Neither can keep the smile off their face as they lean in to kiss. Before they can get carried away, Brittany separates from Santana and tells her to go get in the shower.
After she's finished, and while Brittany is in the shower, Santana gathers blankets and throws them on the couch. Quinn is gone, spending a few weeks with Rachel at her house, so she doesn't have to worry about making messes or annoying Quinn, not that it's ever a huge issue. After picking a movie that she knows Brittany will like, she settles onto the couch to wait. A few minutes later, Brittany cuddles into Santana on the couch, and they start the movie.
Santana is sure that the movie is great. At least, she thinks it might be, but she's distracted by playful kisses from Brittany, not that she's not complaining. The kissing deepens after a while, and Santana can tell that Brittany wants to play. She is about to suggest that they move this back to the bedroom when she realizes they don't have to. No Quinn, no problem. She flips Brittany onto her back and straddles her, kissing her deeply until the need to breathe causes them to separate. Then, she slides off the couch and onto her knees right in front of it. "San, where are you going?" Brittany pouts.
"Just relax, babe." Santana grabs Brittany's thighs and rotates her a bit so that she's kneeling between them. Smirking up at the blonde, Santana slips her fingers beneath the elastic waistband of her own boxers that Brittany's wearing, and pulls them slowly down her legs, then off. She starts placing slow, teasing little kisses on the insides of Brittany's thighs until she is squirming.
"Stop teasing," Brittany gasps. Santana shakes her head no before blowing warm air on Brittany's visibly wet center. Brittany's breath catches, and she presses her hips forward, hoping for any friction. Grinning, Santana presses a light kiss on top of Brittany's clit, then pulls back before she can get any relief from the contact. "San..."
Relenting, Santana starts to lick just a little harder, still managing to avoid touching the places Brittany really wants her. After a few teasing licks, she flicks her tongue over her clit. Brittany gasps. Suddenly, Santana is hit with a desire that she has had before, and would really like to try. "I'll stop teasing if we can try something new."
"Anything," Brittany husks, pupils blown. She's extremely turned on.
"I'm going to lay down, and I want you to kneel on top of me. Is that okay?"
Brittany nods. She really would do just about anything right now to relieve the pressure. Santana situates herself on the ground, and Brittany climbs off the couch, kisses Santana once, then places her knees carefully on either side of Santana's face, facing her feet. Grabbing Brittany's hips, Santana pulls her down until she's perfectly positioned. True to her word, she eagerly starts licking Brittany—long, firm strokes with her tongue that leave Brittany having to concentrate on not bucking her hips into Santana's mouth too hard. She can't help the small backwards and forwards motions, though, as her body instinctually seeks out release.
Catching sight of the tent in Santana's boxers, Brittany immediately falls forward onto one of her hands, using the other to pull the underwear down. She leans forward and takes Santana into her mouth, suckling on the head before taking more in. She can't believe how turned on she is right now.
Not that she's complaining, but Santana wasn't expecting that. Suddenly, her dick is pressing into Brittany's mouth, and it causes her to lose focus on what she's doing for a second. Before Brittany notices that she's stopped, she forces herself to concentrate and resumes licking her. She can't stop herself from moaning into Brittany even more.
Santana isn't going to last long with Brittany's mouth on her, and her mouth on Brittany. Two of her favorite things are happening at once, and she's honestly a little surprised that she makes it past 30 seconds. She does, but not by much. When Santana feels herself about to come, her movements still against Brittany, and her back arches up in some kind of warning before she explodes into Brittany's mouth. Gently circling the head of Santana's cock with her tongue, Brittany eagerly swallows every last drop of her cum. As soon as Santana is done, and Brittany knows it too because her mouth is pulling slowly off of Santana's dick, she dives back in, licking Brittany's clit they way she knows will make Brittany come in no time at all.
Brittany forces herself back up to kneeling over top of Santana, giving her better access. It feels amazing, in a different way than when Santana normally goes down on her. This feels dirtier, more primal somehow. Santana can tell Brittany is getting close. Her hips are moving in small circles, and her breath is coming quicker. Reaching up, she slowly presses three fingers inside of Brittany, whose answering low, long moan tells Santana that that is exactly what she wants. Santana pumps in and out at an even pace, focusing her tongue on Brittany's clit. It isn't long before Santana feels Brittany's muscles clamp down on her fingers, and Brittany is shaking above her while moaning her name.
As soon as Brittany comes most of the way down, all she wants is to be in Santana's arms. Carefully, with shaking limbs, she raises herself up, causing Santana's fingers to slip out of her. Then, she turns around and lays on top of Santana, who, always knowing this is what Brittany needs, pulls her into her arms whispers sweet words of love into her ear. "That was awesome," Brittany mumbles into Santana's neck.
Santana can't help the laugh that escapes her lips. "I'm glad you approve, even though I didn't mean for you to do anything to me."
Brittany pushes herself up to look at Santana. "There is no way I could've stopped myself. I could tell it wanted me."
"It always wants you."
"Good." Brittany lays back down before continuing. "I used to hate blowjobs."
"If I didn't already know why, I'd be surprised by that."
Brittany smiles into Santana's chest. They lay there for a few minutes before getting up, removing the rest of their clothes, and going to sleep.
On Wednesday, Brittany wakes up extremely nervous. Normally, she can manage to at least lay still enough to not wake Santana. Today, she fails miserably. "S'wrong baby?" Santana half-yawns.
"Today's Wednesday."
"Mhmm." Brittany can tell Santana is fading back to sleep.
"San." Brittany shakes her gently. "Grades are up today."
