Spring break is almost over. On their last night before classes start again, Brittany and Santana go to bed early. Brittany is laying half on top of Santana, who is running her fingers up and down Brittany's naked back. She feels Brittany sigh heavily into her. "What are you thinking about, baby?"
"I'm worried that not being able to dance is going to hurt my scholarship. I haven't thought about it yet."
"I don't think that's going to happen. Legally, I don't think they're even allowed to do that. I'm not sure. I can talk to my mom and see what she says?"
"Maybe let me talk to my professors first before we involve Mama Lopez, okay?"
"Okay, but if it gets to it, you'll let me know so I can talk to her, right?"
"Promise." Brittany rolls very carefully onto her back and looks at Santana. "Kiss me?" Santana smiles and leans over on top of Brittany, pressing her body gently into Brittany's, and connects their lips. The kiss heats up quickly as Brittany gently runs her tongue along Santana's lip.
Santana strokes her own tongue along Brittany's, causing her to moan. She can feel arousal stirring in her stomach. It has been so long—over a week—since she has touched Brittany, or Brittany has touched her. She understands why and is even mostly responsible, as she is terrified to hurt Brittany, but she can't help that she is getting hard so quickly.
Brittany feels Santana's semi-hard shaft pressing into her thigh. The brunette pulls away from her, presumably to calm herself down, but Brittany doesn't want that. She wants more. "Please don't stop," she breathes out.
"I don't want to hurt you."
Brittany grabs her upper arms to stop her from pulling away further. "You won't. We'll be gentle. Please, Santana. I need you."
How can she say no to that? How can she say no to her girlfriend, who is practically begging her?
She doesn't. Santana leans down to kiss her again. When air becomes necessary, she starts kissing down Brittany's jaw to her neck. The blonde is already breathing hard, and Santana can tell how much she wants this. She continues to kiss down her chest until she kisses her right nipple. "More," Brittany moans. Santana smiles as she takes the nipple gently between her lips, sucking for just a few seconds before letting go and blowing cool air gently across the puckered skin. "It's been over a week. Please don't tease."
Instead of replying, Santana just takes the other nipple into her mouth, giving it the same treatment. She goes back and forth, sucking longer each time, before she starts to kiss her way gently across still heavily-bruised skin, down past her belly button, and to the elastic of her panties.
She needs to make a decision now. Keep teasing or give in? Ultimately, she decides that not teasing is the safer option if she wants to keep Brittany from moving too much and potentially hurting herself worse. Kneeling, she hooks her fingers under the elastic and pulls down, then presses a kiss to the exposed skin of her mound, making Brittany hiss. "San, please."
Santana pulls her panties off completely, and Brittany spreads her legs in anticipation. The Latina looks down at her center, already wet, and licks her lips before settling on her stomach between her legs. When she licks Brittany from her entrance up to her clit, she earns a loud moan. "Like that, baby?" She repeats the action, causing Brittany's hips to buck slightly.
"Oh god, yes."
Reaching up with one hand, Santana gently presses it to Brittany's lower abdomen, helping to steady her, and dips her tongue back into Brittany. She circles her clit before moving down and circling her entrance, dipping her tongue in a little bit. Her eyes roll back at the taste, and she moans into Brittany before pushing her tongue in further. It's been so long, and Brittany tastes like heaven. Santana moves her tongue in and out for a few seconds before pulling out to adjust her position. She is so hard that it's almost painful. Leaning forward, she takes Brittany's clit between her lips and sucks gently, making Brittany moan louder. Thank God Quinn and Rachel are staying at her dorm tonight.
"San, I need you inside." Brittany's voice makes her grind into the bed a little to relieve some of the pressure. Her resolve is weakening. "Please, Santana," Brittany begs again. She nods and gently climbs back up Brittany's body, bending down to kiss her. When she pulls away, Brittany looks up into her eyes. "Please." Gripping her erection, Santana lines herself up, then pushes gently and slips inside Brittany, pressing down with her hips until they are flush against Brittany's and she is all the way inside. "Ohh, so big," Brittany moans.
