She could drown in the smell of waking up to everything Brittany. Santana hummed as she felt feather light touches moving from her wrist to her forearm and slowly fluttered her eyes open.

"Good afternoon sleeping beauty." Brittany cooed into Santana's hair as she pressed a kiss to it.

"Hmm." Santana let out with a groggy smile. "What time is it?"

"Almost one."

"Oh wow. Sorry, how long have you been awake?"

"Not long. I know you needed some rest after all that driving. I don't mind."

Santana snuggled into Brittany's side and sighed. She really would be happy to just stay in bed all day long, doing nothing but snuggling and maybe a little fooling around.

In true Brittany fashion, she must have read Santana's mind because her light touches soon turned into soft caresses and easy massages.

"Turn around." Brittany instructed and Santana obeyed, turning onto her other side so that her back was facing Brittany.

Santana was sure she could fall asleep again with the massage she was now receiving from Brittany. Strong fingers were kneading into her sore muscles like only Britt knew how. She worked out all of her kinks before she was moving her hands to lift Santana's shirt off.

"It'll be easier without this on. It's getting all bunched up."

Santana just lifted her torso to help Brittany and shot her a knowing smirk.

"Britt, we're not 15 anymore. You don't have to come up with an excuse to get all up on this." Santana gestured with her hands.

Brittany smiled and pressed her front into Santana's back as she leaned in to whisper, "Yeah, but it was kind of fun right? Pretending not to be into it when we both know we were, the sneaking around, teasing each other under the lunch room table. Sometimes I miss it."

"It was fun." Santana agreed airily. "But I love what we have now so much more than what we had then. It was a lot more stressful to pretend I wasn't head over heals in love with my best friend."

"I love you too, San." Brittany whispered as her hands started back up massaging over Santana's tan and muscular back.

When Brittany felt Santana start to doze off she switched up her motions and started sliding her hands over Santana's side and kneading the flesh on her stomach. Blue eyes twinkled when she heard Santana take in a breath and moved her hands slowly up so that they were barely brushing under Santana's breasts, before slowly changing course and moving back down and around to her back.

Santana let out a huff and scooted her butt back into Brittany and rolling it up, telling Brittany with her body what she wanted.

Brittany smiled and leaned down kissing Santana's shoulder softly before trailing her kisses up Santana's neck. Santana turned her head back and caught Brittany's lips in a soft kiss that quickly deepened and melted into a steamy make-out session with Brittany's fingers dragging down Santana's abs and past the waist band of her sweatpants.

Santana groaned into the kiss as Brittany cupped her through her dampening panties.

"Britt" Santana breathed into Brittany's mouth. Not a whine or a request, just a name; like just the feeling of it rolling off her tongue turned her on even more.

Brittany snuck her fingers past the side of Santana's thong to trace her folds delicately.

"You always feel so good." Brittany husked into Santana's neck.

Santana wanted to tell Brittany how good she felt, but all she could do was moan and move her hips to show her appreciation.

Brittany yelped when she felt a hand squeezing at her ass and had to remind herself that she couldn't just lift herself and swing her leg over Santana to top her. Santana took advantage of this position and pulled Brittany closer, not caring how Brittany's cast was now scraping at the backside of her legs.

Brittany used one hand to pull Santana's face back and forced her lips on her hard as she plunged two fingers deep within her. Santana's scream was muffled by Brittany's smile. A rhythm was set as Brittany nipped at Santana's bottom lip, thrusting into her harder and harder as Santana spread her legs wider, throwing one over Brittany's cast.

"Ahh." Brittany groaned and Santana immediately opened her eyes and stopped moving, despite Brittany's fingers never stilling for a second.

"Britt-"

"Did I say I was done?" Brittany interrupted her and crashed their mouths together again while adding an extra thrust. The weary look Santana was wearing was quickly wiped away as Brittany's free hand found it's way to Santana's breast and squeezed.

With Brittany pushing her fingers as deep as they would go, squeezing at her flesh, and pressing into her, it only took a well timed flick at Santana's clit before she was falling apart and squeezing back at Brittany.

Brittany let her down slowly, with gentle kisses to her neck and easy strokes.

When Santana's rigid form finally eased up Brittany pulled her fingers out, wiped them off on the bed, and eased Santana's face back so she could end her high with a kiss.

"It's so weird kissing you when you're mouth is cold. It's like kissing a real eskimo." Brittany mused and rubbed their noses together.

"Huh?"

"From your mouth hanging open for so long."

Santana smiled and pushed forward to show Brittany that her kisses were always hot.

"I'm gonna have a kink in my neck for a week." Santana said as she lifted her self up and cracked her neck. "So worth it though. How's your leg?"

