A/N: I don't write this kind of fluff and stuff usually, but I couldn't help it after tonights episode. I'm quite sorry.

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"Santana?!" Brittany asked, her bewildered tone making Santana chuckle.

"What, you don't even recognize your own girlfriend? Has it really been that long?" she questioned, a playful glint in her eye.

"No… I just- what are you doing here?" she asked, but then realized she cared much less about the answer than she did the distance between them. She jumped off the bed, launching herself towards her girlfriend. Santana grunted when she landed in her lap, but it turned into giggles when Brittany settled herself into the crook of her neck.

"What are you doing here?" she asked again, her words muted by Santana's shoulder.

"A little bird with a very large mouth told me my girl has been feeling down," she answered. She kissed her temple softly, nuzzling into blonde hair when it tickled against her nose. "And I couldn't have that. So I moved some things around, filled my car up with gas, and drove up here to fix it as fast as I could."

Santana shrugged, and the movement forced Brittany to lift her head. She studied Santana's face; she was smiling and happy and there, in her arms. She could feel her skin, warm against hers, the way that Santana always seemed to lean into even the smallest touch.

It was everything that she had been missing. Brittany felt tears sting at her eyes, completely overwhelmed by the shock and the fact that Santana would do all that for her. She leaned in, raising a hand to cup her cheek as their lips met. The kiss was sweet and soft, and she felt a chill run up her spine at the connection.

It always felt that way with Santana, even with the littlest kiss. It wasn't always fireworks, big and explosive and loud and overpowering. But it was always magical. It was like a current of energy flowed between them, like kissing each other allowed them to see into each others' hearts and minds, really feeling each other. It was this sort of connection that Brittany had missed so badly when Santana was away. Because with Santana here, holding and kissing her, she knew she was loved.

"How long have you been waiting up here?" she asked once they pulled away.

"Since about an hour before you got home from school," Santana replied, shrugging like it wasn't very long at all. Brittany took a moment to count up the hours, before gently smacking at Santana's shoulder.

"Oh my god, Santana! That's like… five hours! You should have said something!" she whined.

"And miss seeing that look on your face? No way."

"But it's been hours," Brittany repeated sadly, remembering all the time she had spent downstairs, watching cartoons with her sister and eating dinner with her family, time that she could have spent up here, with Santana.

"It was worth it," Santana said, leaning in to kiss her again. Brittany hummed in appreciation, before pulling back sharply.

"Wait- my mom knew you were up here this entire time?"

"Yeah, we've been texting actually. She's been trying to get you to come upstairs since you got home, but she didn't want to make it too obvious," she said grinning.

Brittany's mom had been more than happy to help Santana surprise her daughter. She had noticed that Brittany was down all week, and assumed it had something to do with the distance between the pair. They had spent so many years as inseparable best friends, then more than friends, then finally girlfriends. The adjustment to being a long distance pair was hard on Brittany.

So when Santana had called her the day before with her plan, Mrs. Pierce thought the surprise was an excellent idea. She had even offered to pay some of Santana's gas money, but Santana wouldn't hear of it. Mrs. Pierce picked her up at her house once she pulled into town, so Brittany wouldn't see her car waiting out front. It was so last minute that there weren't very many other clues that could have possibly tipped Brittany off. It was the perfect surprise.

Too perfect, in fact. Brittany wasn't expecting it at all, she spent the day moping around the house missing Santana.

"She wasn't… oh. Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I had no idea." Brittany buried herself in Santana's shoulder again, embarrassed that she didn't pick up on her mother's clues.

"Don't be silly, Britt. I'd do anything to see you happy."

Brittany grinned at the admission, loving that she knew Santana was telling her the absolute truth. Her hands found space on either side of Santana on the desk, and, using them to brace herself, she leaned in and kissed Santana deeply. Santana's lips were soft, warm, happy, and as they pushed against Brittany's mouth, they took away all thoughts of how hard the week was. Santana was there, Santana had come back, and god she had missed kissing her.

She dragged the fingers of her right hand slowly up and down Santana's arm, until she finally trailed all the way up to her neck. While her fingers slid into the soft, dark hair, her other arm wrapped around Santana's torso, pulling her forward until she their bodies were as close as could be. Santana let out a soft moan at the contact, before realizing that this isn't where she had wanted their conversation to go at all.

