"I...uh," Santana stutters, equally surprised by her Freudian slip. "It's just a figure of speech. I don't—"

"You love her," Quinn says in disbelief.

Santana doesn't know what to say. Part of her is screaming "Hell no, I'm not in love!" while another part is saying "Well, maybe."

"You love her!" Quinn repeats

"Quinn, stop saying that word for a second." The brunette puts her face in her hands.

After a few seconds, she glances up through her fingers to find the blonde staring and smiling at her. "I'm going to go. I need to think. Stop looking at me like that." Santana glares before standing up.

"Okay, take all the time you need," Quinn says, a little too eagerly. "You know, loving her wouldn't be a bad thing. Again, I'm not judging."

Santana just shakes her head before walking towards the door.

"Wait, San?"

"Yeah?"

"So the date was really that good?"

The cheerleader smiles. Despite her inner confusion, she still replies confidently, "It was perfect."

Needless to say, Santana avoids Quinn and Brittany for the rest of the day. She just locks herself in her room to think.

Love. The word seems so foreign to her. She never got the impression that her grandparents or parents actually love her, so she's never experienced family love. Obviously, she's never liked anyone romantically enough to love them. That leaves friends, of which she hasn't had many. She loves Quinn like a sister, but needless to say, it is completely different from the way she feels about Brittany.

Does she love Brittany?

She knows she's never had such a strong connection, never felt so attracted to anyone else. One look from those blue eyes makes her knees go weak. Brittany is just so easy to relate and talk to. The blonde makes her feel safe, like she doesn't have to worry about her parents or status or school or her sexuality. Labels simply melt away when they're together.

Is that what love is?

As much as she hates to admit it, she wants that perfect romance, that fairy tale ending, the ones shown on TV and in movies. Santana Lopez wants to be loved, and she wants to love.


"San. Saaaan," a familiar voice whispers in her ear.

"Mmhuh?" Santana mumbles.

Suddenly, someone attacks her mouth with a full-on tongue in her mouth kiss. She wakes up immediately. She doesn't have time to process where her darling girlfriend came from or that she's barely awake or that her parents might be downstairs. All that matters is Brittany's lips on hers.

Then, they aren't. "Uhhh!" Santana whines, her eyes finally opening to be met with devilish blue eyes. After that mind-blowing kiss, she can't help but want more.

"Morning babe," Brittany says cheerily before pecking her lips again. She then proceeds to get on Santana's bed and sit on top of her.

Despite her fatigue, the brunette manages a smirk. "You know, if I keep waking up to your awesome kisses, I'm going to start expecting them every morning."

"Good, because I plan on having it happen more often," Brittany says before leaning in and kissing her again.

This time, it's Santana's turn to pull away. "Whoa, wait. Not that I don't want you here, but what are you doing here? How did you get in? Oh shit! My par—"

"San, relax!" Brittany interjects before giggling. "I climbed in through the window—which, by the way, was way too easy, and you should really lock it, so no creepers can get in the room. Your parents are gone, and can't a girl sneak into her girlfriend's room and wake her up with a mind-blowing kiss nowadays?"

As Santana stares at her, "I love you" runs through her head. Catching herself before she accidentally says it out loud, she instead teases, "Jeez, another sentence like that, and I'll think Berry possessed your body or something."

Brittany gasps dramatically. "How dare you compare me to the hobbit?! If you keep being so mean, I won't make you breakfast anymore."

Santana's heart melts. "Aww, Britt, you were going to make me breakfast?"

"I was, before you were so mean."

Suddenly, Santana springs to life, launching herself at Brittany so that she falls backwards and the brunette ends up on top of her. Then, Santana starts her assault on her neck. "How can I make it up to you?" she asks hotly as she presses soft, wet kisses along the blonde's collarbone, causing her to shiver.

Brittany feels her toes curl and her skin tingle as arousal shoots through her. "Just...keep doing that," she says with a soft moan.

Santana does. Once again, the urge to just have Brittany takes over her. It grows stronger and stronger each day. The blonde's hands move down to her back, under her shirt, and start stroking lightly. Santana's kisses get wetter and sloppier as they trail downwards, and she starts to unbutton Brittany's shirt.

