Despite knowing that she is much better prepared this semester, Brittany is nervous about finals week. Santana recognizes this early on and helps her make a very strict schedule that includes plenty of time for sleeping and eating. There are even designated time blocks for cuddling, which Brittany finds might be just as important as eating and sleeping. Her tutor is also more helpful than Brittany could ever hope for. She has extra sessions scheduled for the week of finals, as well as the week leading up to it. As usual, she isn't concerned about her dance classes. She and Mike have rehearsed a lot, and she knows he is going to perform her choreography beautifully, and that is all she can hope for. Whether or not her professors will like her choreography is another story, but she's pretty confident.
Rachel's dads have stopped sending her game requests for Words with Friends (which she never wins, anyways), so she can focus on studying. They also send care packages to both her and Rachel with candy, some fun pencils, iTunes gift cards, and a gift card to a restaurant nearby with specific instructions that they are to be used for a date night for each of them.
Like last semester, Brittany and Santana spend most of their time in a study room in the library, Santana studying what she needs to, but mostly there to keep Brittany focused. Sometimes, though, she serves as more of a distraction. More than once, she finds herself on top of Brittany, pressing her into the table several minutes into a heated makeout session. Well, that can't be helped. Neither of them are complaining.
Brittany only has one project and two exams standing between her and a wonderful summer. She and Santana have both been hired to work for their separate departments teaching classes at a summer arts camp—Brittany hip hop, Santana guitar and piano. Brittany is particularly excited, because this means she'll finally get to dance again (the doctors cleared her for the week after finals), as well as make some additional money. She will still teach her weekend dance class as well. Most of all, the summer means lots of time with Santana. They discuss times they will be able to go home and visit Santana's parents and things they want to do in NYC. She can already tell it is going to be the best summer of her life.
When she walks out of her last final on Friday afternoon, she is elated. She's pretty sure it went well, it is beautiful outside, and she is officially done with her first year of college. Pushing the door of the building open to her freedom, she thinks about what else she needs to do today, when she hears her name being called. Santana is standing against her car, smiling at her. As soon as Brittany runs to her, Santana takes her into her arms. "Go on a celebratory date with me?"
Before Brittany can answer, Santana pulls her in for a kiss. "Mmmm. What about packing?"
"After. I miss seeing you without books in your hands. Let's just go to dinner." Santana smiles sweetly at her.
"I have to change."
"You already look beautiful." How can Brittany say no to that? She doesn't, of course.
They go to a casual place nearby that they eat at maybe too often. They like it, and people don't stare at them when they kiss, because the crowd is fairly young. Santana is having a hard time keeping her hands off of Brittany. She just wants to be closer to her, as close as she can. Brittany, of course, loves the attention.
After dinner, Santana walks Brittany to her side of the car. Instead of opening the door, she backs Brittany up until she's pressing her gently into the door. "I've wanted to do this all evening," she murmurs as she leans up and claims Brittany's lips in a heated kiss.
It surprises Brittany at first. Santana isn't big on PDA, and this is certainly that. However, she can barely dwell on it for a second before Santana's tongue is brushing over her lips. The kiss continues to heat up, Brittany making barely-there noises into Santana's mouth that make Santana press herself further into Brittany. "Baby, you're getting hard," she mumbles between kisses. Santana knows that, but she isn't interested in stopping. Putting her hands on Santana's shoulders, Brittany gently forces them apart. "Let's go home." Santana nods, placing one more gentle kiss to Brittany's jaw, before opening Brittany's door for her.
They barely make it to Santana's bedroom before clothes start flying off. As soon as the door shuts, they are back to kissing, clothes being removed during short breaks for air. Brittany crawls onto the bed, and Santana follows. Reaching her hand between Brittany's legs, she wastes no time running a finger through her folds. "You're so wet."
"Mmm. Want you inside. Now." She leans up to kiss Santana again as she moves into position.
Santana grips her cock, lines it up with Brittany's center, and is quickly pushing into her. The loud moan that escapes Brittany's lips is more than enough confirmation that she should keep going. "So tight. Fuck, baby. You feel so good," Santana speaks hotly into Brittany's ear.
Other than a few whispered directions, there is little talking after that. Santana thrusts into Brittany with an urgency that speaks to how little time they have spent with each other in private over the past week and a half. It is quick but extremely satisfying, and soon, they both come at nearly the same time. Santana stills, the last of her strength draining into Brittany as she collapses on top of her.
"So good." Brittany's voice cracks. She runs her fingers through Santana's dark hair. "I love you." She hears Santana respond into her neck. In the back of her mind, Brittany knows that there is something she needs to do, but right now, there is nowhere else she would rather be.
A phone ringing pulls Brittany out of her sleep. She is laying on her stomach half on top of Santana, the sheet covering their legs but little else. As Santana reaches around blindly for the phone, refusing to open her eyes, she laughs quietly. She herself hasn't quite shaken the warm sleep feeling. Suddenly, the phone stops ringing. Her lips turn up as she repositions herself and starts to lay gentle wet kisses on Santana's naked breast and a lingering kiss on her nipple. Santana's breath quickens, and her hand threads into Brittany's hair. Brittany starts to kiss her way down when the phone starts ringing again.
"Fuck," Santana groans. Now much more awake, she rolls over and grabs her phone. "Yeah Mami, you woke us up." Brittany knows she should behave; Santana is on the phone with her mother. "Okay." Unable to stop herself, she starts kissing Santana's stomach as innocently as she can, given that she's thinking about how badly she wants to wrap her lips around her girlfriend's cock. "20 minutes? Okay, see you then. Bye." Santana hurries to hang up the phone. Just as she's about to thread her fingers through Brittany's hair, the blonde jumps off the bed. "Britt, what are you—"
"I completely forgot we were moving out today. Shit. Babe, I was supposed to pack last night."
