Chapter 32

Brittany POV

I can't believe the school year is nearly over. It seems like just yesterday I met Santana, and now I'm getting ready to spend the whole summer with her. Well, at least until I have to go visit my extended family late in the summer. But I do plan on asking her to come with me. Once I check its ok with my parents anyway. I'm just so excited.

Right now, I'm sitting in the Lima Bean with Kurt, drinking hot chocolate on the day before the last day of school. Santana had to go straight home after school, so I decided I'd see if Kurt was up for a chat.

"What are you and Santana going to be doing this summer, Britt? Since it's your first one together," Kurt asks, sipping from his latte as he replies to a text. Probably from Blaine.

"I don't know, to be honest. We haven't really discussed anything," I tell him, looking down at my own drink.

"Actually, speaking of Santana, where is she? I barely ever see you two apart." I can't stop the heat rising to my cheeks.

"She went straight home. Her mom needed to talk to her about some stuff alone. I'm going over there later on," I say, sipping some of the hot liquid. Kurt raises his eyebrows as he lowers his own drink from his mouth.

"Any idea what it is?" Kurt asks, to which I simply shrug. "Well I hope it's nothing to worry about."

"What do you mean?"

Reaching over for my hand, he elaborates. "Well I know they moved here earlier this year. What if they're leaving again?" My eyes widen as soon as the words leave his mouth.

"No, it's not that. San said that they aren't moving again, at least not until she's finished high school," I assure him, despite the small amount of doubt crawling into my head now. It's not going to be that, I know it. She told me herself.

"Ok, Britt, calm down. I'm sure its not, I didn't mean to worry you, I'm sorry," he squeezes my hand once more, calming me just a little.

Shaking my head, I apologise too. "No, I'm sorry. To be honest, it is something that has been worrying me a lot recently," I admit to my best friend. I haven't told Santana about it, because I don't want her to deal with it, especially since she has already spent so much time trying to convince me that she isn't going anywhere.

"Why have you been worrying? She only been here a year, would they really move somewhere else after such a short period of time?" Kurt questions, eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah, they've done it before. Before they moved here, they were only in Columbus for a year. Because of her dad's job, they move wherever he is needed," I explain. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I smile instantly once I see who it is.

San: On my way, babe. I'll be about 10 mins. Love you xox

"San's on her way," I make Kurt aware of the reason for my random giddiness. He nods in understanding with a smile of his own before he turns a little more serious again.

"You should tell her how you feel, you know." He's probably right. Actually he's really right. I should definitely speak to her.

"I think I'm going to wait until she says something about it first. For all I know, Kurt, I've got nothing to worry about," I reason. I want to stop talking about this. "Anyway, what are you and Blaine doing this over the summer? Any major plans?"

He instantly lights up at the mention of Blaine. "Well, Blaine and I are actually going to the beach house his family own for a week or two. I'm so excited, Britt." I can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm.

"I can tell!"

A loud tone comes from Kurt's phone, so he looks at it to read the message. "That's my dad," he says. "He's in the parking lot." Standing up, he gathers his things, and I stand too. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" he questions.

Nodding, I agree. "Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow." I smile and lean forward for a hug, which he gives me in the form of a tight squeeze.

"Hey, hands off my girl!" A husky voice sounds from behind us, and I beam. Turning around and effectively out of Kurt's embrace, I wrap my arms around Santana instead. "Hey, you," she giggles into my neck, holding me back tightly.

Kurt chuckles at us. "I'll see you girls later," he announces, and without waiting for a reply, quickly makes his way out the door.

"Ready to go, babe?" Santana asks, pulling back and bending down to grab my bag. I nod to her, before lifting my drink my lips to finish off the last of my hot chocolate.

"Ready!" I say, placing the mug back down on the table and facing her. Santana smiles at me brightly, reaching up to my mouth to wipe some froth away from my lips. I blush slightly when she slips that particular thumb into her mouth to lick it off. "Yeah, definitely ready to go," I squeak, grabbing her hand and pulling her with me towards the exit, the sound of her laugh vibrating the air around us.

