More than intrigued, Santana does as she's told and sits down in the chair.

"I want to do something for you, because you're so amazing. This is kind of new for me too." For one second longer, Brittany stands there, seemingly collecting herself, then bounces over to the computer and hits play.

There are a few seconds where Santana is trying to figure out what song is playing before realizing that the song is the least relevant thing in the world. Right in front of her, Brittany has dropped her robe and is wearing a see-through tank and lacy panties. Santana's mouth drops open as she moves to the edge of her seat. "Britt," she whispers. She reaches out her arms to pull Brittany to her.

"No touching until I say so." Swallowing, Santana nods and sits back in the chair. Brittany's hips start swaying to the music, and within a few seconds, all nervousness that she may have felt in the beginning is gone as she continues dancing. She turns around and drops down, then slowly rolls her body back up before sitting down on Santana's lap and grinding into her now-hard cock.

"B-baby," Santana gasps as Brittany does it again.

Standing up and turning around to face her again, Brittany leans in until their lips almost touch. It is torture. Just when Santana is sure Brittany is going to kiss her, instead, the blonde whispers, "Put your arms up."

Complying, Santana soon finds herself without her shirt, sitting on a chair in extremely tented boxers, digging her nails into the chair to try and control her desire to touch Brittany, rules be damned. For her part, Brittany knows that Santana is suffering, but is sure that it is in the best way possible. She herself is so wet, she's practically dripping. Facing away from Santana, Brittany seductively unhooks her bra and lets it slide down her arms. Now naked from the waist up, she sways her hips a few times before turning back around, and Santana whimpers at the sight. Brittany smiles at her, then hooks her fingers into Santana's boxers and pulls them off before straddling her again. "Baby, I need you so bad," Santana speaks through gritted teeth. She's so turned on, it's actually painful. There's nothing more she needs right now than to be inside of Brittany, or for Brittany to touch her. Anything. She can't stop her hips from rutting upwards.

Hearing the need in Santana's voice, Brittany straightens up and slips her panties down before re-straddling her. "Is this what you want?" Brittany husks. Santana doesn't even have time to answer before Brittany grips her cock in her hand and drags the head through her dripping folds, nudging her clit. Biting her lip to stop the moan, she positions Santana at her entrance and finally, finally sinks down.

As Santana's eyes roll back, she thrusts up just a little and, to both girls' surprise, explodes into Brittany. It happens so fast, she has no way of stopping it. Feeling it too, Brittany sinks down as far as she can, moaning as hot cum fills her. As soon as Santana is done, panting hard, her eyes widen, and she looks into Brittany's darkened blue ones. "I-I," she starts, but Brittany silences her with a kiss.

Taking Santana's hands in hers, she pulls them up to her breasts and cups them. She pulls back from the kiss slightly to whisper, "You can touch now," then kisses Santana again deeply. The kiss totally makes Santana forget that she just came after being inside of her girlfriend for exactly two seconds. Thankfully, when she strokes her thumb over Brittany's nipples, and the blonde makes those desperate little noises into Santana's mouth, she starts to get hard again. She trails her fingers down Brittany's body to where theirs are currently joined and strokes Brittany's clit. Brittany starts moving backward and forward, grinding herself on Santana's semi-hard dick and into her fingers as she continues to rub Brittany's clit. Their lips separate, and Santana quickly kisses her way to Brittany's nipples, taking one into her mouth and sucking gently.

In no time at all, Brittany's breathing picks up, and Santana feels her muscles clamp down around her. Unsurprisingly, seeing, hearing, and feeling Brittany's orgasm has Santana completely hard again. After a few seconds of letting Brittany recover, she stands up, her hands cupping Brittany's firm behind as Brittany wraps her legs around her waist, and walks over to the bed. With her lips sealed to Brittany's, she starts thrusting rapidly in and out, angling so that she knows she's hitting Brittany's g-spot. The blonde is muttering unintelligible things and trying to pull Santana closer when Santana feels Brittany tighten around her again, causing Santana to come even harder for a second time, before collapsing on top of Brittany.

