A/N: I once again apologize for not updating sooner. But, here's the last chapter. I appreciate you guys sticking with me and always having wonderful things to say. I would say be on the lookout for another story, but it's summer and I get lazy. D:

I'm trying though. Thanks again, you guys. :)

Chapter Ten – Tuesday, 12:30 in the afternoon

Three months.

It took me three months to fall even more head over heels with a girl I met at my place of employment.

Ninety days. Give or take.

Something soft hit my face and I looked down to see a pink loofa sitting at my feet. My head shot up, eyes narrowed.

Puck. Of course.

He was grinning cheekily while juggling three more of the bath accessories. I rolled my eyes.

Show-off.

I picked up the loofa and threw it back at him. It hit his chest, breaking his concentration so the rest toppled from his hands.

"Bitch."

"Ass," I replied with a grin.

He rapidly fired the loofas at me, causing a shriek to erupt from my mouth. Soon enough, a loofa war began.

Puck grabbed a back brush and began swinging it like a baseball bat. A perfect Manny Ramirez.

Loofas were flying all over the front of the store. We were going to get fired. I could feel it. Schue would walk up here in the next three seconds and see us.

Oh God, no. It'll be Sue.

She'll find some way to arrest us, too. I could see it now. Breaking merchandise. Making them unsellable.

Even though loofas can't break…

She'll find a way.

Puck hung the back brush back on its peg and turned to me. "You know, you never showed me those bad boys." His eyes went from my face to my boobs in an instant.

"You even remember that?" I asked, rolling my eyes. It's just my luck that he did.

"I remember all promises dealing with female body parts," he grinned.

Insert another eye roll here.

"Um, no," I muttered, putting Dove body wash on the shelf.

"You promised."

"I'm the only one that gets to see them."

I turned around, already grinning. I can tell that beautiful voice apart from anyone's.

Brittany stood there, holding up a Subway bag. Her eyes locked on mine and she grinned. "Anybody want lunch?"

I dropped the remaining body washes in the tote I was working out of and turned to Puck. "I'm going on break."

He shook his head furiously. "Hell no. There's a fuckton of stuff to still put away."

"Hang on," Brittany muttered, digging through the Subway bag.

Me and Puck watched her, curious and confused.

"There we go!" she exclaimed, holding up the smaller bag that could only mean one thing: cookies. She threw it at Puck who caught it easily, a smile tugging at his lips.

"How about now?" she asked, grinning.

"Fine," he smiled. Turning to look at me, he pointed to Brittany. "Have I ever told you that you found a really great girl?"

I let me heart swell a little. Only a little. "I know I did."

Brittany stepped closer to me, wrapping her hand around mine.

"And if you guys are ever interested in on threesome, I'm totally the one to call."

I rolled my eyes. I knew that nice streak was a five second occurrence. "Keep dreaming, Puckerman."

"That's all I ever dream about, babe," he grinned, holding his arms out.

I chose to ignore that comment and grabbed Brittany's hand, tugging her quickly to the break room.

She laughed. "Slow down there, babe."

"I'm fucking starving."

She raised her eyebrows.

"For Subway," I clarified. "But I could be hungry for something else when I get off work..."

She laughed as I punched in the code for the door. Shoving her in, I let it slam shut behind me.

"So, how's your day going?" I asked as she handed me my sandwich. I opened it up and smiled. Italian BMT. She knew me too well.

"It's boring. I got a call from Holly this morning. I don't have to go into work tomorrow night."

I grinned. "So I can come over and we can have a cuddle-fest?"

Her face morphed into a shocked expression. "Santana Lopez, are you inviting yourself over?"

I rolled my eyes as I took another bite of the deliciousness. "Maybe."

A smile grew on her face. "I was hoping you'd come over. I want to cook you dinner."

My heart swelled. "You don't have to do that."

"No," she said, shaking her head. "You always pay when we go out to eat so I'm cooking for you."

"My little housewife."

She laughed and threw out our trash, standing and coming over to me.

"Can I help you?"

She moved to my lap, straddling it and wrapping her arms around my neck. I grinned, letting my hands rest on her hips.

"You're going to get me fired," I murmured.

"Good." She captured my lips in hers, her tongue already running over my lips. My mouth opened and soon our tongues were fighting for dominance. As her tongue slid over mine, my hands crept lower and lower down her body until my fingers were toying with the edge of her shorts.

Have I ever thanked God for short shorts?

Let me say it again: Thank God for short shorts.

My nails grazed the skin in the hollow of her leg.

"San," she moaned, pressing her forehead against mine.

My eyes looked up to see blue looking back down at me. My fingers slid underneath her shorts and slid down her underwear and those blue eyes turned dark.

She kissed me again before pulling back with a grin. "You taste like BMT."

"I wonder why," I smiled.

Her fingers brushed my cheek and I closed my eyes at the touch. Soft fingers danced over my skin, cooling every inch they ran over.

"I love you," she said softly, her fingers stilling.

I opened my eyes and smiled. "I love you, too."

Brittany was the first to say it, two weeks ago. I made us a date at home. My parents had gone away for the weekend, some business trip for my dad's work. My mom likes tagging along to show off her boobs.

No, she didn't get a boob job. I had to get these girls from somewhere.

I lit candles and we watched The Notebook, Titanic, Dear John, The Last Song, etc. Pretty much every Nicholas Sparks book turned into a movie.

I made spaghetti and meatballs because she loves Lady and the Tramp so much. She even rolled me the last meatball.

I got to lick the sauce off her nose so it was a win-win situation.

That night we actually made love for the first time. Mind you, we've had sex plenty of times, but that time was filled with so much emotion and passion that it could only be defined as making love. She whispered those three words as she cuddled into me.

A frickin' Nicholas Sparks novel.

Which, now that I mention it, is probably why our emotions were so heightened.

Which means Nicholas Sparks was the reason for all that. I need to shake his hand.

Lips crashed into mine before I could remember to move my own. A hand tugged on my hair as my own hands traveled up the lithe body sitting on me. They continued to travel north, grazing over her breasts before stopping at her neck.

"Jesus Christ, Santana. I'm all for your girlfriend bringing you food, but don't have sex with her as a thank you. Save that shit for at home. Sue would fire your ass on the spot."

I rolled my eyes at Schue who stood in the doorway, half-disgusted and half-turned on.

Brittany moved to get off me, but I grabbed her hands, pulling her back so she sat sideways on her lap. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I turned back to Schue.

"Relax," I smiled, seeing his eyes narrow at our new position. I rolled my eyes. You could never please this guy. "Brittany was making sure there was nothing on my face."

Brittany snorted and linked our fingers together.

Schue had a similar reaction. "You mean she was making sure there was nothing in your mouth," he mumbled.

I grinned and shrugged. "I can't help it that my girlfriend cares about my oral hygiene."

A/N: The end. :) You guys made updating this fun. I sincerely apologize I haven't been very quick with the updates. I hope you'll forgive me.