Quinn and Rachel had both disappeared when Santana woke up. The back of her head was cuddled up against Brittany's chest as the girl snored quietly into her shoulder, mouth open, drool dribbling onto the Latina's shirt. Santana took a breath, blinking sleepily, looking up and noticing the small sticky notes on the TV screen. Rachel had undoubtably placed at least one of them there with a golden star at the bottem as the give-away and the words saying they had left food in the fridge for them. There was another note underneath Rachel's covered in Quinn's neat script saying that she hoped they were happy and since they had fallen asleep during a Streisand movie, Rachel would probably never stop complaining. Santana chuckled, knowing the future Mrs. Quinn Berry would never hear the end of it. Brittany stirred as Santana fidgetted. The Latina was trying to force herself into a more comfortable position as her legs were numb from being tucked underneath her all the while she had been asleep.

"San?" Brittany groaned drowsily, yawning against Santana's shoulder, her chin that was fitted neatly on it, rising as the girl began to awake.

"Hmm?"

"You smell really, really good."

"Thanks Britt, so do you."

Brittany lifted her head up so when Santana turned hers, she stared squarely into the girl's sleepy, angelic face and got lost and absolutely tangled in big, blue eyes.

"Did Quinn and Rachel leave already?" Brittany wondered faintly, slurring her words, her iris's darting around in search for the clearly-absent dynamic duo.

"Yeah, I 'dunno when though, I fell asleep."

"Did I?"

"Yes Britt, you fell asleep too." Santana murmured, smiling gently and placing a warm kiss on Brittany's soft, balmy cheek. The blonde hummed a low, sleepy note deep in her throat and exhaled loudly.

"I've got dance tonight with the group. We're all going to pratice our routines out in the snow. You wanna come watch again?" Brittany asked sweetly, her body beneath Santana's as the Latina attempted to turn herself around and straddle the girl's lap as a solution for the pain beginning in her neck from the odd angle it was craned in.

"Are you sure you want me to go? I think this time I might end up loosing control and tackling you partway through. I'm pretty sure you purposely taunt me when you move your body like that." Santana chuckled and Brittany grinned at her devillishly, their eyes locking from the minimual distances apart both their faces were from each others.

"You know me too well." The blonde giggled and Santana leaned forward and placed a tiny kiss on Brittany's throat, enticing a pleased, little sigh from the girl.

"Besides, the group already knows were together."

"You told them?" Santana asked calmly, her brow furrowed just slightly. Brittany shook her head and smiled cheekily.

"We're not exactly suble, San."

"Oh, right."

Brittany laughed lightly, running her hands from where they lay on the couch up Santana's sides, grazing her breasts as they snaked up to grip the back of the girl's neck.

"You're such a little tease." Santana hissed, pressing their chests together so she could nip evilly at Brittany's ear. The Latina smirked as the blonde tensed beneath her, taking time to glide her teeth along Brittany's neck and peppering a trail of slow, open-mouthed kisses down to her shoulder.

"I've really got to take a shower before I go to dance, Santana..." Brittany started to say in a quiet voice, arsousal clear even in her whisper. The fair-skinned girl whimpered as Santana's teeth bit down roughly on her tender skin for half a second, making Brittany squirm.

"So, let's go take a shower..." Santana murmured, letting her fingers rake down Brittany's side and slide between both their bodies so it rested on a particularly sensative spot below the girl's abdomen.

"San, you know that I'll just end up being late if we even get near each other in steaming-hot water." Brittany muttered, trying to sound rational but Santana was having none of it when her hand palmed harder against Brittany's shorts. Brittany's hips thrusted upward as she sucked in a difficult breath of air.

"San..." Brittany warned, her words coming out low and deep, her eyes closing automatically as Santana's touch excited the lower region of her body.

"What? You don't like that...?" Santana breathed seductively, hardenening her touch on Brittany's pants and making the girl exhale raggidly and whine in longing.