"San," Brittany whimpers. "We should stop." Her actions really don't match her barely-there protest as she arches her back up and into Santana's kisses.

The brunette is now nipping the skin at the top of Brittany's breasts. "It doesn't look like you want to stop," she teases. Her hand starts wandering up Brittany's stomach, which is now completely exposed. "You've been holding out on me, baby. I know you want me, and you know I want you too. I think we've waited long enough. Give me one good reason why I should stop." With that, her hand slips under the blonde's bra to grip the soft, supple flesh there.

"Shit." Brittany exhales, somewhere between a moan and a whimper.

Cautiously, Santana pinches her already-hard nipple and revels in the sound her girlfriend makes before squeezing her eyes shut and gasping, "San." Hearing Brittany say her name like that causes her to clench around nothing. She knows her panties are already ruined.

Opening her eyes, Brittany looks into Santana's brown orbs. They're so warm and dark, filled with lust and passion and something else that gets Brittany's heart racing even faster. She was never one for eye contact or feelings, but with Santana, everything feels so right.

She wants this. Just as much as Santana does, if not more. No longer able to deny her girlfriend or herself, she rolls them over. "You should stop, so I can focus on making you feel good," Brittany breathes.

Not fair! Santana really wanted to finally see Brittany's boobs. "But I wasn't—"

"Santana, my first time with a girl was in a bathroom stall at a shitty bar. I want your first time to be special. I want our first time to be special."

"Britt—"

"Just let me take care of you."

Looking up, Santana sees adoration and desire in her favorite pair of eyes, as well as that emotion she's been seeing in herself lately. She nods ever so slightly, and Brittany smiles down at her before connecting their lips passionately. All of Santana's pent-up sexual frustration from the past month is really getting to her, and as they kiss, she can't help how her hips roll into the blonde's.

Then, Brittany sucks at her lower lip while tugging at the bottom of her shirt, silently asking permission to take it off. Eagerly, she lifts her arms up, and Brittany tears the article of clothing off. Disappointed when Brittany's lips don't immediately return to hers, Santana opens her eyes, ready to protest.

The dancer is blatantly staring at her chest. Right, she isn't wearing a bra. "Oh wow," Brittany almost sighs. She'd thought that Santana's boobs looked good with her shirt on, but with it off, they are simply perfect. Perfectly round, perfectly pert, perfectly tan. Her nipples are dark and hard and pointing straight at her. They make her mouth water and her sex throb. Never has a pair of breasts turned her on this much, and she's seen a lot.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer," Santana says cheekily. She is seriously turned on and craving Brittany's touch.

As if snapping out of a daze, the blonde looks at Santana's face, which looks both annoyed and amused. It is sexy and cute at the same time and sends Brittany's head spinning. Without wasting another second, she leans back in to capture Santana's lips, simultaneously cupping her breasts. They feel amazing. Her boobs are pretty big, especially for her frame, but Brittany's fingers are long, and it's like they were made for each other.

Knowing to start slow, Brittany begins to gently squeeze and massage. Then, she lightly trails her thumbs across her hard nipples, eliciting a loud moan from the goddess beneath her. "You're so hot, San," Brittany breathes.

Santana doesn't even try to reply. Her mind is a bit preoccupied.

After kissing the side of her mouth, Brittany moves her kisses to her jaw, then her neck, until finally, her warm mouth envelops one of Santana's hardened nubs. The brunette's hands fly into blonde hair, and her whole body presses into Brittany's as she pants. "That feels so good, Britt," she groans. Brittany licks and sucks with expertise, making sure to give both breasts equal attention. "Britt," she whines, "I-I need..." Santana doesn't know exactly how to finish the sentence. She's never asked anyone to fuck her before; they usually don't wait for an invitation. Now, however, she is literally desperate for Brittany's touch. Her hips are canting upwards, searching for any kind of friction, and her whole body is buzzing. She needs Brittany inside.

Brittany moves back up to kiss Santana sweetly. "Just tell me if you want me to stop, okay?"