Time passes, measured in nothing but heavy breaths and sloppy kisses, before Brittany finally rasps out, "Sleep."

Still too tired and sated to speak, Santana nods against her. They shuffle up the bed, not even bothering with blankets, just keeping each other warm. Santana is almost asleep when she hears Brittany giggle. "What?" she mumbles.

"Your face when you came the first time was so cute."

"I don't want to talk about that, baby." Embarrassed, Santana buries her face in Brittany's back and tightens her arm around her waist.

"It was hot, babe."

Santana merely groans in response. She hears Brittany giggle a few more times before she feels her breathing even out. Smiling at the cute little noises Brittany is making, the Latina decides that as long as it never ever happens again, she can hardly blame herself for what happened. In fact, it was Brittany's fault for being too damn sexy. Wth a resolute nod, she allows herself to drift off to sleep.


The next morning, they are still in some sort of post-orgasmic bliss. Even as they get dressed, they can't keep their hands off each other. When they walk into the living room, still holding hands, they see Quinn sitting on the couch with the kitten in her lap. "Seriously guys? Could you at least try to be just a little quiet? I had to hold his ears shut." She mimes covering LT's ears. Both girls start to blush, Brittany more so. "At least they have the good sense to be embarrassed," Quinn stage whispers to LT. Eventually, they get over it and find themselves all sitting on the couch, watching some trashy reality show while Lord Tubbington makes his rounds, leaving none of their laps empty for long.

Later that afternoon, Brittany approaches Santana in the kitchen. "Hey baby. Want to go for a run?"

Santana almost immediately agrees, but then remembers that she needs to talk to Quinn alone. She doesn't particularly like Brittany running alone, though. "You go, but stay close, okay?"

"Always." After kissing her on the cheek, Brittany heads out.

A few minutes later, Santana knocks on Quinn's bedroom door before pushing it open to find Quinn, not surprisingly, laying in bed and reading. "Hey Q. Can I talk to you?"

Looking up, Quinn pats the space next to her on the bed. Santana sits down, but it looks like she's struggling to find words. "Just tell me, San. I can tell you're thinking hard about whatever it is."

Terrified to say these words out loud, Santana takes a deep breath and braces herself. "I think...I'm going to propose to Brittany." When her confession elicits no response, she looks at Quinn, expecting her silence to mean that she's stunned into silence. However, she just looks bored.

After a second, Quinn's eyebrow raises. "Is that all?" She watches as Santana's eyes widen. "I've known since pretty much the first day you two met that you were probably going to get married, San. Everyone has. I'm pretty sure even you did."

At that, Santana smiles a little, because maybe she did. "I'm thinking about asking her soon, though. Like, in less than two months soon."

"Okay?"

"Don't you think it's too soon?" Santana had expected Quinn to try to talk her out of it. That's the kind of thing Quinn would do—tell her they're still young, still in college, still teenagers.

However, Quinn is just looking at her like this news was in last week's paper, and Santana is the only person who hasn't read the article yet. "Maybe with almost anyone else. With you, though, I'm actually surprised you haven't done it yet. You've been looking at her like, 'That's my wife, isn't she perfect!' for months now." Santana laughs, because Brittany is perfect, and she knows exactly what look Quinn is talking about. "Do you have the ring?"

"Not yet, but I'm pretty sure I've found the perfect one. I want to get it customized a little bit first. I need to put the order in next week if it's going to be ready in time, and I was wondering...would you come with me to look at it?"

"Of course I will."

A few days later, the timing works out perfectly, because Quinn is taking the train to go see Rachel. Right when Brittany is about to get in the shower, Santana offers to give Quinn a ride. "Be right back." She kisses Brittany's cheek before exchanging I love you's, and she and Quinn head out of the door.

As they get closer to the jeweler's, Santana gets more nervous. She thinks the ring is perfect, that it's the only possible ring she could picture on Brittany's finger, but what if Quinn hates it? What if she thinks Brittany will hate it?

