Chapter Nine

"Hey, beautiful."

Santana looked up from her laptop and smiled at the gorgeous figure standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She tilted her head to the side and spoke, "Hi," she breathed, "You weren't supposed to be here for another hour."

"I know. But, I figured I'd stop by early to give you a little lovin' before we head to my parents place." Brittany said, shutting the door behind her after smiling at Morton as he trotted out of the room. Santana smiled and saved her document before shutting her laptop and putting it on her nightstand. Brittany kicked off her shoes and crawled onto the bed, capturing her girlfriend's lips in her own and smiling. Santana brushed blonde strands of hair from a perfect face before cupping Brittany's cheek and kissing her again.

"Before we get to the naked part of the evening, I think we should talk." Santana said and watched Brittany move away from her, sitting back on her leg and blinking – confused. Santana thought back to the conversation she'd had with Rebecca the night after she and Brittany had their first time and she inhaled a deep breath.

"Santana, you idiot!" Rebecca huffed, whacking her sister over the back of her head and sitting down at the dining room table, "You treated her like a client."

"You don't think I know that?" Santana groaned, "What was I supposed to do, though? The condom could've broke and I don't know if she's on the pill."

Rebecca's eyes widened comically and her mouth fell open, "You didn't ask her if she was on the pill before you banged her brains out?" she asked, shocked, "Idiot!"

Santana sighed and took a bite of her pizza, chewing slowly as she waited for her sister to continue but, alas, no more words left Rebecca's mouth, "Nothing else?" she asked curiously and Rebecca shook her head.

"No. All I'm gonna say is you've always said that you never came inside of your clients because you didn't have feelings for them but, you do have feelings for Brittany so… I guess, just talk to her and make sure it's okay." She said before stealing a slice of Santana's pizza and standing up, "I'm going to bed. Talk to your woman… idiot."

"What's up? Did I do something?" Brittany asked and Santana's eyes widened as she furiously began to shake her head.

"No! No, god no." She cleared up and Brittany nodded, relieved.

"Okay. Well, then what's this about?" she asked.

"Well," Santana started, "Okay. When I was an escort, I made a rule that I'd never cum inside of my clients because that's incredibly intimate and… I never had feelings for any of them. But, I do have feelings for you and," she nervously cleared her throat, "I'd like to ask you if you're on the pill."

Brittany's face broke into a smile and she chuckled with a nod, "I am on the pill, actually." She said with a giggle, "Is this your way of asking me if you can cum inside me?"

Santana smiled and ducked her head bashfully, "Uh, yeah. Is, uh, is that okay?" she asked and Brittany laughed, launching herself at Santana and peppering her face with kisses.

"Of course it's okay!" she chuckled, planting a big smooch to plump lips. Santana breathed out a sigh of relief and chuckled along with Brittany.

"Phew." She sighed, "Okay, well, now that that's all cleared up—"

Santana flipped Brittany onto her back earning a loud squeal from the blonde before she joined their lips and snuck her hand up Brittany's dress, palming her breast and licking the roof of her mouth. Brittany hummed happily and gave Santana's ass a gentle squeeze before tapping it lightly and palming it. Santana began to grind her crotch into Brittany's dampening center and felt herself begin to harden.

"You know," Brittany mumbled against Santana's lips, "I think it's kinda hot… that you're gonna cum inside me before we have dinner with my parents."

Santana pulled away and frowned, looking into blue eyes and letting her own eyes widen, "Yeah," she breathed, "Yeah, okay, me too."

Brittany snorted out a chuckle and shook her head, "I'm kidding, dork." She laughed and watched Santana's face soften in relief. Santana snickered and joined their lips again, shimmying her socks off and fumbling to open her bedside drawer, "I'm on the pill, babe, we don't need a condom."

"Right." Santana nodded, "Force of habit."

"Well, snap out of it, sailor; you're in a relationship now."

Santana giggled and kissed pink lips once again before there was a loud knock at the door, "Santana! Stop doing what you're doing and feed your puppy! I have a date."

Santana pulled away and rolled her eyes, grumbling in annoyance and rolling onto her back, "Okay! Have fun with Remy!" She called back and sat up, "Okay. Lemme feed the hound. I'll be back in a minute."

"Alright. I'll be counting."

Santana smiled and pulled open her bedroom door, "C'mere, Mort. Food time, buddy."

Brittany stretched her arms above her head and hummed as she unbuttoned her shirt and climbed off the bed, shutting the door and stripping off all her clothes. She climbed into the bed and lay down, shutting her eyes and resting one arm above her head with a sigh.

Bing. Bing. Bing.

A huff and a groan escaped Brittany as she lay down on her stomach off the side of the bed, pulling on the leg of her jeans and digging in the pocket for her phone. She cleared her throat and opened the text, smiling as she read it.

Mom: Your father is running around like a mad thing getting everything ready for Santana. He even set the damn table… name one time he did that.

Brittany: Never. I'm at Santana's place now. She's feeding her dog and then she'll get ready. We'll be there in about an hour so, don't rush anything.

The door to Santana's bedroom opened and Santana walked in, shutting the door behind her and facing Brittany, "Oh. You don't waste time." She teased and Brittany smiled, putting her phone on the bedside table and laying on her back, her breasts on full display.

"Yeah but, you do. That was four minutes, missy. You have to make the last three up to me somehow." She said with a cheeky grin and Santana smiled, pulling on the string of her sweat pants, letting them fall to the ground before removing her shirt and bra. She gripped her cock over her briefs and rubbed it as she knelt on the bed and watched Brittany's pupils dilate heavily as blue eyes watched her hand work, "Those new?" Brittany asked curiously, hooking her index finger in the hem of Santana's briefs. She bit her lower lip through a smile as she tugged gently on the hem.