"Britt, as much as I love that you're being sweet, I really just need you to fuck me. Now."

"You got it." The blonde winks. Moving back down Santana's body, she stops briefly to admire her tight abs with her tongue, enjoying the brunette's salty skin and rippling muscles. She could seriously make out with her stomach all day.

"Stop teasing!" Santana half-moans, half-demands, feeling like she is literally going insane.

Not bothering to apologize, Brittany chuckles, then quickly pulls down Santana's pants and underwear in one swoop. "You're beautiful," she whispers reverently. Completely naked, Santana is the most gorgeous thing she's ever seen.

The way the blonde is staring at her makes Santana even more aroused. She spreads her legs in a welcoming gesture, surprised to find that she doesn't feel nervous at all.

"You're so fucking wet, San," Brittany breathes out, mesmerized.

"It's all for you, babe. Please."

Without wasting any more time, Brittany settles herself between Santana's legs and closes her eyes at her scent. She can't wait to taste her.

Eagerly, she gives Santana's beautiful pussy a long stroke with the flat of her tongue, eliciting the loudest moan from Santana yet. "Fuck!" she screams. "Do that again."

Wrapping her arms around Santana's body, Brittany supports her back as her tongue teasingly dips to apply light pressure to her tight ring of muscles. Then, she licks up to her clit and laps small circles around it.

Santana is literally trembling. Her skin is on fire, and her heart feels like it's going to slam out of her chest. Never has a boy ever done this for her; they always focused on their own pleasure and didn't really care about hers.

Suddenly, she feels the blonde's tongue thrust into her, and she groans as her hips buck into Brittany's face of their own accord. She can't stop her hips from moving in time with Brittany's thrusts. "Oh, yes! Yes, so good," she pants, barely aware of the words and noises coming out of her mouth.

Brittany loves how vocal the Latina is being, loves that she is pleasuring her girlfriend so well. The feeling of her tight walls clenching around her tongue is sensational. Sensing that Santana is close, she changes her position and moves back up to suck and lick at her clit.

Santana is about to protest that she wants her back inside when two fingers are roughly thrusted into her. "Fuck!" she gasps as she feels her orgasm approaching rapidly. She feels so full all of a sudden, the pleasurable stretching of her pussy combined with the wet pressure on her clit making her feel like she is going to explode. "Oh god, harder. Fuck me harder, Britt! Fuck," she moans loudly. As Brittany complies, Santana bucks rapidly into her. Her entire body is glistening with sweat, and she doesn't even notice the volume of her moans or the string of four-letter expletives coming out of her mouth.

She has never felt this good in her life, ever. This reward is more than worth the weeks of sexual frustration she had to endure. All the kisses and touches and looks and feelings that led up to this moment and—

"Fuck! Brittany!" Santana screams as she climaxes. Everything tenses for a second until she explodes with pleasure. Her sight blurs for a second as she feels waves radiate from within her, her whole body shaking and trembling with ecstasy. Her breathing is erratic as Brittany's fingers continue to push in and out, prolonging her release. As she comes down, her heart is beating rapidly, but she feels a sort of calm relaxation.

Brittany is still wrapped around her and looking at her with that charming smile she loves so much. "Hi," the blonde says simply.

"Hi," she replies lazily. "That was so fucking awesome. Thank you." Santana feels like a loser for thanking her girlfriend for a mindblowing orgasm, but fuck it, her brain is too mushy to think of anything else. Plus, it totally was awesome and perfect, just like Brittany.

"You're welcome," the blonde giggles. "So was I good?"

Santana cuddles into her, burying her head in Brittany's neck. "It was seriously the best feeling ever. I love...I loved it."

It's official: Santana Lopez is in love.

However, she would be crushed if Brittany didn't reciprocate those feelings or if she left because of them. Deciding to not focus on her epiphany, Santana starts, "I really want to try to return the favo—"

"Oh shit!" Brittany suddenly exclaims as she looks at the clock on Santana's bedside table. "We're late for school!"