"Britt-" she pulled away to try and speak, but Brittany's lips chased after her own. "Brittany, wait. I think we should talk before we…"

"We can talk later," Brittany insisted, pressing her mouth to her girlfriend's. But Santana wasn't having it.

"Baby," she said sternly, pushing softly at Brittany's shoulders. Brittany pouted, her cheeks flushed, but she allowed the space to grow between them until she could see Santana's entire face.

Santana took a moment, combing Brittany's hair through her fingers while she collected her thoughts. Brittany softly sighed, leaning into her hand, a content smile forming on her lips.

"Why didn't you tell me you were this upset?" Santana finally asked.

"I'm not upset," she said quickly, dropping Santana's gaze.

"Brittany, Sam wouldn't give me the details or anything but…" she paused to sigh, her hand brushing against Brittany's cheek causing her to look back into Santana's eyes. "He told me I had to come see you as soon as possible. We both know Sam wouldn't lie to me," she said, a serious look on her face.

"He wasn't lying… I was upset, but I'm not upset anymore. You're here. It's fixed!" she exclaimed, forcing the happiness into her voice, hoping Santana would fall for it (but knowing she wouldn't). "So now can we please enjoy our time here together?" she asked quietly.

Brittany knew it was wrong of her, after she went through all that trouble in eleventh grade just to get Santana to talk about feelings and problems with her, to try and push away their issues and pretend they didn't exist. But she doesn't think Santana is staying very long, and she knew no matter what came out of this conversation, at the end of the weekend, Santana was still going to be two hundred miles away and Brittany would still be here, alone.

Santana knew this, too, and she could hear the meaning behind Brittany's words. She knew that Brittany recognized that her presence is only temporary. She remembered that tone in Britt's voice from the last month of summer, when many nights would end in watery eyes and shared secrets about how scared they were of losing each other once the summer was over and Santana was gone. They had promised each other that they wouldn't let the distance wear on their relationship, but… the fact that Brittany had gotten this upset without telling her scared Santana.

"But Brittany, you can't get that upset every time I'm gone, honey. I'll be away at college a lot," Santana responded, frowning.

"So what do you want to do?" Brittany asked, searching Santana's eyes for an answer. Ever since they'd officially gotten together, Santana had been her rock. She didn't like the unsettling feeling that had taken over their relationship since she left. It wasn't anything like what it had been in junior year, but the change still made her uncomfortable.

"We need to figure this out. I don't want you to be this unhappy when I'm gone," she said calmly, squeezing her girlfriend's hands in her own. "Just… tell me what I need to do?"

Brittany looked down at their entwined fingers, pinching her lips to one side and shrugging.

"You don't need to do anything. You're busy, I understand."

She didn't want to ask anything extra of Santana- she was paying for her education, after all. If Brittany was to take away from that experience, she would never forgive herself. She might not have valued school very much for herself through the years, but Santana was different. Sure, she was willing to give up school to go to New York, but she was also a perfectionist; now that she had committed to going to school, being anything less that spectacular would kill her.

"Britt, I'm never too busy for you," she sad sincerely. "I just need to know what it is that I've been doing wrong."

Brittany frowned at this. She didn't want Santana to think she was doing anything wrong. She wasn't. Santana was being fine, she was being a great girlfriend like she had been ever since they were official. It was herself that she was disappointed in in the relationship.

"I just… I miss you, that's all," she admitted.

"I miss you too, baby," Santana agreed quickly. "But… you can't let it get to you like that."

"I can't help it," Brittany sighed. This was the part of the conversation she didn't want to get into, and she could feel herself already growing upset at it. "Everything was just going so wrong and you weren't here to help me."

"But I don't have to be here to help you Britt. You can still talk to me, you just need to let me know what's going on. And you have friends here, too," Santana reminded her, hoping Brittany would agree. She hadn't talked much to Brittany about her friendships here in Lima, but she figured that she must have become close with Sam since he had been the one to call her.

"Yeah, Sam has been really nice," Brittany confirmed. "It's just not the same, though. He makes me happy, but he doesn't take away the sad. He's just like a big comfy blanket. He covers it up. If you were here, you'd fix it for me," she said simply, with a small shrug.

Her explanation made Santana's heart clench. She leaned up to kiss Brittany on the forehead, resting her own there once she pulled away.

