hears Santana gasp. "Are you okay?"

"Hold still. Just a sec." Santana bites her lip. Brittany nods and kisses the insides of Santana's thighs while she gets used to the feeling of Brittany's fingers stretching her. "Okay, go." Brittany pulls her fingers out very slowly, then presses them back in. The more she does it, the looser Santana gets. Once she feels like Santana is relaxed and feeling only pleasure, she starts to scissor her fingers slightly, trying to stretch her just a little more. "Britt. Amazing. Fuck," Santana moans, her words becoming more incoherent.

"Are you ready for more?" Brittany asks. Santana moans a yes, so without removing her fingers, Brittany attaches the small, pink, glittery dildo to the harness and coats it with a generous amount of lube. Then, she removes her fingers and spreads more lube around and into Santana's tight hole. Leaning forward onto her knees, she lines the head of the dildo up with Santana, simply rubbing it against her hole for a few moments. When Santana begins writhing under her, begging for more, she presses forward slightly, until just the head slides in. Santana's eyes close, and she hisses in pain and pleasure. "Stop? San, do you want me to stop?"

"One sec." Brittany holds perfectly still until she receives a sign to keep going. "Keep going," Santana whispers after a few seconds of adjusting.

Brittany reaches up to grab Santana's hard cock, stroking lightly as she slowly presses her hips further in, stopping a few times when Santana's hand tightens around her arm. Eventually, with very careful movements, she feels her hips press tightly against Santana. "I'm all the way in, baby." Letting go of Santana's shaft, she leans forward and presses their lips together. They continue kissing until Brittany feels Santana's hips moving. She matches the movement with her own hips, pulling out slightly and pushing back in.

Santana buries her face into Brittany's neck as she keeps thrusting. After a few slow thrusts, Brittany pulls back slightly to look at Santana's face. Her eyes are closed, mouth partly open, cheeks flushed. "Feels so good, B."

Brittany increases her pace and force just slightly. She leans back more so that she can watch the dildo moving in and out of Santana, the sight turning her on more than she ever expected. When she notices that Santana's dick is extremely hard and leaking large amounts of precum, she once again grasps it firmly in her hand and strokes up and down the way she knows Santana likes.

"Oh fuck. B, don't stop." Brittany keeps going, quickening both her thrusts and strokes. Soon, the muscles in Santana's stomach tense up, a sure sign that she's about to cum. Brittany thrusts into her a few more times while increasing the speed of her hand, and in just a few more strokes, Santana comes all over her own stomach with a scream. "Britt! Fuck!"

Brittany stills her thrusts as she feels Santana clench unbelievably tight around the dildo. After milking the last few drops of cum out of Santana, she gently pulls out and unhooks the harness, tossing it to the floor, before falling next to her and pulling her into her arms.

It takes several minutes for Santana to regain her breath. "That was intense," she finally mumbles. Brittany squeezes her tighter. "I can't believe you did that for me."

"I would do absolutely anything for you. Plus, I liked it too."

"You did?" Brittany nods in confirmation before kissing Santana's forehead. "I think I need another shower." She notes the stickiness coating her stomach and now Brittany's too.

"How about a bath together?"

"That sounds amazing." Brittany untangles her limbs from Santana and gets up, reaching her hand out for Santana's. Once Santana is fully standing, she can feel there will be some definite soreness in the morning.

"You okay?"

"Just a good kind of sore," Santana replies as they walk naked to the bathroom. After running the bath and adding some lavender bubbles she bought, Brittany gets in, leaning against the back wall of the tub with her legs spread and gesturing for Santana to join her. Once she's settled with her back against Brittany's chest and Brittany's legs tangled with hers, Santana lets herself melt against the blonde. "I love you so much. Tonight was wonderful. Thank you."

"Always, Santana. I love you too. Did it feel good?"

"Amazing. Exactly how I thought it would be. I loved having you inside of me."

"Would you want to do it again?"

"Definitely. Not all the time, of course, but sometimes."

"Good. I'd like to do it again, but I agree, not all the time. I'd miss having you inside of me too much." Brittany kisses her neck and gives her thigh a gentle squeeze.

"Me too. That's my second favorite thing ever."

"What's your first?"

"Cuddling. Just lying with you. I love that the most."

"I love that the most too." Brittany sighs happily into Santana's hair.

"So...for spring break," Santana starts, "I was thinking we first spend a few days here, get some alone time in since this semester has been so rough on us. Then, we can go to my parents' place. They won't be there, since they're taking a vacation to see some family in Puerto Rico, but we can hang out with my brothers and go into the city a few times. How does that sound? Do you want to do something different?"

"Not at all. Spend time alone with you, and then spend more time alone with you in New York City? That sounds pretty amazing."

"Good. Now we just need to survive until then," Santana sighs.

"I think we'll be okay. We take care of each other."

Smiling, Santana rests her head back against Brittany's chest. She lets the warm water and the arms of the woman she loves lull her into a state of comfort that she knows she'll only ever have with Brittany.