Gradually, Santana pulls out and presses back in, setting a slow, steady rhythm. She never pulls all the way out or pushes all the way in, trying to minimize the rocking motion. God, it feels amazing to be inside Brittany again.
Brittany loves how full she feels when Santana is inside of her. As she feels herself getting closer to her peak, she digs her fingers into the muscles of Santana's back. Recognizing that sign, Santana speeds up her thrusts slightly. Then, she leans a little more weight onto Brittany's good side, so she can reach between them and gently roll Brittany's clit between her thumb and index finger. She watches Brittany's eyes snap shut before she buries her face into Santana's neck, moaning her name. Brittany's inner walls tighten and convulse around her as she comes. After she works Brittany down from her orgasm, she thrusts a few more times and explodes inside of her, bringing about another loud moan from Brittany.
"I love feeling you come inside of me," Brittany whispers as she pulls Santana down on top of her, tightening her arms. After a few seconds, Santana pulls out and rolls to the side slightly so she isn't pressing down on Brittany's hurt ribs. The blonde runs her fingers through Santana's hair, pressing kisses to her forehead, while Santana traces her fingers up and down Brittany's injured side, trying not to let her stomach clench at the memory. "We should brush our teeth before we get too comfy and fall asleep," Brittany mumbles.
"Too late."
Brittany chuckles, then taps lightly on her back, signaling for her to get up. She reluctantly does, as does Brittany, and they make their way to the bathroom. After they brush their teeth, Brittany heads to the kitchen to get some water and tells Santana she will meet her back in the bedroom.
When she reenters the bedroom, Santana is standing naked in front of the mirror, holding her breasts flat and inspecting her reflection. "Do you ever wish I was a boy?" Santana asks, knowing that Brittany is watching her.
"I have never wished you were anything but what you are. Why? Have you?"
"I just wonder if it would be easier. Those guys probably wouldn't have hurt us if we were just a guy and a girl kissing in an alleyway. They would have just kept walking." Brittany sets the bottle of water down and walks over to Santana. "Your parents might not have kicked you out."
"Don't let those things make you feel bad about who you are. I love that person so much, Santana." She wraps her arms around Santana's waist from behind. Santana's hands move from holding her breasts back to covering Brittany's hands. "Aside from those things that happened recently, you're happy with who you are, right?"
Santana nods. "I don't think I could be a boy."
"That's just fine with me, because I love my girlfriend exactly as she is." Brittany kisses the soft skin below Santana's ear before pulling her towards the bed. "And I really hope she's ready to cuddle." She climbs into bed and lays on her side, waiting for Santana to lay behind her. She feels the blanket cover them before a warm arm pulls her close.
"I love you."
"Love you too, San."
Subconsciously, some part of Brittany knows this isn't real. Some part of her knows it's a nightmare. However, that doesn't stop the blinding fear she feels when she finds herself alone in the alley with two men closing in on her. No matter how hard she tries to scream, nothing comes out. She tries to turn around and run, but there's no way out. There's brick all around her, and the only place to go is blocked by the men who keep coming closer. She starts to cry, and then the men's faces, faces that she will never forget, come into focus. One of them reaches his hand towards her face, then closes it around her throat, and she shoves futilely. Pushing against him is like pushing against a wall; he won't budge. She starts to struggle, but she feels trapped, like she's tied down by something. Mouth open in a silent scream, she forces her eyes open, and she's in their bedroom. It's dark. Santana is sleeping on her stomach right next to her, and Brittany is tangled in the blankets. Trying to calm her racing heart, she takes a deep breath before she scoots closer to Santana, trying to take comfort in her body.
Santana feels the bed shift and sleep slip away from her. Brittany is trying to cuddle into her, and Santana can hear that she is breathing a little harder than normal. "You 'kay, B?" she mumbles out.
