alright, here's the deal. so i've read a few girl!peen fics and they entertain me so i decided to give it a shot because i had an idea and went with it. i just like to try different things, dabble if you will, stretch out my creativity and to see how far i can go with it. soo0o0, i know i have several projects open and going on and this is definitely not going to be one that i am all over and updating constantly, most likely anyhow. probably a once in a while deal.

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Santana is trying to figure out the best way to excuse herself from the movie and quickly run to the bathroom without bringing any attention to herself. Because seriously, could this get any more awkward than it already is? She side eyes the pillow between her and Brittany and then back at her sweat pants and even though everyone has their eyes glued to the television she herself is all too well aware of how tight her pants are becoming.

It was Brittany's plan to join Santana's brother and girlfriend to watch a movie in the den so the Latina reasons that is enough information to blame this all on the blonde. But really, it's not Brittany's fault, it's no one's really, well actually, she thinks to herself, it's this movies fault. One sex scene, one tastefully done sex scene and boom, Santana gets a boner.

At least it's not the first time this has happened but it certainly doesn't make it any better of a situation because she's still sitting on a couch with her best friend and her brother and his girlfriend with a growing hard on. She wonders for a moment if she brought her knees up to her chest if it would help any, but then decides against it because moving around might… speed things along so to say.

She takes in a slow breath and tries to let it out steadily but it's kind of hard to maintain a normal breathing pattern when all she can think about is how hard she is getting and how she got to this point. Obviously replaying the scene that had brought her into this predicament is not the best way to go about trying to make it go away but, she can't help it. Hormones and all.

Ever so carefully she laces her fingers together and places her hands onto her lap in hopes of providing herself some coverage as well as more time to think of a better solution. But, as it would be, it was not really the best thought out plan seeing as when she applied pressure, even the slightest, she felt a small hum of a moan wanting to tumble out of her mouth. Luckily she keeps her mouth clamped shut and did her best not to move her hands whatsoever.

A small noise comes from her throat and managed to escape her tightly shut lips catching the blonde's attention. Brittany eyes her friend curiously but Santana prevails in not making any eye contact. Her best friend knew about her penis and her reaction to it was probably one of the main reasons the two had become such good friends. She didn't run away scared and disgusted when Santana came clean about herself and her body to the young Latina's surprise. Brittany simply shrugged and then asked her if she wanted to play Barbie's anyway.

But now being teens, just on the verge of fourteen years old, Santana has only recently come to an understanding of what getting an erection means and how to get rid of it over the past two years. Though the topic of her genitalia was never a topic of conversation between the two, Brittany was still in the dark of the fact that Santana got erections or turned on or aroused at any time of day and at anything and nothing in particular. It just happened. It's not really lunch table conversation.

Unable to sit there any longer with an ever growing tent in her pants she hastily grabs the pillow between her and Brittany and jumps up from the couch pressing it right in front of her crotch. Brittany whips her head in Santana's direction, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion and her eyes darting down to the pillow the dark haired girl is holding up against her.

"You okay?" The blonde inquires going to move across the couch to where Santana is standing. Her voice gets the attention of Santana's brother who glances over at his sister and her position and he chuckles out loud shaking his head.

"Fine." Santana chokes out, shooting her brother a glare as she starts moving backwards before turning around to make a break for it, dropping the pillow in the process. Brittany watches as her best friend vanishes up the three steps and then turns back to look at Joey.

"What happened?" She asks him with concern and feeling uncomfortable that he knows what's going on with Santana and she doesn't. He simply laughs a little longer still shaking his head.

"She uh…" He tilts his head trying to think of way to put it without giving it away. "Probably just needed to release some tension." Joey decides on with a smirk that reminds Brittany way too much of Santana when she's plotting. "I'm sure she could use a hand." He laughs out before turning his attention back to the television screen. Brittany twists her lips in thought and wonders if this is a trick but she is worried about her friend so she hops off of the couch and follows the path Santana had gone.

The blonde makes her way through the Lopez house curious as to where her best friend had gone. Usually when she gets up in the middle of the movie it's because she needs to use the bathroom so she figures that has to be where Santana had gone. Once she gets to the door she thinks back to what Joey had said and how Santana might need her help with whatever it is her problem was. But, she thinks, I don't need help in the bathroom so she stands outside the closed door for a few moments.

Santana is standing there, sweatpants down to her ankles and underwear right along with it. It was a relieving feeling to finally get free from the confines of her clothes and let it all hang out, literally. Things were moving along pretty quickly, the re-playing of the sex scene seemed to be doing its job perfectly for her at the moment and she could feel the sweet release of victory just around the corner. Her left hand was working her shaft, every now and then coming all the way up to come over the tip which she'd found was extra sensitive and felt extra good. In her right hand she clutched a few pieces of Kleenex ready for an easy cleanup but for now, she rested her fist on the counter of the sink.