I climb in the passenger side of her car once Santana unlocks it, and she quickly follows to the driver's side, not before chucking my bag in the backseat. "We going back to yours?"

"Yeah, if you still want to do this. We don't have to," Santana checks before she sticks the key in the ignition. I shake my head and look at her as she pulls out of the parking lot.

"No, I still think we should do this. That is, if you're comfortable enough to. At the end of the day, they're your parents, babe."

"Yeah, Britt, I'm perfectly comfortable. I just wanted to make sure you were 100% about it," Santana grasps my hand as she pulls onto a straight road.

"I think, as long as you're beside me, I can do anything, Santana," I reveal, blushing deeply for the second time in the past 15 minutes. Looking over at my girlfriend again, her smile lights up the whole car.

"I love you so much, you know that?" Santana simply says.

My smile grows. "I love you too."

Santana and I pull up on her driveway, and went as soon as she switches off the engine; she turns in her seat and looks at me. "Are you sure?" She asks again. "I know I keep asking, Britt, but I'm serious. I need you to be completely positive about telling them."

"Why do you seem so worried, San?" I furrow my eyebrows and look into her eyes.

Santana sighs, and closes her eyes. "Britt," she whispers. I grab her hand and squeeze. When she reopens her gorgeous brown orbs, I can clearly see tears shimmering in them. I begin to speak, but she cuts me off. "My dad might not be ok with it. I don't want him to upset you."

I don't say anything for a few moments, taking in her words. I had worried about what her parents would say about it. What if they didn't accept it? What if they thought I was a freak? The only thing I was absolutely sure about, was that whatever her parents reactions were, Santana would stick by me. And that is the biggest comfort I think I could possibly have. To know that she wouldn't leave me, even if her parents didn't approve, was so amazing, and I don't think I could love her more for it if I tried.

"Britt?"

Santana voice snaps me out of my thoughts. "Sorry," I whisper. "Do you really think he isn't going to take it well?" I ask, my eyes begging her to be honest with me. "What about your mom?"

"Honestly, B, my mom is one of the most caring people you'll meet, and I have no doubt in my mind that she will be fine with it. My dad though…" she trails off. Santana sighs again. "My dad isn't really all that accepting of things that are what he doesn't consider to be normal."

I form an "o" with my mouth as she speaks, more than a little nervous now. "Ok," I nod my head.

"I was pretty lucky when I came out. To begin with, he didn't really like it that much, but after a while, he came around. He said at the end of the day, he just wanted me to be happy," my girlfriend goes on to explain. Since I lowered my gaze to the footwell of her car, Santana tries to find my eyes. "Britt?"

"Can I just ask you one thing?" Despite my previous thoughts, what she is saying now is causing me to doubt them. Santana nods her head immediately. "What will happen if your dad doesn't accept it? Like with us I mean?"

"Nothing, B. Baby, I don't care what my parents think, you're always going to be my girlfriend, you hear me?" I nod back at her. "I'm not going to sit here and lie to you; there is a big chance he won't take it well. Even as a doctor, I know he has never come across a girl with a penis before. If he had, I guarantee I would have heard about it by now," Santana chuckles, causing me to release some giggles of my own. "But, I promise you right now, it doesn't matter what he says, I will stick beside you. I love you too much to let you go now."

Smiling brightly, I lean forward and softly capture her lips. "I love you too. So, so much" With that I kiss her with everything inside of me.

Flashback

Santana POV

Once I'd finally managed to clear Brittany's house of drunken teens, shutting the door behind Puckerman, who was winking crudely at me, I quickly make my way back into the living room, where I find my girl wearing a hell of a lot less than she was when I left.

"Jesus, Britt, are you trying to kill me?" I mutter as I strut towards her. Once I reach the blonde, and her devilish smirk, I push her backwards onto the couch behind her, straddling her hips as soon as she's seated.