"Seriously, Santana..." Brittany panted, licking her lips, her eyes still slammed shut, arching her back as Santana's fingers stroked more forcefully.

"You know you want it." Santana growled smugly, resuming the nipping and kissing of Brittany's neck and jawline as the dancer moaned deep in her throat.

"You're so sexy, San." Brittany grumbled in a low voice, sliding her hands heisatantly down from Santana's neck to her chest, cupping her breasts in her palms and kneading roughly at them after a few moments.

"But I have to go take a shower. Seriously, I'm going to be so late." The blonde added quietly, taking in long breaths of oxygen, trying desperately to reason with herself and Santana who was purposefully creating a swirling pool of heat in between Brittany's thighs.

Brittany's hands made feverish, forceful movements on the Latina's breasts, clawing at the damned shirt that seperated desire, daringly-adventurous fingers and skin. Santana gasped in response to the girl's demanding touch.

"But you really don't want me to end up pouncing on you during your dance routines, now do you? Because Britt, I swear that will happen if we both leave here horny as hell." Santana groaned, barely able to get the words out as Brittany leaned forward and licked a dilatory, uncoordinated line along the span on her feverish neck, steadily giving in to certain, wavering temptation.

The strained look of both frusteration and pleasure on Brittany's face was turning Santana on to the point where that familiar dull, throbbing ache erupted in between her legs. Brittany moaned loudly as Santana fingers traced heatidly over the hard, sensative bud through the blonde's tiny, thin shorts. The Latina's hands were working fixidly on getting Brittany to squirm and beg for her to continue. Santana mimicked Brittany's low moaning sounds just as the girl's tongue touched back down on her balmy skin, lashing down in warm, wet trails to the base of her collarbone. Santana pushed aside Brittany's skimpy short-shorts eagarly, muttering words of aroused approval at the realization the girl had gone full commando and breathing heavily as her fingertips swept across moist, wet skin. Brittany's back arched upward, her body pressing feverishly against Santana's touch for more friction with a pleasured look in her smoky, blue eyes.

"Now tell me you want it, because I know you do." Santana growled and the throaty, gutteral groan Brittany answered with not a moment later almost instantly shook the black-haired girl to her own peak; she could already feel her panties becoming increasingly soaked through.

"I-I'm going to be so late, San..." The blonde whimpered just as Santana fingers pressed down a tad harder, her index tracing the delicious wetness that was Brittany. Brittany let out a muffled shriek of surprise and Santana smirked, burrowing her head in the crook of Brittany's neck where her teeth nipped and nibbled.

"Lopez! Open up! It's the Puckasaurus!" A loud, only-too accustomed voice boomed suddenly from behind the front door, startling Santana who was still straddling Brittany's lap and kissing up and down her skin tauntingly, her fingers exploring Brittany's trembling heat.

"Well, I'm not letting it in here! That thing sucked ass in bed!" Santana called back snidely, sliding her fingers out of Brittany's pants with a slightly disappointed sigh. Brittany looked at her and gave a small smile, pressing a gentle, quick kiss on Santana's lips to soothe the girl's irritation.

"Well fuck, Lopez! Way to break a man's spirit and kick him in the balls when he's down!" The voice replied sounding fakely-hurt, his words catching in his throat as he spoke them like he was pretending to cry. Santana rolled her eyes but was unable to hide a broad, shining grin.

"What the hell are you doing here, Puck? I thought we were hanging out tomorrow!" The Latina yelled in reponse, struggling to climb off of Brittany who jumped up and scurried off to the bathroom for a shower as soon as Santana's weight was lifted off of her.

Santana cursed under her breath; she was going to reget letting her girlfriend run off before the deed was done when Puck left and she was all by herself, very horny and equally frusterated. Puck laughed his sexy, rusty chuckle that Santana remembered helped him get any girl he wanted back in High School. Well, that and his irressisable smile and those massive jock muscles.