Neither girl eats breakfast that morning as Brittany had originally planned. They are both half an hour late to school and, needless to say, look fairly suspicious walking into class late together.

"Ladies! Why are you late to my class?"

"Woke up late, ma'am," Brittany says cheekily.

"Separately," Santana adds.

Mrs. Doosenbury glares at them. "Lopez, first tardy is a warning. Pierce, detention. Take your seats!"

Begrudgingly, Santana takes her seat next to Puck, while Brittany sits next to Quinn.

"So I take it breakfast went well?" the shorter girl asks. Brittany had texted her earlier to see if Santana's parents were gone.

"Yeah, it went really well," she responds distantly, smiling like a madwoman. Even though they're late and hungry, and she's really horny, the morning was perfect. Santana looks so beautiful when she comes.

"I know that face!" Quinn whispers. "You two had sex!"

Brittany's eyebrows shoot up as she blushes. "Quinn," she warns.

"Oh my god, you look so cute right now. You're trying to look mean, but I can totally see how hard you're blushing."

Brittany quickly turns her face away. "Stop it, Q." She doesn't know what else to say.

"Fine, but oh my god. Was that your guys' first time?"

Sometimes, Quinn is just too nosy for her own good.

"Ms. Fabray! Keep it down back there!" For once, Brittany is thankful for Mrs. Doosenbury's super hearing.

"Sorry, Mrs. Doosenbury!" Quinn calls.

Brittany sighs in relief. She's safe, for now. Letting her mind wander again, she stares at the back of her girlfriend's head and the little bit of the side of her face she can see from this angle. Santana's so pretty. She could stare all day. This morning was simply magical. She can't wait until they're alone again. Honestly, it wouldn't even matter if Santana never touched her; she would be content with just pleasuring Santana. Wow, how things have changed.

Then, she sees some movement, and her eyes narrow. As their teacher's back is turned, Puck leans over and whispers something into her girlfriend's ear.


Santana is thinking about her morning as well. She can almost still feel Brittany's fingers pumping in and out of her. She was so wet for her, wetter than she has ever been before.

Then, Puck's obnoxious voice shatters her daydream. "What was up with you and Pierce coming in together?"

When his hot onion breath tickles her ear, she goes with her instinct, which is to physically put her hand on his face and shove it away. "What the fuck, Lopez?" he hisses.

"We ran into each other in the parking lot. My parents kept me in the morning," she lies.

As predicted, the mention of her parents shuts him up, at least temporarily. He knows who they are.

"So who are you going to Homecoming with?" he asks nonchalantly.

"Why the fuck are you still talking to me?"

"I'm just trying to be nice. Is that a crime?"

"If it was, it wouldn't be the first one you've committed."

He ignores that comment. "Hey, if you have no one to go with, I—"

"Stop right there, Noah. I thought I made it clear that I want nothing to do with you. Sure, I'm sorry for stringing you along, but I don't like you. I never did."

That effectively shuts him up for the rest of class, but only because he is arrogantly thinking, No one can resist the Puckasaurus. There's got to be a reason why she doesn't want me.


Brittany wants nothing more than to hold Santana's hand or kiss her on the cheek or even carry her books for her. However, she knows she can't, so she settles for standing at a reasonable distance as the girl opens her locker. "What was Puck talking to you about?" she asks, a little harshly.

"Nothing. He was just being annoying as usual," Santana replies as she shoves a textbook into her locker.

Brittany looks at the ground as she mumbles, "I really hate it when he talks to you."

When she looks back up, Santana is gazing at her with a sexy smirk plastered on her face.

"What?"

"You look really hot when you're jealous," Santana says lowly.

"What? Like I would ever be jealous of that egotistical little dickhead."

Santana slams her locker door shut. "Seriously, so fucking sexy." She winks, leaving Brittany's throat dry and her panties wet. Then, she leans in and whispers, "By the way, I still plan on returning the favor. I haven't even gotten to see you naked yet."

Brittany is surprised she doesn't moan out loud.

"I'll see you later, Britt," Santana smiles sweetly before sauntering away, leaving the blonde to gawk after her.

This secret relationship thing is going to be harder than she thought.