A/N: Here I go again. I wanted to write a cannon(ish) story. I also wanted write a first person story for both girls. But then I wanted to write another college fic but also another adult Brittana story. So I'm going to do all that in this go around. This story will have three parts and sort of follows what happened on the show for the most part. It also won't be as fluffy as my last two so be forewarned.

Part I

Brittany

Santana wanted to hang out after school.

This was the 10th day in a row Santana had wanted to hang out. A new record. Well, a new record since she started dating Puck. Before Puck, we'd hung out every school day and every weekend. After Puck, I was lucky to get three days alone with her.

Before Puck, we would spend every day together and hang out all the time. We were like those Siamese cat twins except we weren't actually attached by a body part. Maybe our vaginas. We had been like that ever since we meet at cheerleader tryouts back in Freshman year. It was awesome.

Before Puck, we'd make out every day and have sexy sleep overs sometimes. And by sexy sleep overs, I mean have sex. This was something we started to do just this past summer. I'm still not totally sure how it started but I'm glad it did because I really enjoyed being with her.

We've only done it a few times. OK, 21 times. I keep count. Everything was going great until two months ago. The last time we had sexy times, I did something Santana didn't like. I spoke.

Santana didn't like talking after we finished, or even during. She liked to go straight to sleep or leave. I mean, I didn't say anything bad. I just told her I loved being with her and that I really cared about her. How is that bad?

After that time, we hadn't had any sexy times or sweet lady kisses. It sucked. It was like I got to have chocolate cake everyday for dinner and one day it got replaced by broccoli. Gross. I hate broccoli.

Santana got moody sometimes and I usually just had to wait and she'd go back to normal after a couple of days. This time though, it was over two months and she still hadn't gone back to normal. I should have known this time was different because Santana started dating Puck soon after I made the mistake of talking.

She always cared about what people thought of her and that she was seen as Top Bitch, but it seemed she had gotten more obsessed with that since she started dating Puck. Sure, he was the captain of the football team and according to high school rules, that made him king of the school. Santana finally got her wish to be queen. Sort of. If we were going by high school rules, Quinn was really queen since she was captain of the Cheerios, but I never brought that up.

I asked her if she was mad because I spoke and she said no. She reminded me that the only reason we were having sexy times was for practice for when we got real boyfriends. I guess, she didn't need to practice anymore. It made me sad because I really liked being with her.

Anyway, I didn't want to think about that now because Santana wanted to hang out for the 10th day. I missed sweet lady kisses but I was happy to just spend time with her.

I practically skipped to the passenger side of Santana's car. I opened the door and got in, seeing a smiling Santana behind the wheel. "What do you want to do today? Oh! Quinn said that some of the Cheerios were going to Breadstix after school. We could go there."

Santana buckled her seatbelt, started the car and drove into traffic. "Nah," she said, "Let's hangout at your place."

"What? Are you feeling sick?"

"I'm fine," she laughed, "Why?"

"You just said no to going to Breadstix." In all the time I had known Santana, she had never turned down Breadstix. Not even when she got the flu and could hardly get out of bed.

Santana shrugged her shoulders. "I'm saying no to Breadstix right now. It's like 4 o'clock. My Abuela doesn't even eat dinner this early. We can order Breadstix later."

"Oh. It's still weird." I turned on the radio and started singing along making Santana laugh. We got to my house and no one was home. It was Thursday and on Thursdays my dad got home late and my mom took my sister to soccer practice. "You wanna watch a movie?"

Santana stepped past me and headed straight upstairs. "No movie."

I closed the door and followed Santana who headed straight to my room. She dropped her things on the floor and sat on the bed. I dropped my bag next to hers but stayed by the door.

"Do you want to listen to music?" Santana just smirked at me and patted the spot next to her on the bed. "You wanna jump on the bed?"

Santana laughed. She got up and pulled me to the bed, both of us falling on it and I knew what she wanted to do. "Oh. Really?"