"We are! But me and Finn were gonna catch the game at his apartment today but he ended up bailing and I have crap satellite at my place! So-"

"So you want to come steal mine...?" Santana offered teasingly, walking briskly to the front door and undoing all the locks. With a flourish and a slight creak, Santana managed to wrench the door open to reveal one grinning Noah Puckermen who was apparently all smiles today.

Puck hadn't changed much since High School. He was still attractive and muscular and definently still big-headed. Santana eyed him when he granted her that same small, charming-crooked smile he had been since she first met him during Freshmen year. Too bad she wasn't attracted to him in that way, Puck was without a doubt, hot. But, Santana had been down that road many times before during school, trying desperately to make herself feel something for the perfect, popular jock-rockstar that was Puck. But when it came down to it, it was always Brittany; which ended up being a little more than compromising for both girls.

"Uh dude, what do you think? But hey, I brought us some beer!" Puck said happily, holding up the 6-pack he was carrying and peering over Santana's shoulder as she rolled her eyes at him again, a smile playing around her lips anyhow.

"Where's Brittany? I miss that girl. It seems like whenever I come to your place, she's never here." Puck chuckled good-heartidly, bumping Santana lightly and playfully out of the way so he could enter the apartment, kicking the door shut behind him with a muffled snap.

"Shower, I think. She has to go to dance practice with her...Posse people tonight, I was going to go watch her do routines again today."

"Oh well, crap. I can't watch the game by myself, Lopez." Puck whined, looking over his shoulder with sad, pleading eyes. He strided quickly through the archway, swinging the drinks in his fists with ease to the living room, slamming the beers down on the coffee table loudly. Santana walked in straight behind him, detaching a single BudLite from the pack and handing it to Puck who cracked it open easily, not even batting an eye.

"Well, I don't have to go watch her. I went last night. But when I watch her just move like that, I 'dunno. I get so fucking horn-" Santana stopped herself as Puck's grin grew wider and wider the longer she spoke. She eyed him and made a snide face of digust.

"Stop picturing us all having a threesome because it's never going to happen!" Santana snapped abruptly, silencing Puck from making any cheeky, pervish jokes, grabbing herself a beer with a disgruntled snarl, plopping down comfortably on the closet black, leather couch with a tired groan.

"Then don't bring it up. What else am I supposed to do? I'm a guy, Santana! You bring up you and your sexy, dancer girlfriend and the fact you get majorly turned on watching her twirl around her perfect, 'smokin-hot body and I can't help but imagine you know, what if." Puck said casually, sipping his drink, shrugging as if it was no big deal. Santana couldn't resist giving him another dramatic eye roll and a possibly wrinkle-inducing frow. She was probably gonna pay for all the scowling she did when she was older, she was not about to deny it.

"Whatever, man. Does it even matter anyway? You'd still jack-off thinking about me and Brittany naked even if I didn't occasinally mention how fucking fine she is when she dances." Santana smirked and Puck opened his mouth like he was going to retort but closed it and nodded in agreement, smiling broadly again.

"But hey, did you hear about Quinn and Rachel?" Santana shook her head, keeping eye contact with Puck as he plopped down on the opposite couch across from her.

"Apparently, Quinn surprised Rachel with plane tickets to Greece for their own little, private adventure. They headed off way early this morning and I guess are going to be gone up until break ends." Puck said simply, chugging a couple long gulps of beer before finally resurfacing to continue.

"Those two are way too hot together, it kills me." Puck finished with a tiny, distant smile, sighing heavily and blowing out a stream of air into a quiet whistle. Santana snorted, shaking her head and took a drowning sip of her beer.

"Yeah, yeah, they're totally hot together. Whatever. But I can't believe Quinn didn't mention it though, I always tell her when I'm going to do something for Brittany. She probably just wanted to save me the vomitting at the digusting cuteness." Santana smirked again, propping her feet up on the glass coffee table almost completely covered in Vogue magazines and textbooks.

