santana and brittany

one month

The door opens, "Woah! Britt, how'd you get a fan back here so fast?"

Santana pulls away and clears her throat before looking over her shoulder at Taylor.

"Sorry, San..."

"Santana." Santana says and she sounds a little irritated

I give Taylor a look, telling her to leave if she doesn't want Santana to snap on her for interrupting us. Taylor gives me an apologetic look before walking back out.

"Wanna get out of here?" I ask her when she looks at me

"Yes, but first I wanna say hey to Mercedes," Santana says as she pulls car keys out of the pocket of her jacket, "The rental car is parked out front."

I take the keys from her hand, "Where are we going?"

"To the hotel room I got us," she runs her lips over mine, "so that we can catch up."

Santana gets off of me and walks out of the dressing room. I smile to myself and grab my stuff and my flowers before walking out of the building.

I throw my stuff into the backseat of the car that Santana rented and get into the driver seat. I start the car and wait a few minutes for Santana to finally get in.

"I got you tomorrow off," she says as she puts her seatbelt on, "You're all mine."

"Where are we going?" I ask after placing a kiss on her cheek

She picks her phone up and type something in. A few seconds later I'm getting directions from her phone. The ride was only ten minutes and the whole ride there Santana held my hand in her lap.

Right as soon we get to our room, I push Santana down onto the bed. I stand in between her legs and unbutton and unzip her jeans. She laughs as I pull them off of her and lay with one leg in between hers.

"I've missed being able to do this," I say while looking at her lips, "I've missed every part of your body," I whisper as I slide my finger though her center and she bites down on her bottom lip, "How are you already wet?"

"Don't tease."

I smile and get on my knees as I pull Santana up into a sitting position. I pull her shirt up and over her head, leaning her in nothing but her undergarments.

I let my eyes look from top to bottom and I bite down on my bottom lip. Santana places her hands on my shoulders and pulls me down onto her and her lips. Santana parts her lips without me asking and I slip my tongue into her mouth.

She pulls on my shirt and moans, "Take it off."

I pull away for five seconds and take my shirt off and toss it to the side.

I move my lips down her neck suck on certain areas that I know will get her going. As I kiss a very sensitive spot behind her ear, I unhook her bra and pull it off of her. I go back to kissing her lips and I pinch the nipple of her right breast, causing her to moan.

I lay on the right side of Santana and press my lips against hers. She brings her hand up and cups the right side of my face, gently scratching me with her nails.

I pull away and start to slowly pull her underwear off of her, she kisses my neck at the same time. When they're off I look at her and she bites down on her bottom lip.

*

"I," peck, "love," peck, "you," peck, "so," peck, "much." Santana says in between pecks

She rolls off of me and pulls the blanket over us as she lays her head down on my chest. I wrap my arm under her and rest my hand on her side.

"Remember the first time you told me you loved me?" I ask and she laughs

"And you didn't say it back? Yup, I remember."

"I've been loving you since junior year. I just never told you because..."

"Because I never wanted to talk about my feelings," Santana, says cutting me off, "I've heard this story before."

"Now look at us. Married almost four years later," I say and she looks up at me, "My dream came true a long time ago the moment you told me you wanted to be with me in your bedroom. That's when everything changed and everything finally made sense to me."

She blinks hard and grins, "Are you trying to make me cry?"

I laugh and kiss her on the forehead, "I would do anything to do it all over; to have another argument about me hanging out with Chantel or you saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. This is everything I wanted."

"You're everything I wanted," Santana says and she begins to make circles on my stomach under the blanket, "I just wanted somebody to wanna be with because they wanted to be with me and not because I'm me. You've opened my eyes to so much and without you I would probably still be in the closet engaged to some d-bag who's cheating on me with his secretary," Santana says and I laugh, "People would kill to have what we have because it's so real and this is hard to find. I will never stop saying I'm happy to be going through this with the love of my life."

"Give me a kiss," I say and she presses her lips against mine. She pulls away and licks her bottom lip, "Every kiss feels like the first."

"Our first kiss was something else."

I laugh, "We were gonna have sex the first night we kissed but then someone knocked on the door because they thought it was the bathroom."

"Stoner Brett."

"Do you remember our first time?" I ask and she rolls her eyes before laughing

"Like it was yesterday," she says, "The summer before our junior year. The both of us haven't been with a girl before so it was a little awkward and confusing."

"Speak for yourself. I knew what I was doing." I lie and Santana rolls her eyes

"This has been one hell of a rollercoaster." Santana breathes out

"Has? This ride just getting started. We just made it to the top and now we're waiting for us to drop and go through all the twists and turns."

Santana laughs and kisses me one more time before getting out of bed to get our phones. She hands me mine as she gets under the covers and lays her head back down on my chest.

"My pictures are better than hers." Santana says and I look away from my phone screen and at hers. She's looking at a picture that Kim Kardashian took of herself, but it's not her face. It's her body in a bikini, "Look at this!" Santana yells as she scrolls onto another girl's bikini picture but this one is he girl trying to show off her ass.

"Yeah, your nudes are way better." I say and she looks up at me with wide eyes

"I wasn't talking about nudes. I was talking about pictures of me in bikinis," Santana says and I laugh, "You keep all the pictures I send you?"

"Of course."

"Why?"

"I don't know. They're nice to look at."