Brittany joins our lips automatically as I grind my hips down on her hard member, forming a tent in her jeans. I groan shamelessly when I feel the friction against my hot core. I don't think I can handle any foreplay.

"Fuck me, B."

Brittany growls at my words, undoing her pants and pulling them down before she makes quick work of removing my panties. I lift my knees accordingly to help her, leaving my skirt around my hips. I grasp her hard cock in my hand and run the tip through my wet folds, nudging my clit. "Oh my god, San. You're so wet," Britt breathes whilst I just groan even louder than before. My blonde girlfriend bucks her hips at just the right time, entering me swiftly and filling my right up.

I gasp as I feel her huge member stretch me so well, in a way I know nobody else could. I start to roll my hips promptly, smashing my lips back into Brittany's again. Pale hands clamp onto my ass cheeks at the same time as a soft, wet tongue dives into my mouth, curling around mine, and we moan in sync. As Britt thrusts up rhythmically, I slam my hips down on her pelvis, feeling myself clench around her.

"Ah, San," Brittany pulls away from the kiss first with a hiss as she feels me flutter around her dick.

"You feel so fucking good inside me, baby," I moan, moving my kisses to her neck as I continue to bounce up and down on her lap. I suckle on her pulse point, provoking Brittany to thrust up again, hitting just the right spot. "Fuck," I curse loudly, throwing my head back and riding harder, feeling her graze that spot again and again.

"That's it, baby, ride my cock. God, Sanny, you look delicious right now," Britt mumbles, looking down at my glistening sex as it encompasses her rock hard erection. She squeezes my hips tighter, helping me to lift them so I can pound down on her faster and harder. I can only whine as I feel my orgasm rush towards me so fast, I can practically hear it.

"I gunna cum, B. So fucking hard!" I scream her name when it hits me, gripping her shoulders and digging my nails in, barely registering her hiss at my actions. My inner walls flutter around Brittany's dick so tight, and it forces her to cum as well. I can only groan at the combined sensation of her squirting deep into my pussy, and the beautiful squeaking noise she makes as she unravels beneath me.

I hold her close as we ride out the final waves of our orgasms. As Brittany's cock turns semi hard inside me, I move my head from where my face is burrowed in the crook of her neck, and smile sweetly at her. She giggles when she sees my face, but pulls my head closer so she can claim my lips once again.

I can't help but moan at the feel of her tongue sliding against mine, squeezing her body even closer. My eyes flutter as we kiss passionately, and I catch sight of the clock on the wall. Mumbling against Brittany's lips, I continue to kiss her. But she pulls back, laughing hard at me. "What the hell did you just say?"

I giggle back at her, and try again. "I said; we should really move up to your room before your parents come back. It's getting quite late," I nod towards the clock, but Britt doesn't turn around the look at it, she just nods her head, agreeing.

"Ok." She begins to lift me off her, and I sigh at the loss of contact. My legs are a little shaky, so I stand carefully, using Brittany's hands for support. "You good?" she asks before she lets go. I nod, and watch her lean down to pick up my discarded underwear. When she stands back up, she herself wobbles a little, more than likely due to the alcohol in her system. I giggle at her, reaching forward to help steady her this time. Brittany simply smiles gratefully before she wraps her arm around my waist and leads me towards the stairs, stopping by the front door on the way to lock it. "Are you ok to walk up the stairs?" Brittany checks again.

I can't fight the smile tugging at my lips at her sweetness. "I'm fine, babe," I assure her, walking ahead of her up the stairs. I swear I hear something like 'damn right you are' from behind me, but I could be wrong. However I know for sure she was staring at my ass as I walked in front of her.

End of Flashback

Brittany POV

It turns out Santana's parents weren't even in when we got there. We were obviously too distracted with each other to notice her dad's car missing. Since we're here alone, I decide to bring something up. "San?"

"Hmm?" Santana hums distractedly, flipping through different television channels, once arm wrapped around my shoulders whilst I play with her fingers.

"Can I ask you something?" I ask timidly. My girlfriend puts the remote down immediately, giving me her full attention. Yet another reason why I love this girl.

