Warning: NSFW ;)

Again I almost doubled my usual word account, but I didn't want to split this chapter in two, so enjoy :)

Dinner is lovely. Santana even manages to behave, mostly because of Alonso, even though she can't seem to be able to keep her hands to herself. The food is awesome and the three of them are full by the time desserts arrive. Sonso insists in wanting a piece of chocolate cake, and even though Brittany feels like she might burst, she accepts to share a piece of apple strudel with Santana.

"God, I'm so full I don't think I can move for a while." Brittany grumbles as Alonso lays back on his chair rubbing his tummy with his hand.

"Me too, Britty!" He chirps. "But it was soooo goood..." He adds dreamily. Santana is sure he might fall asleep before the countdown for the new year starts.

"Neither of you know what a real New Year's feast is like." Santana chimes with a smirk as she chugs half a glass of wine as if it was water.

"Do tell." Brittany says, resting a hand on Santana's thigh, feeling it twitch under her touch.

"I remember when I was little, at my Abuela's house... there was so much food at Christmas and New Year's that we could all eat, each one of us could take leftovers home, and there would still be food on the table..." She says with a dreamy smile. Just now she's realising that not all of her memories from her childhood are bad ones. Unfortunately things went south for her pretty early in life, but her earliest years...if she really thinks about them...those were happy years. "And none of us were complaining like you pair of sissies!" She adds, not letting her mind wander too far down memory lane, raising a chastising finger in the air.

"What is a sissy?" Alonso asks innocently.

"A pus- " Brittany starts answering. Maybe she has drunk a little too much wine and her brain-tongue filter is pretty much turned off, but fortunately Santana reacts quickly, kicking her shin quite hard, making her wince in pain, but effectively shutting her up mid-sentence.

"A crybaby, a coward. That's a sissy." Santana answers her son as she grabs Brittany's hand under the table - the one resting on her own thigh - and moves it higher, almost reaching her crotch, as a silent sorry for the kick.

Brittany forgets the pain instantly. She even forgets they are in public as she leans into Santana and kisses her neck hungrily. Not an easy task for Santana to contain the moan she feels bubbling in her throat, but somehow she manages to scurry away, for the sake of her son.

As a sign sent from above, the music starts playing at that exact moment, and everybody else starts getting up to hit the dance floor. Even Brittany. But she stops as she sees Santana still sitting down, serving herself yet another glass of wine.

"Santanaaaa..." She whines. "C'mon, I wanna dance." She adds looking at the brunette with a pout.

"Oh, I know what you want, miss. And it's not dancing." Santana snorts with a playful smirk, but subtly moves her head towards Alonso to remind Brittany that they are not alone yet.

It works, as Brittany sits back down with a huff.

As Santana imagined, Alonso is knocked out pretty soon after dinner, but she wants to have him there for the start of the new year, so she lets him sleep on the chair as Brittany and her keep talking, and drinking.

"The slit of your dress has been driving me crazy the whole night..." Santana mumbles, feeling a little drunk and a lot horny, as she softly run her fingers over bare skin, making Brittany visibly shiver.

The blonde is not able to control herself as she nearly throws herself on top of Santana, sitting sideways on her lap, wrapping her arms around the brunette's neck, and kisses her deeply.

Both of them are dragged out of their own world as the countdown begins. Even Alonso wakes up by the loud noises and runs towards the pair, climbing on top of Brittany's lap. Santana is feeling a little constricted with all the weight on her, bus she doesn't complain.

The three of them cheer loudly as the year ends, and Brittany grabs Santana's face kissing her tenderly this time.

"Happy New Year, mi amor..." Santana mumbles into the kiss.

"Happy New Year, mama!" Alonso yells as Santana and Brittany part, and hugs the brunette as tightly as he possibly can. "I love you." He mumbles sleepily before hugging Brittany. "I love you, too, Britty..." He adds quietly and Brittany nearly melts.

"I love you too, buddy." She says softly, hugging him back. "I love you, too." She repeats, kissing the top of his head affectionately.

When all the cheering dies down and the band starts playing again, Santana informs Brittany that it's time to take Alonso to the nanny, and asks the blonde to wait for her there, as she wants at least one dance before they call it a night.

It doesn't take her even ten minutes to come back, but as she steps into the dance floor, she finds Brittany sensually dancing with a blonde bimbo, who's hands are all over her woman. She sees green. No me gusta.

With a stern look, she walks towards Brittany, who smiles happily as she sees her, and grabs her arm firmly, pulling from it to separate her from the unknown blonde.

"Fuck off." She grumbles to the mysterious lady, who snorts shaking her head before leaving. "What do you think you are doing?" She then groans really close to Brittany's ear, her hold on the blonde's arm still tight.

"Told you I wanted to dance." Brittany answers with a playful chuckle, as she grabs Santana's ass with her free hand. "I like when you get jealous."