Santana adjusted herself on top of me, our Cheerio uniforms riding up and I could feel her smooth legs against mine. I loved that feeling.

"Why do you seem so surprised? It's what we do."

"Yeah, but we haven't done this in a while. You don't need practice anymore." What I really wanted to say was that we hadn't really gotten our sweet lady kisses on since that day I said too much. I was kind of afraid to say the wrong thing and make her mad again.

"You know what Coach Sylvester says, 'there's no such thing as too much practice.'"

"But isn't this cheating? I mean, you have a boyfriend now."

She shook her head. "It's not cheating when the plumbing is different." Santana leaned down and started kissing my neck and running her hand up my thigh. She always started by kissing my neck and it always made me feel all mushy.

I closed my eyes and smiled. No broccoli today. Today I was having chocolate cake.

Once she finished sucking on my neck, she licked up to my ear and sucked on my earlobe. Another thing that turned me all mushy. "Is this kissing practice or, um, the other kind?"

Santana removed her lips from my ear and kissed me, hard. I opened my mouth and she slid her tongue inside. I moaned pretty loud. Since we started doing this, I discovered that I make a lot of sounds during sexy times with Santana. I can't help it. It feels really, really good. I've had sex with two other people, but I never made much noise.

She kept kissing me, her tongue fighting with mine, and then something amazing happened. She moaned just as loud as I did. She never made loud noises even though I knew she wanted to really badly. She would always hold back, but sometimes she slipped and made these noises that let me know she really enjoyed what we were doing.

She suddenly stopped kissing me and sat up, straddling me. She was breathing hard and had this really intense look in her eyes. It was so hot.

"Do you want me to turn off the lights?" I asked. My room was really bright with the light on and the sun still coming through the window. We always had sexy times in the dark. She liked it that way. So I was totally surprised when she shook her head.

"No, it's fine." She reached for the side zipper on her uniform and pulled it down. She took off her top showing me her black bra and her amazing boobs. I really loved boobs, especially hers. She reached behind her and unclasped her bra and took it off. Now she was on top of me, topless, with her big, beautiful breasts that I really wanted kiss. "Don't just lay there, Britt. Take your top off."

I took my top and bra off really fast and soon was topless just like Santana. I looked up at her and saw her bitting her lip but when she saw me looking, she quickly looked away. That's another thing Santana didn't like to do, look me in the eye during sexy times. Or even after.

She got off me and quickly took off her shoes and socks. Then she did the same to me. She then took off her spanks and underwear, leaving her totally naked. She was so beautiful. This was the first time I was able to see her like this in the light. OK, yeah, there were times I'd sneak a glance in the locker room, but this was totally different. This was amazing. Looking at how perfect Santana was, made me wetter. It made my lady parts feel like they were burning with anticipation of having Santana touch me.

I was so focused on looking at her I didn't realize she had reached over to me and started undressing me as well.

"Lift your butt."

I did and she took off my bottoms, leaving me naked too. She got back on top of me and it was then I felt how wet she was. She put her thigh between my legs and started grinding into me. I moaned really loud again and I could have sworn I saw a smile on Santana's face.

I lifted my leg and wrapped it around her waist and that just totally made everything so much better. Santana was riding my thigh and I was riding hers. I really loved this position because I could put my arms around Santana and bury my face in her neck. I really loved the way she felt against me and how her hot breath hit my ear and how I could almost make out her saying my name between breaths. I wasn't entirely sure she was saying my name, but it really seemed like she was so I liked to pretend I heard right.

"Britt….Brittany….Britt-Britt."

The first time we were together, it was a little clumsy but we got the hang of it fast. Now, on our 22nd time, we were totally in sync and, I like to think, connected. I swear it was like my body knew what hers needed and her body knew what mine needed. But I would never tell Santana that because I was sure she'd get mad.

Santana started grinding on me faster and faster, and I kept up with her. Her breasts were rubbing against mine and I really wished I could suck on her nipples.