Santana cracks one eye open to look at Brittany's face. She looks so nervous. Santana doesn't think she's ever checked grades the day they came out—but then again, she's also never, not for a single moment, ever been concerned about passing a class, or keeping a scholarship, or getting kicked out of school. Forcing herself completely awake, she opens her other eye. "First of all, good morning, love." She kisses Brittany softly. "Let me get my laptop. We'll check them together, okay?" She rolls out of bed and walks over to grab her laptop. When she turns around, she catches Brittany staring at her. She gets it. Watching Brittany get out of bed in the morning is definitely up there on her list of reasons why she likes to sleep naked. "Okay, perv. Do you want to check first, or do you want me to check first?"
"You first. And I'm not perving, I'm appreciating." Curling into Santana's side, Brittany watches as she logs into her account and navigates to grades. "You got all As! Even your horrible professor gave you an A!" She crawls onto Santana's lap and kisses her deeply.
"Slow down, B, or we're not going to get to your grades."
Brittany pulls back, blushing. "I'm just proud. I love you."
"I love you too. Your turn." Brittany resituates herself so that she is still on Santana's lap but can also type on the computer. Clicking the link to see her grades, she forces herself to keep looking at the computer. Before she can even register the words on the screen, Santana is wrapping her up and pushing the computer away. "Britt! You got straight As too!"
Brittany's eyes are wide as she lets Santana hug her tight. "That's never happened before," she whispers, half to herself.
"You're on the Dean's List, Britt! We have to call my parents."
Brittany nods and claps her hands, excitement now setting in. She got all As! She's not going to lose her scholarship or get put on probation. She knew tutoring was working, but this is real proof. They call Santana's parents, who put them on speakerphone and cheer when they hear both girls got straight As. Although they expected it of Santana, they are no less proud of her. Knowing how hard Brittany works for her grades and how much she stresses about them, they are absolutely ecstatic that all her efforts paid off. Antonio and Maribel decide that they will take the girls to a celebration dinner when they visit in July. Brittany has never, not once in her life, been celebrated for her grades in school. She can't stop smiling.
The next two weeks pass way too quickly for Santana's or Brittany's liking. Lazy days filled with sleeping late, swimming, going for runs together, making love whenever they want, and going to bed much later than they should. It is the best two weeks of either of their lives.
As Brittany gets dressed in comfortable clothes for dancing, she hopes that the next few weeks won't be so bad either. Today, they both start teaching at the summer arts camp that is run through the school. However, it is torture getting Santana out of bed. They didn't go to sleep early enough the night before, and Santana with not enough sleep in the morning—especially after weeks of sleeping in—is not the happiest Santana. Still, she manages to get up, and they go their separate ways.
When Brittany meets Santana after camp ends for the day to walk back to the apartment, she notices that Santana still looks really tired. "Hard day?" she asks, kissing Santana on the cheek.
"Not really. Kids were all good. We mostly just did intros and whatnot."
"You look tired. I thought for sure you would have woken up during the day."
"Nope, still exhausted. Guess I'll just need extra cuddles tonight."
Brittany laughs before linking their arms and looking up in thought. "I think I can manage that."
However, going to bed early that night doesn't cure Santana's fatigue, and by the end of the second day of camp, it is clear that she's getting a pretty bad cold. Brittany tries to convince her that she should stay home the next day, but she doesn't want to do that. After that, it becomes routine where Santana wakes up feeling worse every day, Brittany tries to convince her to stay home and rest, and Santana refuses. They teach for six hours a day, and Brittany makes sure that as soon as they're both done, Santana does nothing but lie down and drink tea for the rest of the day.
While Brittany loves every second of camp, she is eager for it to end; she thinks that Santana is definitely getting worse. A few days in bed are definitely needed in order to help her kick whatever this is. She doesn't think Santana can physically consume any more vitamin C or liquids, since Brittany has been pumping her full of both, and desperately hopes that more rest will do the trick.
By the time camp ends, however, Santana still doesn't feel any better. Some days, she thinks maybe she does, just a little, but then the next, it gets even worse. However, she's glad that she sticks it out. The kids have grown a lot, and Santana learns that she might even enjoy teaching. Brittany is pleased, because she always thought Santana would make an excellent teacher.
A few days later, Brittany wakes up pressed against a very warm and sweaty Santana. Placing her hand on her forehead, she can immediately tell that Santana has a fever. When Santana wakes up, she tells Brittany that she doesn't feel any worse, but Brittany can tell that's not true. Her cough sounds a hundred times worse, she barely has the energy to get out of bed, and she's still sweating. "Maybe we should call your dad?" Brittany asks as she's brushing Santana's hair, trying to soothe her in some way.
"No, babe. We can't. They're on vacation, and they'll just worry. You know how they are. People get sick, it's no big deal."
It doesn't feel like no big deal. Brittany doesn't know a lot about medicine, but she knows that fevers are supposed to break, and this one seems to last all day. However, she doesn't want to go against Santana's wishes, so she just watches her carefully and takes care of her in any way she can.
For the next few nights, Brittany takes to waking up in the middle of the night to check on Santana. Some part of her just needs to make sure she's doing okay, which might be silly, because Santana is almost always asleep. Still, Brittany can't help herself. Usually, she gets up and makes sure Santana has enough water in her bottle before kissing the sick girl's cheek and going back to sleep.
Tonight, she instantly knows that something is wrong. It takes her just a second to register that her arm, which is resting on Santana's stomach, feels like it is burning. Quickly sitting up, she examines the still-sleeping girl. Santana isn't breathing as deeply as normal, and when Brittany gently puts her hand on Santana's forehead, she gasps at how hot it is. She instantly goes into panic mode. She needs to get Santana up, so they can go to the hospital or call her dad or the doctor or something. "San, wake up." There is no reaction. "Santana, wake up, baby. Come on." Still nothing. "Santana, wake up right now." She panics even more as she shakes an unresponsive Santana. There is absolutely no reaction.
Santana is not waking up.