"Of course, is everything ok, B?"

"Yeah, everything's fine, don't worry," I assure her, facing her properly, meaning her hand slips from my grasp and down my back instead. "I was just wondering what your mom wanted to talk about earlier on."

Santana laughs lightly, shaking her head. "She didn't actually want to talk about anything. She said she just needed to make it seem serious to ensure that I would actually come," the Latina explains, running her hand up and down my back. I laugh a little with her, relief shown clearly in my eyes. Santana must see how my blue eyes clear from it, because she drops her head down to look at me a little more seriously. "Did you think it was something bad, babe?"

I smile sadly at her, nodding slightly. My girlfriend raises her eyebrows, silently asking me to elaborate. Sighing, I do as she asks. "I thought that you were going to have to move again."

"Oh, Britt." Santana gathers me in her arms, and pulls me so I'm tight in her embrace, the side of my face resting on her chest. "I promise you, it had nothing to do with that, ok? You don't have to worry." I nod against her, squeezing her back around the waist. "You're stuck with me, until you want me gone, understand?" she firmly says, faking sternness.

I breathe in her scent as she kisses my forehead. "Then I guess you're staying forever."

We're about to kiss when the front door suddenly barges open, Santana's father strolled in carrying multiple shopping bags. Her mom followed soon after, her phone pressed to her ear. Neither of them really acknowledged us sat on the couch, despite the fact we had both turned to watch the older couple wander straight past us. I turned my head towards Santana, who simply shrugged and returned to her original position, with her arm wrapped around me. I giggle slightly under my breath, and cuddle back down into Santana's embrace.

Finally, after several minutes in the kitchen, obviously spent unpacking everything they had just bought, Santana's dad came and sat in the living room with us. "Hola, Santanita. Hello, Brittany."

"Hola, papi," Santana replied, as did I, only in English. "Been shopping?" my girlfriend asked to spark up casual conversation, whilst her eyes stayed glued to the T.V. Her father simply hums as he picks up the newspaper from the coffee table in the middle of the room.

Whilst her dad is distracted, Santana turns her head to whisper in my ear. "You sure you want to do this?"

I glance at her. I wasn't as nervous before. Santana had managed to calm me down. But now that we were actually in the same room as them, faced with the fact we were going to do this, my nerves spiked back up again. And I find myself shaking my head unconsciously. The Latina tilts her own head at me, before nodding, and standing up. "We'll be upstairs," San states, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the stairs. I allow her to lead me to her room, barely registering her dad shouting something about the door staying open.

Once we sit ourselves down her bed, Santana turns to me. "Changed your mind?" she simply asks. I chance a look at her, and nod my head. "Ok."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Ok?"

The older girl chuckles as she smiles at me with adoration in her eyes. "Yes, ok," San says again. "We haven't got to tell them, B."

"I thought you wanted to though?" I ask her while I shuffle over and cuddle into her side, sighing when I feel her own arms wrap themselves around me.

"I honestly don't mind if we do or not. At the end of the day, it's got nothing to do with them."

She's got a point…

"So why were we going to tell them?" I ask her, looking up for those gorgeous brown eyes that I love more than life itself.

I smile when she looks down at me. "Because I thought you wanted to. It doesn't matter to me whether or not we do. It's not gunna change anything either way, as far as I'm concerned." Santana leans down and plants a soft kiss on my cheek.

"So we don't have to tell them?"

"No, of course not, Britt," she giggles, hugging me tighter. "I already said that," Santana teases.

I sigh in relief. "Thank god, because I really didn't want to!" I laugh and Santana joins in too. She pulls me back on the bed so we can snuggle up together with our heads on a pillow. "I love you, San."

"I love you, too," my girl whispers against the crown of my head, holding me tighter. "And I can't wait to spend this summer with you."

Her mention of the summer coming up reminds me. "San, do you want to come away with us?" I ask, looking up at her as my hand rubs across her stomach in a soothing pattern. Her eyes are closed with pleasure, even when she responds.