It would be funny to Santana if Brittany didn't look so panicked. "Baby, calm down. It's fine. Come here." She reaches out, and Brittany takes her hand, allowing Santana to pull her back onto the bed. Santana hugs her.
"I just don't want them to get mad or feel inconvenienced or change their minds about me moving in here."
"That's not going to happen, baby. You don't even have that much stuff. Plus, they're used to moving me. I'm sure they've already assumed that they'll have to help pack. You've got to let go of the idea that they're just going to up and stop loving you, Britt. Even if you did frustrate them, which I doubt you could do, that doesn't stop someone from loving you. Yeah?"
Brittany nods against her. "Okay, but we should at least get there before they do." After kissing her forehead, Santana releases her hold and lets Brittany start to get dressed. Santana stands up and groans at her semi-hard dick. Looking over, Brittany stifles both a giggle and her urge to continue what she started. "Sorry, San. That's my fault."
"You think?" Santana chuckles. "It's fine. It'll go down soon. Just please put some clothes on."
They both finish getting dressed, grab some Pop-Tarts, and head to Brittany's dorm. Thankfully, she already has boxes that she bought earlier in the week when she had every intention of packing on Friday. Now that she's here, she realizes that Santana is right, as usual. She really doesn't have that much stuff. They are there for about 15 minutes, setting out boxes and trying to get organized, before Santana's family shows up.
Antonio, Maribel, and Gabe are all there to help. After hugs are exchanged, they all walk upstairs. Brittany is still a little nervous that they're going to be frustrated with her, but of course they aren't. Maribel just starts asking questions about what Brittany wants packed where, and Antonio and Gabe stand awkwardly in the corner, asking if there is anything heavy that needs to be carried down.
Things are moving very quickly. Santana is going through Brittany's desk, sorting papers. Most of them are easily put into keep or throw away piles. "Hey Britt, do you need this?" She holds up an envelope that looks important.
"Oh yeah. I need to put a copy of my birth certificate in it and send it. I've needed to do that for months."
As Santana puts the envelope in the keep pile and makes a mental note to remind Brittany later, a thought hits her. They didn't get anything out of Brittany's house when they went to talk to her parents. What if Brittany doesn't have any important documents or keepsakes? "Babe, do you have your birth certificate?" she asks gently, not wanting to upset Brittany.
"Yep, it's in the box in the closet."
"Thank God. I got scared that it was at your parents' house somewhere."
"No, I pretty much took everything important with me when I left for school. It's all in the box. That's where I keep important stuff." Walking over to the closet, Brittany pulls out a tiny box, smaller than a shoebox, and hands it to Santana.
"Can I look?" Santana asks. Brittany nods and turns back to folding her blankets. Santana opens the box to find that the top layer is a stack of little notes that she wrote to Brittany, a few pictures of them together, some movie ticket stubs, and a few other little things. Touched, she smiles and tells herself that they need to contribute more. They need a bigger box. Under that are some papers and Brittany's birth certificate, her social security card, and a small stack of pictures. "Are these baby pictures of you?" Brittany smiles and nods. Santana admires them for a few seconds. They are precious. Brittany was the cutest little baby. "You're adorable. I'm glad you have at least some of your baby pictures, Britt."
"That's all of them." She shrugs. "I assumed they wouldn't miss them." She grabs the bag of packed blankets, then kisses Santana on the cheek. "I'm going to run this down. I'll be right back." Then, she walks out, leaving Santana there, still holding the box.
Maribel watches as Santana walks out of the bedroom with an unusual expression on her face. Holding a small box, she heads in the opposite direction of the stairs that take them down to the truck. Following her out of curiosity and concern, Maribel finds Santana leaning against a wall in the bathroom, wiping a tear away. "What's wrong, Mija?" Maribel asks carefully.
Santana sniffs, wiping away another tear. "I just hate being reminded of Brittany's past. I hate how her parents never, I don't know, cherished her. It just upsets me."
"What happened, Santana?" Maribel is still confused.
"It's stupid," Santana responds, but hands her mother the box. "These are all of the pictures that Brittany's parents had of her. They all fit in this tiny, little box. Her whole life." Santana is getting worked up again.
Maribel understands. They have several albums full of pictures of each child, not to mention boxes of ones that didn't make it into the albums—pictures documenting everything they can. She hugs Santana tight. "We'll just have to make up for it and take more pictures. Okay?" Santana nods. She knows her mother already has some of them from past visits. She'll have to get copies. "Plus, I know you and Brittany are going to over-photograph your babies." That makes Santana smile. She has stopped choking every time her mother brings up babies, because honestly, the thought makes her so happy. "Cheer up, Mija. Today isn't a sad day. Your girlfriend is moving in with you! This is a big day!"
Santana nods and smiles before hugging her mother again. Then, they head back into Brittany's room to get back to work.
They are done packing in what feels like no time at all. Moving everything into the apartment is even quicker. Maribel, Antonio, and Gabe all stay to help Brittany unpack and organize everything. With their help, Brittany and Santana get most things done before Santana decides that they can do the rest on their own. Maribel insists on taking them to dinner and to Target before she, Antonio, and Gabe go back to the city.
"I'm incredibly thankful for your parents, but I'm relieved that they're gone. It's been a long day," Brittany tells Santana after they've given final hugs and promises to visit after Maribel and Antonio get back from their vacation in July.
"Me too. Should we finish unpacking?"
"It really is only a few more things. Why don't you go shower while I finish? Then, I'll shower. Then movie?"
"Sounds perfect. Movie night with my girlfriend in our apartment." Santana emphasizes "our." "That we live together in."