"Ungghh." She tries to keep her noises down, there are only so many times one can have their mother knock on the bathroom door to say, 'I know what you're doing but just make sure you clean up after yourself'. Absolutely mortifying and a huge buzz kill.

Brittany's head tilts to the side when she hears a strange noise from the other side of the bathroom and pushes herself away from the wall. She brings her hand up to knock but when she hears another strangled sound a bunch of flashes of horrible accidents that can happen in the bathroom comes to her mind and she burst through the door.

"Santana are you…" Brittany stops talking and stops moving, eyes going wide and her jaw practically on the floor. As soon as Santana hears the blonde's voice and the door opening she tries to quickly cover herself up with both hands only to realize it's of no use and bends down to pull her pants up.

"Brittany!" She shouts in shock and embarrassment and tension that is still in her lower gut. When she hears her name Brittany tries to cover her eyes with one hand and stumbles backwards into the still halfway open door.

"Sorry. Sorry." Brittany mutters over and over again trying to figure her way out stepping backwards and forwards a few times until finally meeting the carpeting of the hallway and pulling the door shut with her. She removes her hand from her eyes and stares at the door, her mouth still slightly open. "I… uh…" She stammers as so many thoughts run through her mind.

Brittany may not be the smartest person but she knows things. For example, she knows that her best friend Santana has a penis and she knows that, while it may not be the norm she doesn't care because Santana is Santana. She also knows that she paid a lot more attention when she and Santana were eavesdropping on her older sister's sleepover than Santana did and that when people are doing that to penises it's because they are horny. And yes, she knows what that means.

"Umm, I guess I'll leave you alone to… finish?" It came out like a question even though she truly didn't mean it to be but words and wisdom escape her at the moment.

On the other side of the door Santana face palms herself and shakes her head, her pants still down seeing as she only had the strength and quickness to get them up to her knees. She wanted to cry of complete and utter embarrassment but all she could manage to do was nod and say, 'uh, yeah, thanks. I guess'.

Brittany doesn't know what to do or say the moment Santana walks out of that door. Is she supposed to ask her questions? Maybe apologize some more? Ask her how it went? She rolls her eyes at the last thought because really, that will make things even more uncomfortable than they already were. Suddenly she felt a rush of heat come to her cheeks, so much hotter than when she had initially saw Santana and… well, everything and she wonders if Joey knew what was going to happen. And now, she's been gone for so long he probably thinks that Brittany did in fact give Santana a hand.

Before it was feeling good, not that it isn't now, but now it feels more like a task and a job needed to be done. Which, true it is, but now it's kind of an inconvenience because now, someone on the other side knows what is going on and even worse is probably waiting for her to 'finish'. She's ready and so she brings the Kleenex to the tip, ready to clean herself up before she makes a mess and when she shoots her load she bites down on her lower lip because even though she is still embarrassed it sure feels good.

After tossing the tissues into the trash she washes her hands and looks at herself in the mirror as she dry's them. She shakes her head with the thoughts of how Brittany is going to look differently at her now, how the blonde will be wierded out by her or worse, disgusted. With a deep breath she turns the door knob and yanks the bathroom door open expecting to find Brittany waiting for her against the wall. But to her surprise her best friend is not in the hall outside of the bathroom and she guesses she went back downstairs or, her heart sinks at this, went home.

With slumped shoulders she decides to go into her room before going back downstairs, needing some extra time to think these past events of the last ten minutes through. When she walks through into her bedroom she finds Brittany sitting on her bed, hands between her knees, looking like she is patiently waiting. As Brittany spots Santana in front of her she all but jumps up from the bed and smoothes out the back of her hair and says the first thing to come to her mind.

"How'd it go in there?" She asks, biting her tongue as soon as the words come out and she rolls her eyes at herself. Her hand comes up and she rubs her forehead tearing her eyes from Santana's.

"Uhhh…"

"Sorry." Brittany chuckles lowly at herself, shaking her head while Santana looks around her room trying to think of anything else to talk about or at least think of.

"Are you…" Santana begins, bringing Brittany's eyes back on to her and she suddenly begins to fidget under the blonde's blues. "Still, um… are you still staying over tonight?" She nervously inquires. Brittany tilts her head and scrunches her eyebrows before giggling.

"Of course I am silly." She tells the dark haired girl not understanding why she would suddenly have different plans for the evening. Santana, however, seems to be surprised by the news seeing as her eyes widen and her head jerks back slightly.

"Oh." Santana nods, a small tentative smile coming to her lips. "Good, good."