"What do you mean? When you go and see your family?" Santana questions, opening her eyes when she feels me nods against her chest. "I'd love to. Are you parents ok with it? Your dad?"

I shift off of her, making her release a whine of complaint. I simply smile and roll my eyes at my girlfriend, whilst digging into my back pocket for my phone. "Well I haven't actually asked them yet. I just wanted to check that you would want to. I figured we could ring them now?" Santana nods as she sits herself up against the headboard. I swipe the screen of my phone and scroll and click on the 'contacts' icon, scrolling until I reach my mom's number.

The phone rings once…twice…three times until she picks up. "Hello?"

"Hey, mom, it's me," I reply, leaning back into Santana's embrace. I never like being out of it for too long.

"Brittany, hi, honey. Where are you? How was school?" my mom asks, unnecessarily, since she really should know where I am if I'm not at home.

But instead of being sarcastic, a bad habit I've picked up from being around Santana so much, I just reply politely. "I'm at San's mom. And school was ok. I was wondering if I could ask you and dad something.

"Oh ok. And what's that sweetheart?"

"Umm," I glance at Santana, and she smiles. "Would it be ok if Santana came with us when we go see Grandpa and all of them?"

My mom chuckles. "You know, Britt, I've been waiting for that question all year." At that, Santana bursts into laughter. "Hello, Santana."

"Hi, Mrs P," San replies in the midst of laughing.

"I'll have to check with your father, but I'm sure that wouldn't be a problem, so long as Santana's parents are happy for her to come," my mom says, a smile evident in her voice.

"Thanks mom," I practically squeal, setting Santana's laughter off again. "Can we go ask, San?" Santana nods immediately, already sliding off the bed. "We'll call you back once we've spoken to her parents, mom. Is dad home at the moment?"

"Yes, Britt, your father is here, I'll go and ask him now."

After we both hang up, Santana and I make our way out the door and down the stairs to talk to her parents. Her dad is still sat in the living room when we get that there, and her mom has now joined him, flipping through the T.V. channels, and glass of red wine firmly in her grasp. "Mom?" Santana gets both adults attention as soon as we walk into the room. The elder Latina tilts her head in question of her daughter, encouraging her to continue. "Do we have any plans for the end of summer?"

"I don't think so," Santana's mom replies, looking in the direction of her husband to get his opinion. He simply shakes his head. "No, why darling?"

"Well, Britt and the family are going to the Netherlands for the last couple of weeks of summer vacation, because she has some family up there. I was wondering if it would be cool for me to go with them?" she asks, sitting down on the armchair by the window, before pulling me down into her lap.

"Have you asked your parents, Brittany?" Santana's dad inquires.

I nod furiously. "Yeah, we just got off the phone with my mom, she's going to check with my dad, but she said that as long as it was ok with you guys, it shouldn't be a problem."

Both of them nod, looking at each other, obviously contemplating their answer. "Ok," they say. "You can go, as long as Brittany's parents are absolutely fine with it." A huge smile overtakes Santana's face, and he wraps her arms around my waist, squeezing tightly.

"Thank you."

Three down…one to go…

"San, my dad just text me." Santana looks up from the drawer of her dresser, where she was putting some newly-washed clothes away. She raises and eyebrow. "He says he wants me to go home so we can talk about it."

Leaving her clothes alone, my girlfriend walks over to where I sit on the edge of her bed. "Ok, I'll drive you home." Leaning in, she plants a soft kiss on my lips, wrapping her tanned arms around my neck. I moan silently at the action, gripping her shirt to pull her closer.

The kiss doesn't last long, ten seconds at max, but every single one is still as amazing as the last. "Thanks, baby." I kiss her one last time, stroking her side affectionately.

"Let's go then, gorgeous." Santana pulls away, grabbing her phone from the bedside table and pulling me up from my position. I nod, and follow her out the door. "Your bag is still in my car, isn't it?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Ok, I'll just go and tell my mom we're going," Santana says, and disappears around the corner to enter the kitchen. I take the time to text my dad back.