"Yeah. Nightmare." As soon as Santana rolls onto her side and opens her arms, Brittany presses her body into Santana's, tucking her head into Santana's chest. The Latina closes her arms around Brittany, holding her tight. Her residual fear slips away as she tangles their legs together. They both quickly fall back asleep.
The next morning, Santana drops her off in front of the dance building with a kiss and a promise to meet her for lunch. Brittany emailed in advance and scheduled meetings with all of her professors individually. She sits nervously, waiting for the first meeting. She can't help but try and predict the responses, and her predictions are all over the place. One minute, she is sure that things are going to be okay, and the next, she is sure that she is going to get kicked out of the department.
The first professor calls her in. "So, what's going on, Brittany?" Brittany swallows and launches into the story of what happened over break. She shows her the information from the hospital and police reports. "I'm so very sorry this happened to you. What is it that you need from me?"
"I just wanted to let all of my professors know. I don't want to get kicked out, because I can't dance."
"Darling, we would never do that to you. This isn't a debilitating injury. You'll be back for next year. Maybe in my classes, we can talk about getting you involved in some choreographing. I think you definitely have the talent, and this is a good excuse to start experimenting with that."
"That would be awesome." She hasn't done too much choreographing, but she's enjoyed herself the times she did it.
"Are you going to meet with the rest of your dance professors now?" Brittany nods. "Well, let me write you a note. Just give them this, and if they ask any questions, go ahead and answer what you feel comfortable answering. Okay? Perks of being head of the department."
Brittany thanks her and, after a few minutes of small talk, goes to her next appointment. The rest of them go just as well. One of her professors suggests a few exercises she can do to help heal a little faster. She's on her way out of the last appointment when she literally runs into Puck. "Blondie! How goes it?"
Brittany rubs her side a little while smiling in greeting. "It's going okay. How are you? How was your break?"
"Boring. Just hung out with my little sister and played my guitar. You?"
She gives him a very brief rundown of what happened over break. To her surprise, she watches Puck's face soften, and as soon as she finishes, he hugs her with a gentleness she didn't know he possessed. Puck really is a nice guy. She wants Santana to meet him. "Do you want to have lunch with Santana and me?"
"Yeah! I finally get to meet her? Man, if she's even half as hot as you..." Brittany shoots him a warning glance, and Puck just laughs.
They walk over to the dining hall together and wait outside for Santana to show up. Brittany sees the Latina at about the same time Puck does.
As Santana walks over, she recognizes Puck from Brittany's previous descriptions. Before she can say anything, he opens his mouth. "Damn girl. You, me, backseat?" Ignoring him, Santana kisses Brittany with a little more passion than she normally would in public. "Oh."
"Yeah. Oh. Puck, this is my girlfriend, Santana. Santana, Puck."
"So you're the asshole who hits on my girlfriend all the time?" Brittany kind of expected this, but there is a lightness in Santana's voice. She's teasing.
"All in good fun. I'm excited to meet my lesbro's girlfriend!" He sweeps her up in a hug.
"Just. Stop hitting on her."
Puck laughs. "I'll try."
During lunch, Brittany fills Santana in on how it went with her professors, and they talk to Puck about what he's doing now that football season is over. Santana doesn't want to like him, but she kind of can't help it. He is an idiot but totally harmless. Plus, he makes Brittany laugh, and Santana can't be unhappy with anyone that makes Brittany happy.
After lunch, Puck leaves, and Santana is sitting on a bench outside, her arms around Brittany, who is standing between her legs. "The lawyer called. He tried to call you too, but he didn't have your new number. I passed it along, in case he needs something in the future. He had some good news for us."
"What did he say?"
"Those guys pleaded guilty. There was so much evidence against them, so they accepted a plea bargain."
"A what?"
"Like a deal. Sometimes it gives them a few less years in prison. Sometimes it allows for certain other arrangements. The guy that held me back, he's going to get two years in prison, plus parole, and the guy that hurt you—"
"Us," Brittany interjects.