"Yeah." Brittany nods as well, her eyes flickering around the room wondering when everything suddenly became so quiet and strange because this has never been an issue before. But then she remembers, she'd never seen her best friend like that before. Actually, she's never really seen her best friend naked… ever and to be honest she kind of wonders if she ever will again. She shakes her head at this thought and brings her smile back to her face full force.

When night time comes and the two girls are under the covers with Santana idly flipping through the channels. Brittany suddenly turns onto her side and leans her cheek onto her cheek and looks to her friend. Santana side eyes her for a moment, acknowledging her movement but is quick to turn her attention to the screen.

"Does it hurt sometimes?" Brittany asks breaking their semi-comfortable silence. Ever since the bathroom incident both girls have not broached the subject. The Latina fumbles with the remote in her hand and gives the blonde a double take before clearing her throat and shifting in her spot.

"Umm, what?" She replies with some confusion though she is pretty certain she knows what the blonde means.

"Like if you don't do… what you were doing?" Brittany clarifies watching the range of different facial expressions her best friend goes through. Santana swallows a lump that has suddenly formed in her throat and she realizes she has stopped changing the channel for a while now.

"Oh, uh…" She stammers, running her thumb over the buttons but not pressing down on any of them. "Well, I mean, yeah I guess… sometimes it's like… uncomfortable." She answers nervously and she notices Brittany nodding her head as though her assumptions were just proven. "Why?"

"I heard Jenny and her friends talking about guys and how their boyfriends complain about something called 'blue balls' and it's when…" Brittany tries to go into further detail but Santana cuts her off quickly.

"Yes, yes… uh… yeah I know what you're talking about." She stops the blonde from continuing wondering when these thoughts started coming into Brittany's mind and if she has been lying here the entire time thinking of a way to talk about it. But the blonde stays quiet sensing her best friend's hesitation and Santana turns to look at her. "You want to ask me questions don't you?" Without a 'yes' or a 'no' response, Brittany sits right up crossing her legs Indian style and starts talking.

"Do they really turn blue?" She asks with such curiosity in her eyes and Santana simply stares at her in disbelief for a few seconds.

"No." Santana replies straight forwardly. "Well, I don't think so." She adds as an afterthought, seeing as she's never waited long enough to find out. Brittany nods at the information being provided and her lips twist in the way they do that let's Santana know she has more questions and or thoughts on the subject.

"Do you… does that happen a lot? I read on the internet that teenage boys…" The blonde begins to go off on her newest findings on the internet but is once again cut off.

"I'm not a boy." Santana spits out shifting a little further from her friend and is about to say something else but stops when she feels Brittany's soft hand on her arm.

"I wasn't saying you were." She innocently defends herself and after some silence she removes her hand and looks around the room, Santana's eyes focused on the television not even caring what is on. "Was it that sex scene in the movie that did it?" Brittany speaks up once again and Santana sighs lifting her hand up and shutting the T.V. off.

"I guess." She shrugs, but she knows the answer and it's a big fat yes and she knows that Brittany knows the answer too, she just wants to talk about it some more.

"Okay." The blonde drawls out watching Santana's hands coming up to her face covering it up probably from frustration or embarrassment, or both. "Was it the guy or the girl?" Santana whips her head to the side giving her friend a strange look.

"What?" She asks in bewilderment. Brittany's eyes flicker around the room before landing on her friend and she shrugs her shoulders a bit moving around in her spot.

"Well, I mean, was it the guy or the girl who tur… who made that," Her eyes glance briefly in the direction of Santana's crotch. "Happen to you?" The Latina sputters a few sounds before she finally regains the ability of speech.

"I don't know, the guy?" She decides on because she's a girl and she's supposed to like guys. It had to be the guy, it makes sense.

"But, I mean, we didn't even see his penis and like… we saw the girl's boobs." Brittany points out simply which garners a raised eyebrow from the dark haired girl. "Do you think it was the girl?" She waits for a response for a few seconds but when Santana doesn't answer her right away she looks back up to her to find her deep in thought. A little while longer and Brittany makes the decision that it's enough with the questions and she grabs the remote to turn the T.V. back on and shuffles back into the bed resting her head onto the pillow.

Santana looks up at the television and then back at Brittany who has been sucked in to whatever program is on, the blonde's words still swimming around in her head. If she was being honest, she doesn't know the answer to Brittany's questions. She thinks that maybe these aren't questions she even needs to think about because when it comes down to it they shouldn't even have to be asked. When she first started getting erections and having wet dreams they always involved a girl. What worried her probably the most is if this information would affect her and Brittany's relationship.

But as she shuffles down further into the bed beside the blonde she tosses that worry to the side, if the fact that she has a penis didn't do anything to discourage Brittany from being one of the most important people in her life this surely wouldn't. The last thought about the topic she has before she becomes engrossed into an episode of One Tree Hill is she so desperately hopes she does not wake up with morning wood. Because now that would be awkward.