My bed was rocking with how fast we were slamming against each other and I was so glad no one was home because the bedpost was hitting the wall pretty hard. Not to mention the moans, grunts, and screams that we were making. That Santana was making. I couldn't believe how loud she was being and not holding back.

Maybe this time it was different. It felt like it was. Maybe she missed being with me so much she broke up with Puck. I was pretty sure that this was still cheating even if the plumbing was different.

I started to feel that familiar pressure that meant I was going to cum really soon. I still had my face buried in Santana's neck, smelling that amazing mix of her body wash and sweat. I loved that smell. I loved everything about being with Santana and I wanted to always be with her.

"Brittany…Oh God…."

She definitely said my name that time and it was the first time she had said it so clearly. Things were different this time. I really wanted to kiss her so I placed my hand between Santana's face and made her face me and another amazing thing happened. She looked at me. She looked me in the eye for like 10 seconds before she leaned down and kissed me. I kissed her as long as I could before I had to pull away when my orgasm hit me and I screamed her name.

Santana kept pounding against me until she came really hard. I swore I heard my name again. What I was really sure about was hearing her moan really loud.

We stayed holding each other while our breathing slowed down. It must have been like five minutes before we moved again. "That was a great practice," I said.

She laughed and kissed my cheek and neck. "Practice isn't over yet. I did some research and I want to try something new."

"New?" My heart started beating fast again at the idea of trying something new with Santana. I still didn't know much about lady sex but I was sure we had done almost everything. Scissoring was my favorite. But I also liked what we just did. And when Santana used her fingers. And when I used my fingers on her.

Santana smirked and kissed me again. What was happening? Usually after we finish Santana would roll over and sleep or she'd get dressed. I smiled because I was so happy. She wasn't leaving, she looked at me and we were talking after finishing. Santana must have broken up with Puck and now wanted to be with me. I mean, that's the only explanation. Right?

"Open your legs, Britt," she breathed.

I actually gulped. I didn't think people really did that, but I did. Santana smiled and kissed me before kissing down my body. I opened my legs like she asked and she kept kissing me as she slid down. I finally got a clue as to this "new" thing she wanted to try and I was suddenly really turned on again.

In all our times together, we hadn't tried that. What was it called, anyway? I knew what it was called when you did it to a guy, but what do you call it when it was a girl? I looked down and saw Santana stop before reaching my… what? Pussy? Vagina? Dripping center? I read that in one of my mom's romance novels once.

Anyway, Santana was just staring at my, uh, vagina, let's got with that one, and breathing hard. I was starting to feel weird, like maybe I didn't look normal down there. I started to close my legs but Santana stopped me by placing her hands on my thighs.

"Don't," she said. She looked for just a bit longer before leaning down and licking my dripping center. No, that sounds dumb. My wet pussy. Now it just sounds dirty.

"Saaaaannnn." Again I moaned super loud and again was glad no one was home. Santana's tongue felt so, so good. It felt like Santana was licking me everywhere, and I could hear her moan against me. This feeling was one I didn't want to end. I'd never had anyone go down on me and if I had known how good it felt, I would have asked Santana to do this sooner.

I felt her tongue enter me and I arched my back and pushed myself against Santana's mouth. I could hear a slurpy noise and Santana pressing her face closer to me, moving her mouth like she was eating the most delicious meal. Wait, I think that's what you call it for a girl. Eating out.

Santana kept eating me out like it was her last meal. I was so close to another orgasm. My body was so tense and I couldn't hold back anymore. I came harder than the first time. I felt dizzy and like I couldn't move. I thought Santana would stop but she kept licking me, slowly, like she was savoring my taste.

After my breathing slowed down, Santana moved up my body and buried her face in my neck. "Did you like that, Britt-Britt?"

"Fuck, yeah," I said. I heard her giggle and it made me smile. "Can I do it to you?"

Santana lifted her head and looked at me. Again. She stared at me for five seconds this time and then nodded. I grinned and flipped us over so I was on top. I rarely got to be on top because Santana always wanted to be in control. I kissed her and she put her arms around me and kissed me back. She tasted different and I realized I was tasting myself on her lips. I would have thought it'd be gross, but it was actually really hot.