"I am not jealous." Santana grunts snorting. She gets as close to Brittany as she possibly can, releasing her arm from her grip only to grab the blonde's hips possessively. "I just don't like anyone touching what's mine..." She mutters huskily into Brittany's ear as she starts moving to the beat of the music, commanding Brittany's body to do the same with her firm hands.

"You are totally jealous. And it's turning me on..." Brittany half moans into Santana's ear as she presses her own body against Santana's, moving her hips sensually with the music.

They keep dancing until they are sweating and breathing raggedly into each other's ears. Then Brittany looks at Santana, batting her eyelashes sensually.

"Take me out of here." She mumbles, and her wishes are Santana's command.

Soon they are heavily making out and groping each other in the elevator, and they barely make it to Brittany's room before Brittany has already lost her dress.

Santana turns her around roughly and pins her against the wall, pressing herself into Brittany's back.

"Nadie más que yo puede tocarte." [Nobody else can touch you] She grumbles, running her hands down Brittany's sides, as the blonde squirms under her touch, and under her words. She loves hearing Santana speaking Spanish. "You are mine, understood?"

"Yes, ma'am..." Brittany grunts letting out a moan as she presses back into Santana's body, before she uses all the strength she can muster to push Santana away and turn them around, pinning Santana against the wall, facing Brittany this time.

Santana wince-moans as her back hits the wall, and Brittany smirks before biting the brunette's lower lip playfully.

"Mhhmm, I know you like it a little rough..." She grunts against Santana's mouth before kissing her deeply as she runs her hands down to the back of her thighs, hoisting her up, making the brunette wrap her legs tightly around her waist, making her red dress roll up to her hips in the process. "I'm going to get you out of this dress..." She starts, moving her mouth to Santana's ear, nibbling on her earlobe sensually. "I'm going to rip off your underwear..." Her tongue runs down the side of Santana's neck hotly. Santana can only groan in pleasure. "And I'm going to fuck you with the strap on I have conveniently brought with me, so I can touch every inch of you as I pound you..."

"I'm not wearing any..." Santana mutters, licking her lips hotly, her pupils blown, her dark hair already made a mess. Brittany can only stare at her and at how beautiful she looks. "Underwear. I am not wearing any..." Santana adds between ragged breaths as she tightens her legs around Brittany looking for some friction.

"Fuck." Brittany grumbles as she moves away from the wall, carrying Santana to the bedroom.

Soon, Santana has lost her dress and, true to her word, she's completely naked, except for her shoes. As she goes to take them off, Brittany stops her.

"Leave those on." She commands and Santana can only nod. She's used to be the domineering one, but she can't deny this side of Brittany is making her hornier than she has probably ever been.

Santana takes a seat on the bed as she observes how Brittany accommodates the strap on around her hips. The size of the dildo is actually impressive, but her mouth is nearly watering at the sight.

"Come fuck me, Britt... I'm ready for you..." Santana let's out and when Brittany looks at her, she finds the brunette half laying back on the bed, her legs parted, leaving her glistening core on full display, and she's touching herself gingerly as she looks at Brittany with hooded eyes.

It's not long before Brittany has nestled herself between Santana's legs and is thrusting the strap on roughly and deeply into her, as her hands, as she said, are roaming all over Santana's body.

Santana is literally a hot mess. She can't keep her eyes open as she fists the bed sheets between her hands and screams Brittany's name into the ceiling, her body exploding into the most powerful orgasm she's ever felt. Even her legs are visibly shaking.

Brittany helps her come down from her high with soft thrusts before pulling out delicately. As she tries to move away, Santana uses her last strengths to stop her by clawing her back so deliciously, Brittany can only moan.

"Uh-uh, what do you think you are doing?" Santana almost whispers, her voice sounding thick and husky again. "Now you are going to take off that thing, you are going to put it on me, and you are going to ride me until I tell you you can stop..." She commands as she runs her tongue all over Brittany's ear.

"Yes, ma'am." Is the only thing Brittany is able to articulate as she moves to do what she was asked to do.

Soon, she is bouncing and rolling her body deliciously on top of Santana, who is watching, enjoying the show, as she thrusts deeper into Brittany every time she comes down.

"Santana, I'm going to come..." Brittany groans, running her own hands through her own blonde mane.

"Do it, babe. I want you to come all over me..." Santana instructs softly, meanwhile moving her own hand to rub over Britt's clit, helping her tropple over the edge of her climax. A wave so strong that makes her fall forwards on top of Santana.

"Te amo, mi vida." [I love you, my dear] Santana whispers as Brittany slowly comes down from cloud nine.

"I'm so yours, proudly so..." Brittany whispers back once she regains control of her breath and kisses Santana's lips tenderly.

Both of them can already feel their hearts breaking. This goodbye is going to be the hardest thing they ever had to endure.