By the time they walk in, her hands are shaking. Quinn notices as Santana nods to the woman behind the counter before walking right up to where the ring is and pointing to it in the case. "That's the one, except I want more of those tiny diamonds like on that one, so it will really sparkle," she almost whispers, her eyes reverent.

Quinn notices how the woman behind the counter smiles fondly at Santana. "How often do you come here?"

"Almost every time I'm out by myself. I just wanted to be sure. What do you think?"

Quinn takes a few minutes to really look at it. This isn't the kind of best friend advice she can rush. As she examines the ring, she starts to feel her eyes prickle with tears when she imagines Santana giving it to Brittany. It's definitely the one. "Yes. It's perfect," she tells Santana honestly.

Santana looks at the woman behind the counter. "Okay. I'm ready to buy." The woman smiles and doesn't even have to tell Santana a price. They've apparently already discussed it, since Santana writes out a check, hands it to the woman, and thanks her for everything. Sometimes, it really is that easy to make decisions that will change your whole life—although she suspects the decision has already been made for some time.


Brittany and Santana spend the rest of summer much like how they started it: relaxing by the pool, going for runs, walking around the park, having sex, and sleeping. It is perfect, and neither of them would change anything. As promised, they go back to visit Santana's parents the weekend before school starts. The Latina spends most of it preoccupied with whether or not she should tell her mom and dad that she is going to propose to Brittany. She knows exactly how she is going to do it, but maybe talking it through with her mom will help?

No. She has never been more sure of anything in her entire life. She can do this. Plus, she doesn't want anyone to know before Brittany, because she knows the blonde will want to tell people and witness their reactions together.

When school starts again, things quickly become busy. Like last year, they often only see each other during the day at lunch, the major difference being that they now sleep together every night. Waking up every morning and going to bed every night with Santana makes every day better, Brittany thinks.

On the first Wednesday night after school starts, they're laying in bed when Brittany brings up something that she talked with Kurt about earlier that day. "Babe? Do you want to go to LGBTA again this year? I know we kind of stopped last year, because we got busy, but Kurt wants us to go. I figured we could, at least until we get too busy. If you don't want to, that's fine. You're telling Kurt though." She smirks.

Santana shakes her head and laughs. "No, let's go. It's nice to at least see everyone a few times, and I know Kurt will be glad, now that he's president and all." The next day, they meet up after class to have dinner and head over to the meeting together. They walk into the meeting room together laughing, because Brittany just managed to trip over her own feet. "You're so graceful, baby," Santana jokes as she picks a seat and sits down, pulling Brittany onto her lap.

"Mhmm. Kiss," Brittany demands, and Santana obliges.

As soon as Brittany pulls back, she sees Anna walk in, talking to some girls she recognizes but whose names she doesn't know. Anna is pointing at them, and Brittany can tell from the look on her face that she is, once again, talking shit about Santana. She feels anger course through her. This isn't going to happen again, not to Santana, ever, if she can help it.

Without a thought other than protecting the love of her life, she gets off Santana's lap and walks right over to Anna. "Listen to me right now. This is done. It ends here. I don't care what your opinion is of my girlfriend or our relationship. If I hear anything else, you're going to be sorry. I promise you, you don't want to know what happens when you hurt the people I love." After giving her words a second to sink in, Brittany turns around, walks back to Santana, and sits next to her, taking her hand and lacing their fingers together.

If it were anyone else, Santana would be so embarrassed. Mad, even. With the exception of that one time last year when Mercedes yelled at Anna, which she wasn't even there for, she never lets anyone fight her battles. Not on purpose, at least. Sometimes, her brothers do, but she always gets angry at them for a while until she can rationally figure out that they always have her best interests in mind. This time, however, it feels different. It doesn't upset her to have Brittany do that. She feels loved and protected.


A few days later, exactly two weeks before their anniversary, Santana insists to Brittany that she get to plan their celebration. She feels lucky that their anniversary falls on a Saturday, which makes the very stressful situation slightly easier. On Friday evening, she checks and double-checks her reservations for the restaurant and the hotel, packs them a bag, and makes sure she has everything else that she needs. Despite her best efforts to not let her anxiety show, she knows Brittany can feel that something is off.