I kept kissing her because I wanted to be on top for a bit longer and I figured Santana would flip us over again to tell me to get on with going down on her. But she didn't. She let me stay on top and kiss her. I moved my hand between her legs and started massaging her and it felt like she melted.

"You're …. supposed to use, mmmm, your mouth, Britt."

I smiled and kept moving my fingers between her very slippery folds and rubbed her clit with my thumb. "I will." I kept doing that until I slipped two fingers in her and starting pumping them in and out.

"Oh fuck!" Santana gripped my shoulders really tight and started making those sexy noises again. I did't want her to cum on my fingers. I really did want to use my mouth, so I pulled out and before Santana could complain, I moved down her body and took her in my mouth.

She tasted delicious. It was like eating the best chocolate cake in the world and by the sounds Santana was making, she really liked what I was doing. Santana was so wet and warm and I drank as much of her as I could. Eating Santana out could easily turn into my new favorite thing. I moved my tongue between her lips and then slipped it inside her where she felt even hotter.

I was sure I was doing things right because Santana was panting and moaning and I knew she was going to cum soon. God, she tasted so good. I wish we had done this sooner. I took my tongue out of her and sucked on her clit really hard. Santana finally lost control and came.

"Britt…"

She still was so wet, even after cumming. Now I know why Santana kept licking me after I came. I moved up her body and kissed her so she could taste herself like I had done. She kissed me back.

This time was definitely different.

I moved down a bit and rested my head on her chest while we both rested. When we were both breathing normally again, I took a risk and spoke.

"That was awesome."

"Hmmm," she hummed, "Yeah, it was. We're like sex Gods."

I was feeling so good, so comfortable that I kept on talking. "We need to do that again."

"For sure." Santana's voice was slow and lazy. She sounded content and relaxed.

I started thinking about tomorrow and if we could do this again after school but then I remembered we had Cheerios practice and I hoped we weren't too tired. Laying there with Santana, I suddenly thought about Glee club. "Glee was fun this week."

Santana just hummed. It sounded like she was falling asleep.

"We should do that assignment. Together," I said.

"What assignment?"

"You know, the love song assignment," I said, "Mr. Shue said for us to pick a song to sing and that we could do a duet or group number. I was thinking that we could do a duet."

As soon as I finished my sentence I knew I had messed up again. I felt Santana's whole body tense up.

"We are not singing anything together," she said. She pushed me away and sat up.

"If you don't want to, it's fine," I said trying to calm her down. "I just thought…."

"OK, let's get something straight," Santana said as she got out of bed and picked up her clothes, "I'm not with you because I'm in love with you and want to have lady babies. Puck's in juvie this week and I needed a warm body. Don't think this was some sort of sappy romantic thing. It was just sex."

My chest felt really tight all of a sudden. "You're still with Puck?"

"Duh, of course."

I felt really sad all of a sudden. She was almost fully dressed and I suddenly felt really uncomfortable being naked. I reached under me and pulled at my bedspread and got in, covering myself up as much as I could. "So, you just hung out with me this whole week because Puck was in jail?"

Santana rolled her eyes and sighed. "Don't be all drama queen about this Brittany. I had free time and I decided to spend it with my best friend."

I was wrong. This time wasn't different. This time was just like the other times. "I'm glad you could fit me in," I spat out. I thought she spent time with me this week because she missed me but it was just because her boyfriend was in jail. She was bored and horny. I felt really dirty and not the good kind.

"What's the big deal?" Santana asked, now fully dressed and fixing her hair, "We have lady sex then forget about it. It's always been like that so I don't know why you're getting all weird now." She finished fixing her hair and picked up her Cheerios bag. "Come on, get dressed. If we hurry we can still catch Quinn and the rest of the girls at Breadstix."

Before I could answer, Santana was out the door. I screwed up again and spoke. I should have kept my mouth shut.

-tbc-