"I just don't understand why you haven't been talking to me babe," she said.

"It like… it doesn't feel like I'm talking to you, you know what I mean?"

Santana shook her head, confusion etching into her brow. Brittany sighed heavily.

"I mean, when we're texting… the words are just words. I can't feel you saying them like I can when you're here. Skype is a bit better, but we don't get to Skype that often and when we do you're never really alone. I feel like you can't understand me from far away and I don't know what to do because you're the only person who ever has understood me. I just feel like I'm all alone," she finished sadly.

"Baby…" Santana sighed, before moving forward to capture the other girl's lips. The kiss caught Brittany by surprise, but she quickly relaxed into it. It was chaste, but it relieved some of the tension her confession had just caused in her chest. "I'm sorry. I know I've been distant lately, but I was just trying to give you your space back at home. I didn't want you to feel like I needed you to talk to me all the time in order for me to be happy. But to be honest, Britt…

"I've missed you so much, too. I miss seeing you every day and I miss hearing your voice before I go to sleep. Maybe… maybe we can work something out? Maybe we can try to call at least every other night before bed. I can find someplace private, we can talk to each other about our days and you can tell me about what stupid impressions Trouty did and I can complain to you about this new bitch that I have to take orders from on the squad."

She traced her fingers along Brittany's jaw, holding her gaze lovingly.

"No one has ever understood me like you have either, Britt. You know that, right? You're it for me, too."

Instead of a response, Santana was pushed back by the force of Brittany throwing her arms around Santana's shoulders.

"I've missed you so much," Brittany said, and she was pretty sure it sounded like the girl was crying. A second later she sniffled, and Santana squeezed her tighter. "I'm so sorry I let it get to me like that. I should have said something."

"Don't be ridiculous, B. I'm sorry I needed Sam Evans, of all people, to tell me what's going on with my girlfriend," Santana replied, chuckling darkly.

"Hey," Brittany whined lightly, pulling away. "Don't say that, Sam is nice."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's just hope he doesn't get any ideas about stealing my girl," she laughed, partially joking. The thought had crossed her mind when she first received Sam's phone call, but she realized quickly that she was being ridiculous. She trusted Brittany with her life. She would never cheat on her. And Sam… Sam was a good guy. He knew how much they loved each other, and he would never try to come in-between that.

"Ew," Brittany exclaimed, scrunching up her nose. "Santana, that's gross. He's blond too, that makes it like… incesticide."

Santana barked out a laugh, and Brittany tilted her head to the side with a slight grin like she always did when she got that reaction out of her. Her smile broke into giggles a moment later, and she leaned forward to press her lips against Santana's once again.

The kisses started out small, both of them smiling into each other's mouths. On the third or forth kiss, Brittany pulled Santana's bottom lip between her own, and the smile faded off Santana's face as her hands both rose to hold Brittany's cheeks for a moment before wrapping around her shoulders, pulling her close.

Her tongue darted out quickly, barely grazing the edge of Brittany's own lips, but she could tell the girl felt it by her sudden sharp inhale. Not a second later, Brittany was standing up pulling Santana with her, before spinning them around and guiding Santana gently to sit on the edge of the bed. Brittany straddled her hips, her legs folding under themselves as she settled in as close as she could. Santana's hands immediately found the small of her back and she held her there, steadying her.

Brittany's tongue swiped against her mouth, and Santana automatically parted her lips, granting her access. Brittany took advantage eagerly, her tongue pushing into her mouth to tangle with Santana's.

"Mmmph," Santana moaned when Brittany's hands traveled up her front, grabbing her by the shirt and pulling her in close. Brittany broke the kiss at this point, pushing against Santana's shoulders until she was lying down. Her lips soon found the side of Santana's neck, and she sucked gently along it until she found the spot she knew would make Santana squirm. She teased at it, first with her tongue, then with her teeth, until Santana's breathing had become ragged and her hands were clutching at Brittany tightly.

"God, that feels good," she said softly, her voice a sigh. Brittany smiled into the next few kisses; she loved having this effect on Santana.

Santana's hands began to wander, first trailing up the sides up Brittany's arms before sliding between their bodies, onto her girlfriend's stomach. She quickly slipped her fingers underneath her shirt, pressing them into the Brittany's sides.