"Us. He is going to get a maximum of 10 years with the option of parole if he displays good behavior."
"Is that good?"
"My mami said they are both fair sentences. You know how you were saying that you were nervous to go to court and how you wished you didn't have to?"
"Yeah?"
"Now you don't. It's over, Britt. They go away, and even when they get out, they aren't allowed anywhere near us."
"So we don't have to go back there at all?"
Santana shakes her head. "Nope."
Brittany sighs and hugs Santana tight. Of course she wants those guys to get in trouble for what they did, but more than anything, she wants this to be over. She just wants to do her best to not think about it and to move on. "Good. Are you happy about it?"
"I wish they got put away longer, but I am so happy that we don't have to go to court." Santana kisses her. "Want to do a movie night at our apartment tonight?" She drags out the "our," making Brittany smile. "We can let everyone know the good news all at once, so we only have to tell the story one time."
"Perfect. Do you have to rehearse tonight?"
"No. I'm done trying to please him. It's obvious he doesn't like me. My mom agrees with you that he's jealous. I'm going to rehearse enough to be proud of my work, and if he docks me points, then I'll either suck it up or take it up with the head of the department. I have much more important things to focus on. Like movie night with my friends and girlfriend." Santana seems so settled in her decision.
It makes Brittany happy. She has spent hours on the floor of the practice rooms listening to Santana play, and it was some of the most beautiful music she's ever heard. The music just flows from her. She barely even has to look at her books, spending most of the time with her eyes closed, just playing and getting lost in the music. While Brittany hates to think that a professor would actually mistreat a student, she knows that Santana is amazing, and to have someone hear her music and say she's not good enough, there must be something else going on. "Good. I'm proud of you, babe." She leans back in for another kiss. "Just one more class for me, and then we're free for the evening."
"Yep. I'll pick you up from class, and then we can do a snack run or something. Plus, I have it on good authority that the ducks are back in the pond, and I may or may not have some bread in the back of my car." Brittany's face instantly lights up, and Santana chuckles in response.
After Brittany's class, they stop to feed the ducks first. Santana has to remind the blonde to be careful as she almost takes off in a full run towards the pond. Santana sits on a mostly dry rock, tossing bits of bread to the less eager ducks, while watching Brittany command the attention of the rest of them as she makes sure she gives them all equal amounts of bread. Once all the bread is gone, Brittany sits between Santana's legs for a little while, and they just watch the water. "I love you," Santana whispers into Brittany's ear and tucks her nose into Brittany's warm neck.
"I love you too."
Santana squeezes a little tighter and feels Brittany shivering a little. "Cold, baby?" Brittany nods. "Why didn't you say something? We can go."
"I just like it out here. It's so peaceful."
"We'll come back. As often as you like. Next time, we'll bring a blanket so you're not sitting on cold rock." Standing up, she reaches down to help Brittany up. She brushes Brittany's butt several times, pretending to get some dirt off, but really, it's just an excuse to touch her butt. You can't blame her.
They stop by the grocery store to get everybody's favorite snacks before heading back to the apartment. Soon, their friends start to filter in. Hugs are given, and people start munching on snacks and finding seats. When Mike and Tina show up, Brittany has about five seconds of panic before Mike hugs her and lets her know that Rachel told them the abbreviated version and that if she needs anything, they are there for her. "I'm sorry I didn't call you myself."
"No, it's okay. You were preoccupied. I get it." She thanks him, and he and Tina find a spot on the floor to set up for the movie. Santana feels stupid when she explains what happened with the court, because she feels like she's making a speech, but whatever. It's done all at once, and she's happy for that.
After the movie starts, Sam gets up and goes into the kitchen. Needing to talk to him, Brittany untangles herself from Santana, telling her she needs a drink, and follows him. "Hey Sam. I need some help."
"What's up, Britt?"