"It's fine Santana. Stop worrying about it so much. You almost ruined sexy times because of it." Brittany pouted.

Santana gave her a sad smile as Brittany's nose scrunched up and she pulled the brunette down on top of her.

"You see this?" Brittany gestured down to her defective leg. "This is a cast. It's rock hard." Proving so with a knock to the plaster. "And it's gonna take more than really hot sex with my girlfriend to break it. Okay?"

Santana pulled back, "Girlfriend?"

"Uh. Yeah?"

"I thought I was gonna have to lavish you with gifts and candy and lots of romantic dates to be considered your official girlfriend again."

"Silly goose. You're already going to do all those things. They might as well be coming from my girlfriend instead of some crazy stalker girl who basically lives with me and helps me get better while I give her amazing sex." Brittany half shrugged.

"Stalker?!" Santana asked shocked.

"Well you did kinda break into my house and snuck into my bed..."

Santana could see the glint in Brittany's eye and the way she was already curling into herself preparing to defend against an incoming tickle attack.

Santana rushed forward and grabbed Brittany's hands that were poised to protect her sides and threw them over her head, effectively pinning her to the bed. She leaned in a hovered over Brittany, leaning in for a kiss before backing away and leaving Brittany teased.

"It's not really breaking in if I have a key."

"That's because girlfriends have keys, and you're my girlfriend." Brittany confirmed.

Santana smiled and absorbed Brittany's words like they were the most important thing in the world in that moment. Because maybe they sorta were. She leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss on Brittany's puckered lips.

"All yours."

Brittany just hummed in response and lifted her head for another kiss.

Santana released one of Brittany's hands and started dragging it down Brittany's sides. Brittany almost flinched, thinking Santana was implementing a sneaky tickle attack before Santana's hands quickly moved lower and lower until she was playing with the top of Brittany's shorts.

"Santana. Mmm." Brittany said as Santana danced her fingers under Brittany's shorts, happy with the fact that Brittany wasn't wearing anything underneath. "As much as I want you inside me right now. I have to pee, so bad."

Santana stopped just before her fingers reached their destination and deflated with a huff as she fell on top of Brittany.

"Can't you hold it? You can't tell me you want me inside you and then hit me with rejection. Not cool."

"I mean, if you want me to pee on you I can. Are you into that now? Did you get kinky when you went away to college?"

"Gross, Britt." Santana lifted her face from Brittany's shoulder with disgust before lifting herself up and holding her hand out. "Come on, creep. Let's get you to the bathroom."

Brittany accepted Santana's help and once she was lifted from the bed she stood still and held Santana close.

"I love you." Brittany whispered.

"I love you too." Santana responded, just as quietly. As if the quieter they spoke the truer their statements.

While Brittany was in the bathroom Santana walked back into Brittany's room and looked around for her phone.

She had 3 missed calls and a dozen missed texts.

Two of the missed calls were from her mom and one was from her coach. The texts were from the girls on her squad.

She decided to call her mom back, not even bothering to get into all the texts that were probably questions about where she was or if she was coming back. She didn't even tell them that she was leaving and she knew her coach was going to be disappointed in her for dropping out of school. Which she had to do officially... if her coach hadn't already. She didn't care though, none of that mattered anymore. All that mattered was that she had to help Brittany, so that they could start their post-high school lives, together.

The phone rang twice before her mother picked up.

"Santana Maria Carmelita Elizabeth Lopez!"

Santana quickly pulled the phone away from her ear with a groan after hearing her mother screech out her entire name. She held the phone at a distance until she couldn't hear screaming anymore and brought it back to her ear.

"Mami. Relax. I told you, I'm at Brittany's."

"And when did you get to Brittany's? Your coach said you weren't at practice last night and that no one can get a hold of you. I called your dorm mate and she told me that you packed your bags and said you weren't coming back? What's this about?"

Santana dropped her head into her hands and started pacing around Brittany's room. She was not ready for this conversation yet.

"Iv'e been here since last night. I'm well...see the thing is Brittany needs to get better and you know her parents, Mami. They don't help, like, at all. And she's falling behind in school because of the accident and I'mdroppingoutofschool." Santana let out the last part in a huff and winced, waiting to hear what her mother was going to say.

"Lo siento, I don't think I caught that last part, because it sounded to me like you said you're dropping out of college. And that can't be right because you have a full scholarship to that school which you would never just give up, right?"

"It's not like I'm just dropping out for no reason. I'm doing it for Brittany." Santana reasoned.

"Oh Santana." Santana could practically see her mother shaking her head. "I thought you and Brittany broke up. I know she got hurt, but that doesn't mean that you just up and quit your life and go help her. She's not dying. She can take care of herself."

