Hi! Okay, so this is the second part to this fanfic even though it was supposed to be a one shot… um I hope you like this and it's still just rated T.

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There wasn't a more comfortable place in the world than in Brittany's arms. They just fit so perfectly together, they even breathed well together. And that was scary. The storm had passed and Santana's mind couldn't stop drifting off to when this whole charade began with her and denying her sexuality. She had long since admitted to herself that she was in love with Brittany. Saying it out loud was the problem. "You know," Brittany started and Santana held her tight that same exact night. "It's okay to be scared, everyone's scared of something-"

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"I thought we were going to study…" Santana said softly. She sat on the other side of the Josh Mcley's bed with her arms folded. His parents weren't home, he had closed his bedroom door and the lights were now dim. She looked around nervously as he walked over to her.

"Relax." He said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and began to kiss Santana's neck. She could feel his hand inching closer up her thigh, making its way past her Cheerio's skirt.

"Josh…" She said firmly. Santana pushed his wondering hand away.

"You know, everyone calls you a tease." Josh suddenly became a bit more aggressive and pushed Santana down as he straddled her. "And they're right. You are." Santana gulped, she didn't bother to push him off or even tried. She laid there and took heavy breaths.

"N-No I'm not."

"Yeah you are, you go out with all these guys and you just tease them into thinking they're going to get some." His hands were now on her hips, sliding up her Cheerio's top and pushing it higher up her torso. Santana took her hand and placed it over Josh's, stopping him again.

"-I don't want too… okay? I just don't…"

" I think you're a lesbo."

"Wait what-"

"A dyke, just admit it." He chuckled. "I see the way you stare at Brittany…"

"We're just friends. I'm not gay!" She exclaimed. Josh chuckled once more.

"I bet you'd tongue her until she couldn't take it anymore."

"I like boys!" She said a little louder as her grip on his hand got tighter as he moved it down to her thighs once more. He pushed them open slightly and grinned. Santana felt her stomach turning into knots and sinking low into the bed.

"Show me."

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"Britt, can we please just not talk…"

"No, we can't just not talk." Brittany wiggled out of Santana's hold to face the other girl. "I don't get it…" Brittany tries to take Santana's hand but the Latina snatches away.

"What don't you get?!" Santana screams, she moves to the edge of the bed and looks into the darkness of the room. "I don't love you! I can't love you! It was fun at first but this is too much-"

"Fun? So I was just fun to you?" Santana gulps and shakes her head.

"I-I didn't mean it like that." Santana whispers.

"Then how'd you mean it?"

"I mean… I liked it… but I just… Britt this is so damn complicated…" She runs her fingers through her hair; she's not frustrated with Brittany, she's frustrated with herself for being a coward.

"It's not complicated! If you love me then love me and stop trying to love Puck because he loves everything with legs."

"I-I can't."

"Why not? Why can't you?"

"Because… I-I can't…"

"Look at me," Brittany moved to where Santana sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her fingers. Brittany takes Santana's chin gently and pulls her head up. "Look at me and tell me you don't love."

"Don't ask me to do that." Santana says shaking her head free. "Don't do that to me…"

"Tell me," Brittany demands leaning in a bit closer. "Tell me you don't love you."

"I-I…" Santana did what she didn't want to do. She looked into Brittany's eyes and felt her heart start racing, and her body giving in. "I can't say that…" Brittany gets up and gets on her knees, taking Santana's hands and holding them tighly.

Santana knew. She knew she shouldn't have looked into Brittany's eyes because now she was trapped and there was no way out. She sobbed out loud at the feeling of Brittany's warm touch, how it warmed her and made her want nothing more than to be with the blonde.

"I love you…"

"Brittany…" Santana whined. She wanted Brittany to shut up, to just let it go and let her be miserable on her own.

"No, I love you. I love you. No one else…" She says as her thumbs stroke the back of Santana's hands. "I want to be with you… all of you. And I don't care if you're scared because… I know you, Santana." Brittany looks up at Santana. "You're the bravest person I know and I know that one day you'll have the courage to come to terms with this." When Brittany sees that Santana isn't resisting her she gets up and sits on the Latina's lap. She watches at the other girl closes her eyes and gasps, her hands finding the curve of Brittany's hips. "And I'm willing to wait for you because I love you, but you have to stop pushing me away…"

"I'm sorry." Santana was sorry. Sorry for making Brittany wait, sorry for making her feel like she was anything less than special to Santana, anything less than everything in her life.

Because Brittany was everything.

Santana would take a bullet for the blonde. She'd punch anyone that she needed to. And if she could she'd give Brittany the world, and though Brittany already had Santana's world; Sometimes she felt like that wasn't enough. Brittany deserved more. So much more. Brittany deserved someone that could give her everything under the sun, not someone who kept her locked away.

"Don't be sorry for how you feel, I'm not." Brittany wraps her arms around Santana's neck, "Tell me you love me."

"Britt…"

"There's no one else here but you and me." Brittany leans forward, placing her forehead on Santana's , letting her blonde hair fall free and below her shoulders. Santana closes her eyes tightly and takes in a few deep breaths. "You don't have to be scared when you're around me. Just… let it out." Santana let's a few seconds pass before she's breathing heavily, her tears falling down her cheek. Brittany pulls back to wipe her tears way but Santana catches her wrist.

"Don't," She whispers as she pulls Brittany back to her, the Latina's arms falling to the small of Brittany's back and drawing her in. Santana catches Brittany's lips in a slow, easy move. The first kiss was innocent, but then Brittany opened her mouth, giving Santana's tongue permission. And as their tongues danced, Brittany could hear Santana whimpering, crying. She could feel her gripping onto her lower body with such force and care and urgency that she didn't know how to respond. The Latina gasped as Brittany's tongue stroked expertly in her mouth, she shivered at the familiar feeling that she was positive that she would never get tired of; she pulled Brittany impossibly closer and poured herself into the kiss. She poured all of her doubts and fear into the kiss and let everything go. She wanted to hold onto Brittany forever. They shared quick breaths and tasted each other's tears while the electricity of the moment took over her body. Took over her mind. "I need you," Santana mumbled as she pulled away slightly. "God, do I need you, Britt."

Brittany kissed with everything that she had. Everything she could come up with. She wanted Santana to know that she need her just as much, and that she was just as scared but that she was willing to go through all of it with her. Because if they had each other no amount of judgment could break them apart. Memories of her and Santana's first kiss came crawling into her mind. Brittany remembered Santana being so scared and so frightened that night two years ago freshmen year. How hard the brunette was shaking and how deeply she was breathing. Her eyes not once going to Brittany as they sat on the blonde's couch and watched the Little mermaid. Though Brittany wasn't the smartest person, she wasn't dumb. She sat up and closed the distance between her and Santana. What's wrong, San? She asked raising her eyebrow. Brittany knew exactly what was wrong, but she was a tease…

Nothing B-Britt…

Something has to be wrong. You're breathing funny. Brittany said taking notice at how Santana breathing picked up even more when she got closer. And without anymore encouragement, Santana lunged forward, attacking Brittany with her lips and knocking her backwards onto the bed. And when Santana finally pulled away, Brittany giggled,

Finally.

But then the other girl pulled away, she pulled away with red eyes and rosey colored cheeks as she whimpered some more. "I love you. I love you so much, I just…" Santana pauses, she'd never felt so exposed before.

So vulnerable.

Brittany breathes deeply, waiting for Santana to finish. "I don't… I can't deal with the stares Britt, the whispers and the looks."

"But you'll have me. You'll always have me." Brittany told her gently. "You won't be alone."