Brittany moved up her neck, pausing to nibble on her ear. Santana felt a chill run down her spin at the warmth, and she sighed heavily, her hands trailing up Brittany's back and pulling the shirt along with it.

"Off," she said, tugging the shirt as far up as she could from her position. She felt Brittany exhale a laugh against her ear before she sat up, still straddling Santana's hips, to pull of the top. Santana propped herself up on her elbows to get a better look, and Brittany laughed again when she caught her staring.

"Like what you see?" she asked, giggling, and Santana nodded as she took in the tight stomach and smooth, tanned skin she had missed so much the past month. Her fingers moved slowly across Brittany's stomach, stopping to trace along her hipbone and finally hook into the waistband of her pants, before pulling sharply to flip them over so she was on top.

She kissed her, fiercely, and the blonde girl moaned at the sudden change in pace. The sound vibrated against Santana's lips, and it only encouraged her to deepen the kiss, swirling her tongue against Brittany's. She took advantage of Brittany's bare skin, not wasting a second as her hands traced the girl's sides, her hands stopping at Brittany's bra. She was tempted to pull it off, but she knew that Brittany wouldn't appreciate the uneven amount of clothing removal. Sure enough, no more than five seconds later, Brittany was pulling away from her kiss.

"San," she whined, grabbing at Santana's top. Santana happily obliged, lifting herself off the bed so that Brittany could tug the shirt up and over her shoulders. Santana didn't give Brittany the time to admire her body before she leaned down, lips pressing against her collarbone. She supported herself against her right elbow so her left hand could move freely. She put it almost immediately to good use as she pulled down the straps on Brittany's bra, kissing the newly exposed skin as she went.

"Baby," Brittany said in a voice that was halfway between a sigh and a moan.

She returned to Brittany's lips a few seconds later, guiding her by the back of her head into a sitting position. Her hands slid down to her bra clasp, and Brittany quickly understood, reaching around to undo Santana's at the same time. Brittany's bra slid easily off her shoulders, falling against their joined hips. Santana shrugged hers off once Brittany had undone the clasp, grabbing them both and throwing them off to the side.

Brittany got to her first, this time, her head ducking down so her mouth could press against the soft skin of her breast. She kissed lightly across the tops of them both, before tugging on Santana's hips so that she was leaning on her knees, her chest now eye-level with Brittany. She grinned up at Santana before leaning in to gently run her tongue along the underside of her boob.

Santana found her hands threading through Brittany's hair. She tried not to be too forceful, but she guided upwards towards where she wanted her the most. Brittany chuckled at her impatience before her lips brushed against her hardened nipple, teasing it gently. Santana had just enough time to gasp before Brittany's mouth was on her, warm and wet and strong and soft all at once, sending a jolt of electricity down her spine. Her hands came to rest against Santana's ass, and Santana couldn't help the moan that escaped her lips when the blonde squeezed down with strong fingers.

"Christ, Britt," she breathed. "I missed you."

"Mhm," Brittany said, and pulled back to look her in the eye. "I missed you more," she answered, before leaning up and pulling her into a long, meaningful kiss, not resisting when Santana pushed backwards so that she was once more lying on top of Brittany. She settled between Brittany's legs this time, and wasn't surprised when Brittany rocked her hips up against her own. The dancer always managed to find a rhythm in everything.

They kissed lovingly for another minute before it began to get feverish again, tongues wrestling and Brittany's nails trailing up and down Santana's back. Santana broke away first, turning her head so she could kiss down Brittany's neck to her chest. She spent some time there, kissing her in all the places she knew Brittany liked the best, before continuing downwards. She felt the blonde's stomach muscles twitch as she placed hot, open mouth kisses on her abs, and when she reached her skirt, she laughed when Brittany quickly lifted her hips off the bed, practically begging for Santana to remove it.

She hooked her fingers in both the elastic of the skirt and of her underwear at the same time, making it a show of dragging it slowly down her legs before holding them up, hooked on her finger. Brittany pouted beneath her until she let them fall to the ground. She reached out her hands, beckoning her forward, and Santana indulged her, crawling up her body until the two were face to face again.

"Please," Brittany said, her voice airy as she slipped her hand down Santana's stomach and tried, unsuccessfully, to unbutton her jeans with one hand. "I need…" she didn't get to finish her sentence before Santana was nodding, leaning and and kissing her while she unbuttoned her pants and pulled them, along with her underwear, off. Brittany hands immediately found her ass again, fingers digging into bare cheeks to pull them flush against each other.