"Mm-hm. If I remember correctly, you bought them for me." Santana replied, letting go of her semi-erection and letting Brittany pull her briefs down. Her cock sprung out and bounced gently to the side before moistening appreciatively as Brittany gripped it and gave it a few strokes. Soon a pink tongue was licking pre-cum off the slit earning heavy breaths and a few soft moans as Santana's cock got harder, "Have you always had such a skilled tongue?" she asked and Brittany smiled as she licked the head.

"Mm-hm." She hummed, "I used to practice on ice creams."

"Jesus." Santana breathed as Brittany took her entire length in her mouth, exhaling shakily as she felt the head hit the back of Brittany's throat. And then Brittany's phone went off. But, they ignored it.

And then it went off again. And again… and again.

"Ugh, Jesus!" Brittany huffed, rolling onto her back and reaching behind her to the bedside table, grabbing her phone and answering, "Hello?"

"Brittany. Why aren't you answering my calls, honey, I was worried about you." Came the voice of her mom. She sighed and mouthed "my mom" to Santana.

"Sorry, ma, I was busy helping Santana pick out an outfit."

"Oh, that's so sweet. But answer your phone next time." Her mother instructed and Brittany chuckled, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, I will. What's up?"

"Well, it turns out I started cooking too early and now dinner's getting cold so, I hope you'll be here soon." She said followed by a clang of pots and pans, "Plus, your father's driving me crazy with all his nutty worrying and faffing about."

Brittany sighed and buried her hand in her hair, "Okay, we'll be there in about ten minutes or more." She said and mouthed "sorry" to Santana, "Just put the food in the oven to keep it warm but, don't do what you did last time and burn it."

Her mother chuckled, "You forget that that was your father." She said, "We'll see you girls soon. Drive safely. I love you."

"We will. Love you too." Brittany said as Santana climbed off the bed and began to dig through her closet for something smart to wear, "Bye."

"Bye, honey."

Brittany hung up and pulled herself into a sitting position, "Fuck, I'm sorry. My mom does this; she gets so excited that she starts cooking at, like, ten in the morning and makes me come earlier than I said I would."

Santana chuckled as she pulled out a red button up and a black sports bra, "She sounds like you." She said as she tossed the shirt to the bed before putting on her bra. She then pulled out a clean pair of red briefs and slipped them on, thinking about Calvin doing Hobbes to get rid of her erection as she looked for her favorite pair of loose, black jeans while Brittany got dressed and fixed her hair.

"We can finish this later, babe." Brittany muttered as she slipped on her jeans and Santana nodded.

"Oh, we will." She said with a smirk and Brittany smiled, moving over to her and pecking her lips.

"Still got that hard-on?" she asked and Santana nodded with a pout, "Okay, uh… Rebecca's bare ass."

Santana cringed and then laughed, "That worked. Thanks, baby."

"You're welcome." Brittany chuckled, "Okay, you almost ready to go?"

"Uh-huh. Let's hit the road."

"Let's get the show on it."

The fire was warm and made Santana's arms raise with goosebumps as she cuddled Brittany on the small armchair in the corner of Mr and Mrs Pierce's living room as they played Pictionary. She chuckled as Sam got frustrated with his wife who wasn't getting his drawing.

"Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang." Brittany said through a yawn and Sam threw his fists in the air in triumph just as the time was up, "Alright, I think it's time for San and me to go. I'm falling asleep over here."

"No! We just started playing." Sam whined and Brittany rolled her eyes as she climbed off of Santana's lap and held out her hand to the woman.

"Sam, we've been playing for an hour and I'm tired." She said as she helped Santana out of the chair, snaking her arm around the brunette's shoulder and pecking her cheek, "Mom, dad, dinner was great."

"You're sure you have to go?" Susan asked, standing from the couch and giving Santana's hand a squeeze.

"Yeah. It's almost ten and I have to be at the restaurant tomorrow to go over the menu." Brittany replied with a yawn and Evan stood from the couch as well while Sam helped his wife to her feet.

"Alright, well, before you two leave, Sam and I have some news." Mercedes said and Brittany smiled like the Cheshire cat in excitement, already bouncing on her toes. All attention was on Sam and Mercedes and Santana looked at her very excited girlfriend with a smile and a confused frown, "I'm pregnant."

"Oh, my god!" Santana exclaimed in shock and Evan clapped his hands together, pulling his son into a proud hug while Susan hugged her daughter-in-law with tears of joy in her eyes. Evan palmed his son's head and gave it a kiss while Santana looked at Brittany with a shocked smile on her face. They all said their congratulations before Santana and Brittany left.

"I love your family." Santana muttered as they were driving back to her place.

"And they love you. I'm pretty sure my mom fell a little in love with you." Brittany told her, brushing a strand of hair from her face and resting that hand on Santana's thigh, "You know, I found a new place. And it's your birthday soon."

Santana smiled, "That's great. When are you moving in?"

"Tomorrow morning before I go to the restaurant." Brittany replied, "Would you help me decorate and go furniture shopping the day after tomorrow?"

"You want me to help you pick out furniture?" Santana asked in surprise.

"Well, yeah."

"That feels a little too domestic, don't you think?" Santana asked and Brittany frowned.

"Uh… okay." She said, removing her hand from Santana's thigh, "Look, if you don't wanna help then I'll just ask Cedes. It's no biggie."

"It's not that I don't wanna help, Britt, it's just that… you know, married couples shop for furniture."

"So do couples who are moving in together." Brittany said pointedly.

"Which we're not. We've been together for a week."

"Okay. Fine. Just drop it, you don't have to come."

Santana sighed and turned into her driveway, not uttering another word.

A/N: Long wait and I'm sorry. I'm also sorry for how short this chapter is but the next one will be much longer. Thoughts?