"I have an idea for Santana's birthday gift, and I was wondering if you had anything at your shop."
"What are you looking for?"
"A ukulele. Santana mentioned a few times that she wants one, and I thought I could get her one for her birthday. I don't really know how much they cost, though, and I don't have much to spend."
"I think I can help you out. Can you get a ride to the music shop tomorrow?"
"Yeah, Santana has class late. I'll ask Mike or Puck." They both head back into the living room, where Brittany returns to Santana's lap.
Santana hates Tuesdays. Brittany has class all morning, and she has class all evening, so other than lunch, she knows she won't get to see her again until 9 PM. A few weeks ago, that would have meant she probably wouldn't see her until the next day. She's not sure if it's the accident or their decision to move in together in a few months, but either way, Brittany has spent every night since spring break with Santana. She loves it; nothing makes her happier than spending every night wrapped around Brittany, or vice versa.
Brittany plans on calling either Puck or Mike after lunch, but as luck would have it, she runs into Puck on her way there. He's standing outside of the dining hall with a bunch of his football friends. As she walks towards him, she hears some guy point her out as a "hot piece of ass walking towards us." Puck whips his head around and sees her before turning back around. "That's my bro. Be fucking respectful, asshole." Turning again, he gives Brittany a one-arm hug. "Hey Britt."
"Hey. Can I ask you a favor?" Puck nods. "Are you busy today after 4?"
"Nope."
"Can you take me to the music store? It's too far to walk with my ribs."
"Definitely, dude. I need some new strings anyway." After letting him know where to pick her up and giving him a hug, she sees Santana waving at them.
They eat lunch quickly, which means they have a few minutes to themselves after Santana walks Brittany to her next class. This leads to a particularly heated makeout session in an empty classroom before Santana realizes that she's going to be late and has to run out, trying to adjust herself in her compression shorts.
After tutoring that afternoon, Brittany meets up with Puck, and they go to the music shop where Sam works. "Okay Sam. Show me what you've got."
Sam pulls out a small black ukulele from under the counter. "What do you think about this?"
"It looks pretty. Is it a good one?"
"It's very good. It's used, but it looks brand new."
"How much is it?"
"What if I told you I could give it to you for $40?"
"What? How?"
"Employee discount, plus my boss owed me a favor for working so many opening shifts when he was out of town."
Brittany thinks it's perfect. It even kind of matches Santana's guitar. "I'll take it. Thank you so much, Sam. She's going to love it." After they check out and hang out with Sam a little while longer, Puck drops her off at her room so she can hide the ukulele there.
Sitting at her desk, she starts on her homework. However, she's having a hard time focusing. Her brain keeps drifting back to makeout sessions in empty classrooms. She's somewhere between developing what might be a real fantasy and trying to finish an assignment when Santana calls. "Hey B. I'm on break. What are you up to?"
"Homework, sort of, but mostly thinking about you in an empty classroom. Sexy things."
"Britt," Santana whines. "Not when I have to go back to class." Brittany just laughs. "Are you at the apartment?"
"No, I'm in my dorm room."
There's a brief pause. "Oh." Another pause. "Are you sleeping there tonight?"
Brittany can hear the disappointment in Santana's voice. Good thing she has no intentions of staying in her dorm. "Well, I was just planning on hanging out here and maybe showering until you're done with class, but if you need some alone time, I understand." Brittany knows what Santana is going to say before she says it.
"No! You should stay with me. I'll pick you up. Gotta go now, B. See you after class. Love you!"
"Love you too."
Since homework clearly isn't going to pan out for her, she figures that showering is the most productive thing she can do right now. When Santana texts to say that she's outside, Brittany is already packed and showered.
As soon as she gets into the car, she immediately pulls Santana into her for a deep kiss. "Mmm, missed you," Brittany mumbles between kisses. Santana hums in response. When things start to get a little too heated for the car, they pull apart, and Santana drives them back to their apartment.