As the Latina said this, Brittany entered the room. She was totally naked with the exception of a small white towl around her body. Brittany had her toothbrush stuck in her mouth and her hair, still drenched, fell over her shoulders in beautiful, blonde cascades. The girl didn't seem to notice Puck was sitting there goggling at her or even Santana who was watching her intently, trying to figure out what she was doing as she padded deeper into the room.

"Damn Brittany! You are so-"

"Puckermen, I swear if you don't stop eye-fucking my girlfriend, I'm going to smash your face in with this bottle!" Santana injected loudly, holding up her half-empty beer threateningly, letting her eyes travel up and down Brittany's body before turning to glare menacing at the young man across from her.

Puck held up his hands defensively, tearing his eyes off Brittany's gorgeous, long, gleaming-wet body. Brittany didn't seem to hear either of them; she merely continued walking, without uttering a single word, into the kitchen area. Puck looked over at Santana with a sideways glance and she glowered at him. Puckermen chuckled lightly and turned away, muttering what sounded like,

"Should have tapped that blonde back in High School when I had the chance..."

Santana scoffed at this and picked up one of the many heavy textbooks laying next to her foot which she immediantly chucked directly at Puck's head. Santana inwardly cursed Puckermen's good reflexes as he shielded his thick skull with a muscular arm before the book could give him the desired brain injury in which Santana intended.

"What the hell, Lopez?" Puck yelped, nursing the skin the book had attacked with a scowl.

"You're such a pussy, Puckermen." Santana snickered, draining the remaining contents of her beer with a smug smirk, slamming the empty bottle down on coffee table and swallowing roughly. Brittany was evidently unaware that they were sitting right there because her sweet voice drifted around them as she began to sing absentmindly.

"Brittany, what are you doing?" Santana finally called as the sounds of her girlfriend high-pitched, ringing voice started echoing around the apartment. There was pause and a very brief moment of absolute silence.

"San?" Brittany poked her head around the corner from the kitchen, locking eyes with Santana as they both stared at one another. "I didn't even know you were in there. Hey Puck, when did you get here?" Brittany waved cheerily at Puck as he smiled back at her, eyes running hungerily over her body, the towel alone showing off her long, muscular dancer legs perfectly.

"Yo Britt, I've only been here for a little while. Santana said something about going to your dance pratice tonight to watch. Mind if I steal her for the game instead? Finn bailed last minute and satellite sucks where I live." Puck asked politely, grinning that cute, crooked smile Brittany's way even though he knew it always failed to charm her.

Brittany shrugged, stepping around the corner so she was fully in the living room and leaned her back up against the doorway. Her fingers fumbled at the towel covering her amazing body for a couple of quiet seconds, fixing it and hitching it up further as it began to fall.

"Sure, I guess. But rehearsal time got moved to later because we have a new person. He's only here for a little while but he's going to stay until competetion next month." Brittany chirped happily, striding over to Santana in a couple skipping-bounds and plopping down on her lap easily, holding the top of her towel to keep it from sliding off.

"Well then, I can probably watch half the game with you Puck and still go to rehearsals with you, Britt." Santana said smiling kindly as Brittany's long arms draped around her neck and slowly pulled her in to kiss her softly on the temple.

"Yeah, and now, we'll have time to have sex!" Brittany giggled, placing a tender kiss on Santana's jawline before hopping up and sprinting speedily to their bedroom with those long, beautiful legs, still clutching the tiny towel to her body.

Puck gaped at Santana as she stared off after her girlfriend. The Latina waited a couple more seconds before coming back to reality and glancing at the man across from her, noticing he was staring.

"What?" Santana snapped harshly, narrowing her dark, piercing eyes at him, daring him to comment. Puck snickered but held up his hands in silent surrender, for once keeping his big, perv-mouth shut. Santana growled and chucked the pillow laying next to her at him with all her strength, catching him right in the face.

...Just for good measure.

TBC!

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