"Santana, please," Brittany moaned, and Santana couldn't even try to attempt to say no to her when she used that voice on her. She slipped one leg over her girlfriend's thigh, straddling her so that they were each pressing into each other. She moaned at the feeling of Brittany, wet and hot, against her own wetness, and Brittany's leg curling around her waist to pull her in closer. Her hand came to rest against Brittany's shoulder, and Brittany's hips jumped against hers, begging her to start moving.

Santana began to grind against her, slowly at first, appreciating the sight of the girl sprawled out beneath her. This was Brittany's favorite position, and Santana certainly had no complaints about it. From this angle, she could watch Brittany during every second, and it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

"God, yes, San," Brittany moaned, her eyes clenched tight as her hands found grips in the sheets around her. "Faster, baby, please go fas- yes, just like that, baby- god." Santana began to move steadily, her hips grinding down in figure eights against the girl. She couldn't help the moan the escaped her lips as Brittany's hips rose to meet her own, pressing against her just right-

Brittany was suddenly grabbing her shoulders, reaching up to flip them around. Santana gasped out in shock as her back was pressed into the bed, Brittany's full weight coming to rest against her hips.

"Britt, what're you d-d-oh," her question stuttered into a moan as Brittany began to move her hips above her. She watched as her girlfriend's stomach muscles clenched as she drove herself faster and harder against her, and had to fight closing her eyes in pleasure. Forget what she said earlier- seeing Brittany like this, mouth agape and hips rolling quickly against her own, determined to reach her climax, was definitely the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

Brittany was panting, her skin shiny with sweat, her chest bouncing with each roll of her hips. Santana could tell she was close by the moans escaping from her lips, the way that every few thrusts came off beat, jerking against Santana. Santana knew that she wouldn't last long, either. The sight of Brittany alone was nearly enough to get her off, but that combined with the amazing sensations that Brittany was causing…

"So close, baby, please," Santana moaned, lifting her hands to grasp Brittany's waist. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop. Please, so good, I can't- I- uh, baby please don't fucking- oh, Britt." Brittany was shaking above her, her hips jerking wildly against Santana as she came, and the sight sent Santana over the edge. She dropped her leg so Brittany could fall against her, trembling, as they both were overcome by their release.

Their skin was slick with sweat as they laid on top of Brittany's bed. Santana had a blonde head tucked under her chin, and her arms circled lazily around Brittany's back. Neither of them spoke for a few moments; they just lay in silence, catching their breath and trying to return coherent thought to their brains.

"God," Santana sighed, laughing, once she was able to speak again. "That's so much better in person than it is through Skype."

"Mmh," Brittany hummed in agreement as she lifted her head to look Santana in the eyes. She grinned, big, when they make eye contact, and stretched her neck forward to kiss the bottom of her jaw.

"I love you," she sighed happily, and Santana returned her grin.

"I love you too, B," Santana answered, scratching her fingers lovingly against Brittany's scalp.

"I'm all sweaty now," Brittany said, scrunching her nose adorably.

"And whose fault is that?" Santana asked, laughing loudly.

"Um, yours," Brittany replied with a grin. "Duh."

"Excuse me, you were the one who chose to do all the work. I was perfect willing to do all the sweating for both of us!"

"Well," Brittany said, a smirk appearing on her face, "if you didn't look so hot, I would've been able to control myself."

Santana couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from her lips. Brittany pretended to look offended for a few seconds, before bursting into laughter with her.

"Santana?" Brittany asked a few minutes later, once their laughter had died down.

"Yeah, Britt?"

Brittany snuggled into the crook of Santana's neck, placing a soft kiss there before continuing.

"Thank you for this," she answered simply, and Santana smiled shyly at her.

"Thank you for this, too, in that case," she said. "I needed this just as much as you did."

Brittany sighed. "I'm going to miss you when you go back, though."

"Well, I'm here for another two days, Britt. We'll just have to make the most of the time we have, you know?"

Brittany nodded absentmindedly, before a wicked grin snuck over her face.

"You know what that means?" she said, snaking her hand up Santana's body once again.

"I think I just might," Santana replied as she leaned in to meet Brittany for a kiss.