"No, mami. You don't understand. First of all, Brittz and I, we're back together. I love her, so much. You know that. I want to be here for her and take care of her and love her everyday for the rest of forever. Second of all I know she can do it on her own. She's the smartest person I know, but I want to help make this go by faster and easier so we can leave here... together."

"But Santana-"

"No. Hear me out. It's not like I'm throwing anything away, really. I didn't like that school anyways. I want to do something I love, and is it so wrong to take a little time to figure out what that is exactly while I'm helping my girlfriend out?"

"You're just too close Santana. You and Brittany. You've always been too close. I hated that Brittany didn't graduate when she was supposed to, but at the same time I thought it would be good for you two to find yourselves on your own. You're too good to that girl for your own good."

"I'm not. She's too good to me. And the only thing I found out by being away from her was that it wasn't right, not for either of us. I even tried breaking up with her thinking that she would be better off. Look where that got her, she crashed her bike on her first run without me there."

"That wasn't your fault, mija."

"Maybe not, but I don't want to ever have to question that again. I only want to do right by her. I want to be the better Santana. The one that only she makes me be, and that only happens when we're together. She's helping me way more than I'm helping her. She makes the world amazing. Why would I ever want to give that up?"

"You're so young, Santana. I'm not going to argue with you on this. I know you love Brittany and I love her too. But here's the deal. If you stay here, you're at least going to be going to Lima Community College full time during the spring. And no matter what happens with Brittany, whether she graduates or not, you're applying for NYU in the fall. When you graduated our deal was New York or Louisville. That deal still stands or you're cut off. That savings account we built for you... gone. Got it?"

"Okay got it. LCC in the spring and outta here in the Fall. Deal. Te amo, mami."

"Te amo, mija."

Santana heard some spanish being muttered on the other line, before it went dead. She let out a sigh and fell onto Brittany's bed. That conversation could have been a lot worse, with words like "cut off" being thrown around.

"Did you mean all of that?"

Santana shot up and was met by a warm smile from Brittany who was leaned up against her door way.

"How much did you hear?" Santana asked, embarrassed. Of course she meant everything, but no one wants somebody listening in on them begging their mother to understand their undying love.

"Pretty much all of it. Doesn't take me that long to pee, San." Brittany said with a giggle as she slowly hobbled her way over to Santana, one crutch tucked under her arm.

"I meant every word." Santana rasped with a straight face.

"You think it's your fault I got hurt?" The pout that fluttered to Brittany's face was her honest one. The one she wore when she was really upset, and not just trying to get her way.

"Out of everything I said, that's the one you ask me about?" When Brittany just shrugged Santana sat up further and leaned forward, helping Brittany get closer. "Of course that's the one you ask me about." She said, like it should have been obvious.

"Well do you?"

Santana chewed on her lower lip and looked down at Brittany's cast. She squeezed at Brittany's hips and ran small circles over her skin. After a moment she finally looked up into waiting blue eyes.

"Yeah. A part of me does."

"Well, it's not." Brittany shook her head before looking down. "I think that sometimes bad things just happen that's nobody's fault..." Brittany looked back up at Santana, "I should have made the clearer before, but I thought maybe you thinking it was your fault was what brought you back, that it was what is keeping you here still... and selfishly, I like you being here."

"I like being here too and-" Brittany covered Santana's mouth with her finger, before replacing it with a quick kiss.

"I'm not going to argue with you anymore about staying here. We've done that enough. I just want to make sure it's for all the right reasons."

"I'm so glad you don't think your accident was my fault and maybe I'm thinking about it too much or not enough, but either way, there's no other place I'd rather be. Now, let's get some more of your school work done, so you can come with me to New York by the fall."

Brittany's smile returned as a glow on her face and she leaned her forehead against Santana's. Maybe none of this was an ideal way to come back together, but neither of them could think of a better way to turn lemons into lemonade.

"Can you take an astrology class in the Spring and tell me all about who designed Orion's belt?" Brittany asked as she planted kisses on her girlfriend's cheeks.

"Sure, Britt. Anything for you."

So, it's been a while huh? Sorry about that.

I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, since it might be my last. :/ I have a plan that stretches the story about 2-3 more chapters. But I've got so much going on with other projects I'm not sure when I would be able to update again.

Also, I'm taking a Western Civ class right now, and we went over ancient Greece, which I love...and BAM in the middle of class I got an idea for a completely AU Brittana fic. Something that involves our girls living in Sparta. I would have to do some more research for that, but I think I'm gonna start work on it when I get some time.

And how about all this Dantana? I don't mind it, but I really hope it doesn't affect our Brittana fandom too harshly. Because I really do think these girls are perfect for one anther and they'll always be endgame for me.