To Dad: Just me, or can San come too?

I get a reply just a few seconds later.

Dad: She can come too, but I would like to just speak to you.

"You ready, B?" Santana returns from the kitchen, smiling and grabbing my hand. I nod to her, and follow her once again, to her car. She opens the passenger door for me, for which she earns another kiss, and walks around the other side of the car with a smug smile on her gorgeous plump lips.

The drive to my house is virtually silent, save for the music coming from the radio. Santana does hold my hand the entire way though, something she's picked up from the beginning of our relationship.

Once we arrive at mine, Santana switches off the engine before quickly hoping out the car. I know better than to let myself out. She likes to do it. She's adorable.

"San, when we go in, would you mind going up to my room and waiting for me," I ask as she opens my door, and grabs my hand again. "My dad said he wants to speak to just me."

Santana nods, understandingly. "Yeah, no problem, B. Just come get me when you're done, yeah?" I no back at her, and drag her inside my family home. "Hey, Mrs P," Santana greets my mom as soon as we walk in the door. "I'll be upstairs, babe," she whispers, kissing my cheek and doing as she said.

"Brittany? I wasn't expecting you girls here yet," my mom seems confused by our presence. I guess my dad didn't say anything to her.

"Dad asked me to come back so we could talk about Santana coming with us to Grandpa's," I explain, following her into the living room where I see my dad sat in his usual armchair. "Hi daddy," I acknowledge him.

"Hi, Bumblebee," he replies, pointing to the couch in front of him. "Is Santana with you?"

"Yeah, she's waiting in my room. She'll come down when we're done," I clarify, when his eyes flash.

My dad nods. "Ok, we'll this won't take long. You know how I feel about introducing people to your grandpa. I don't like to do it unless it's necessary. His memory is dissolving rather rapidly; he doesn't need random people entering his life." I nod, wisely choosing not to speak. "So are you serious about Santana? I know you've been together for nearly a year now, but I'm asking in the long term, do you still plan on being with her?"

I answer without hesitation. "Yeah, dad. Santana and I are very serious, and I want to be with her for a very long time."

"Does she feel the same way?" he inquires.

"She does, yeah. She says so all the time."

"Then that's all I need. Of course she can come," my dad smiles, and so does my mom, who had placed herself at the other end of the couch I was sat before I launched myself at my dad, thanking him over and over.

"I love you, dad."

"I love you, too," he squeezes me one more time, before letting me go, resulting in me sprinting up to my room.

When I get up there, Santana is sat in the middle of my bed, texting away on her phone. Probably Sam. Her head snaps up though when she hears me enter the room. "Hey babe, that was quick," she comments, dropping her phone from her grasp and reaching for me instead.

"Yeah, he just wanted to check something before he made his decision," I vaguely put across, sitting down next to her.

"Which was?" Santana asks bluntly.

"Yes, you may come with us, Santana," dad says, suddenly appearing at the doorway. I jerk my head in the direction of my dad, before snapping it back towards Santana, who's eyes have completely lighten up.

"Thank you, Mr Pierce. I really appreciate that," she politely replies, to which my dad nods, mumbling something about us coming downstairs ahead of making his way back downstairs. Once he's gone, Santana squeals, wrapping her arms around my neck and surging against the gap between our lips. "This is so awesome," she whispers against my mouth, pecking my lips over and over again.

"I know," I chuckles, hugging her tight. "I can't wait to spend the summer with you, Santana."

Santana pulls back, stroking her palm over my cheek. "Me too, Britt. I'm looking forward to spending so much time with you. You'll be sick of me by the end of it.

I kiss her one last time, and whisper against her lips. "Never.

I'm so so so sorry I've been away for, like, a year. It was never my intention. But I'm back, and I'm finishing this story if it kills me! I've loved writing this, and I really hope you've loved reading it.

This is the last chapter before the epilogue. I'll get it up as soon as I can.

Much love!