Originally, Brittany is sad that she doesn't get to plan their anniversary, or at least help. However, Santana promises she can plan it next year, and Brittany can tell this is important to her, so she lets it go and tries to just be excited for whatever it is that Santana has planned. Regardless of her excitement, she can feel Santana's anxiety and catches her trying to sneakily check and recheck her plans several times. Brittany is torn between hating that Santana is anxious and finding it endearing how important this is to her. They could order pizza and watch movies, and it would still be perfect to Brittany. Being with Santana is pretty much always perfect.

That night, when they go to bed, Brittany can tell, even after the triple-checking, that Santana is worried about tomorrow. As soon as Santana takes her clothes off, Brittany holds her close, feeling Santana sigh into her. "I'm really excited for tomorrow," Brittany tells her and feels her tense in her arms. "No matter what you've got planned, we get to celebrate us. That's perfect." She feels Santana ease into her a little, and after many I love you's and many good night kisses, they both manage to fall asleep.

When Santana wakes up the next morning, she almost forgets that she's so nervous she could throw up. Brittany is sleeping peacefully, still all tangled up with Santana. Even when it's hot, even while they're asleep, Brittany manages to find a way to make as much of her skin touch Santana's as possible. Enjoying the closeness, the Latina runs her fingers up and down Brittany's back. All too quickly, however, the anxiety settles back in.

It feels like the day flies by, and soon, Santana is standing in front of their closet, trying to decide what to wear. The evening isn't even complicated, just dinner and a walk in the park, then back to the hotel. However, none of that eases her nerves as she pulls on her tightest pair of compression shorts. An hour and a text from Brittany saying she is ready (she got ready in Quinn's room) later, Santana is putting on the last touches of her lip gloss. Taking a step back to check herself out, she smirks. If nothing else, she looks hot as hell. Her hair is tousled, her eyes smoky, and her dress red and tight (Brittany's favorite). After slipping on her black heels, she leaves her room and walks to the living room to meet her girlfriend.

Brittany is wearing a dress Santana hasn't seen before. Wanting to look nice for the brunette, she bought it specifically for tonight after finding out that they are going to a "dress-worthy" restaurant. It is blue and silver, short, flirty, and sexy without being skin-tight. She looks so amazing, Santana almost doesn't want to leave their apartment. Almost.

The restaurant is fancy and probably too expensive, but Santana doesn't care. Other than a look Brittany gives her when she first opens the menu, she doesn't bring up the prices either. Everything is perfect; it almost feels like a pre-celebration. After dinner, Santana drives them to the park where they had their first date. Once she stops the car, she takes a deep breath. "Ready?"

They walk up the path, careful not to trip, as they are both wearing completely inappropriate shoes. Brittany keeps looking around for something, although she doesn't know what. She guesses it's the reason they're here, the reason Santana is clinging to her hand like a lifeline. Soon, the lake comes into view, and with the sunset, it is absolutely breathtaking. Brittany feels Santana's grip ease slightly.

When they get to what feels like the perfect spot, Santana stops Brittany and pulls her to face her. "I brought you here, because I'm pretty sure this is where I fell in love with you. Sometimes, I think it was the day I met you, but here, when we were talking the day after that party, and the first time you kissed me? That is when I knew. If you think about it, this has been a mess of a year. A lot of bad stuff happened. But I know, without a doubt, it's been the best year of my life." Santana is starting to tear up, and she can tell Brittany is too. Determined, she presses forward. "All I know is that I think we could have a lot more best years. I know we can. The idea of living a life without you is too painful and unrealistic to even think about." She takes a deep breath. "I love you, Brittany, more than anything in this world, more than I ever thought possible for me to love another person."

Santana reaches into her clutch and pulls something out. Then, she slowly gets down on one knee. Brittany's face slowly morphs from unconcealed love to shock.

"Stay with me forever, Brittany," she chokes out, grabbing Brittany's hand again. Tears are now falling freely from both girls' eyes. "Brittany, will you marry me?"