A/N… Set in Who Knew? 'Verse. 2 shot. Rated M for smut. Strap-on sex. Semi-public sex. Roleplay.

I don't own any of the characters from Glee. As always, Brittana forever.

"San, wake up…" I roll away from the voice, wrapping the comforter closer to my body and burying my head further into the fluffy pillow. I lay still, trying to fall back asleep, but Brittany has other plans.

"I know you're awake. You have to get up or we're both gonna be late for work."

"Britt, I can't be late for work if I'm working from home." I smile cheekily at her.

She just smiles and rolls her eyes back at me, "c'mon, get up. You made me promise to wake you up before I left so you would get a head start on your to-do list."

Oh. Right. I knew I should have packed my bag last night before coming over to Britt's place, but after she sent me a provocatively posed picture, ahem, I could barely get out of the apartment quick enough. I finally turn over towards the opposite edge, ready to literally roll out of her comfortable bed, before her hands pin me in place. My eyes roam over her body, taking in her work clothes: there's something immensely sexy about a woman in business attire. She's in a pair of grey dress pants, chevron dress shirt, and the red heels. I swallow the arousal-induced lump in my throat as images of her in only those red heels flood my mind.

She releases one of my wrists and trails her hand up my arm before lifting the top of the comforter to expose my breasts to the slightly cool air. My nipples immediately react to the rush of cool air and I feel my whole body heating up at the look she levels in my direction. Her pink tongue peeks between her slightly parted lips, her eyes trailing over my body. I lean forward and crash our lips together, not being able to contain my desire any longer. Her hand quickly goes back to holding my wrist as she leans further into me, opening her mouth and allowing me to slip my tongue in to deepen the kiss.

"San…" She pulls back, chest rising and falling quickly, and I see the wheels turning in her mind before she even voices what she's thinking. "I should leave before we get to a point where we can't stop."

I nod and she leans down to kiss me languidly one more time before throwing her legs over my body and sliding off the bed.

"Will you still be able to pick me up at school?"

"Yeah, Kurt and Adam are riding together so Kurt's letting me drive his car over to Rachel and Quinn's place. What time does the party start?"

Brittany zips her jacket, light enough to accommodate the unseasonably warm October we're having, and runs her fingers through her hair before leaning over to grab a duffel bag and her purse. I watch as she slips her purse inside, catching a glimpse of black and red fabric, before she quickly closes the top of the sport bag and throws a sneaky smile my direction. "We should be there by 7pm if we want to be there to help pass out candy to the trick-or-treaters. But other people won't get there til closer to nine I think."

I stand up and walk over towards her and wrap my arms around her neck, pulling her in to a quick hug. "Okay, I'll pick you up at 4 and we can get dinner before going over there..." She nods and I lean to the side, eyeing the black bag, "what's in there?"

She releases me and takes a step backwards, smiling and shaking her head, "nuh-uh, no peeking and I'm not telling."

"But Britt-Britt," I don't care if I sound like I'm whining, "you know what I'm going as, it's not fair that you're keeping your costume secret."

"Don't worry, babe, you'll like it. I promise." I pout, jutting my bottom lip out as far as it will go, but she just leans forward and kisses me, quickly disarming me like she always does.

My morning goes to complete crap after she leaves. First, I get a call from Mercedes asking if I'd come in to the office to go over a few things concerning the new artists we were looking into signing. So, instead of spending the day working at home in my comfy clothes, I have to dress to impress since the head Sony guys were rumored to be in the area and could stop into our office at any time. I leave without a jacket since it's so warm and I plan on coming back to the apartment at lunch to finish working from home and getting everything that I need for the evening.

I make it about half way to the train station when the heavens open up and rain, that wasn't forecasted, proceeds to wash the city clean. I run into the nearest store, a coffee shop that is currently sheltering more commuters caught without an umbrella, and try to wait it out. After what seems like hours, but was really only about ten minutes, the rain ceases and the sun peaks back out. If I thought weather in the Midwest, where it could be snowing one day and 70 degrees the next, was unpredictable, then New York was being a downright moody bitch today. And as I feel the hair on my head start to frizz my attitude quickly starts matching.

The train stop is packed and, because of the dumbass rain, I missed the train I wanted and have to wait for the one that will get me to the office 30 minutes late. I pull my phone out, needing to talk to Brittany, but seeing the time I know she's in the middle of teaching. So I call my voicemail and listen to the message I still have saved.

"Hey baby, I just wanted to tell you that you're the most beautiful, amazing, loving, sexy, adorable, sweet, girlfriend ever. And Carol and the girls in the front office love you, especially since you brought in fresh cronuts and coffee this morning. But I told them that you're all mine. Because you are. All mine. Anyways, I just wanted you to know that I love you. So so so so much. See you tonight."

The scowl that I'm sure was plastered across my face eases a little and a smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. The school administrators and teachers had to go in for an 'in-service' day on the first day of the student's fall break the previous year, and Brittany had complained that the school only gave them an assortment of granola bars, small milk cartons or juice boxes, and a limited assortment of fruit as their breakfast. Pretty much the leftovers of the same snacks they gave to their elementary students during their morning snack. So I called the same bakery we use for our meetings at Sony and ordered an assortment of baked goods, including the delectable 'cronut' masterpiece, and gourmet coffee for them. I picked the order up and dropped it off at the school on my way in to work. Brittany and I had just admitted our love for one another the week before and it was the first time she had ever said it on my voicemail. So I kept it.

The train finally pulls into the station and I climb in among the massively packed throng of people. I feel like we're all be herded to the slaughterhouse. Okay, maybe I'm pulling a Berry and being a little dramatic. But if you've ever experienced a NYC train ride during peak times you'd understand exactly wh—

"What the hell are you doing?" I turn towards the young guy next to me who just had his hand planted firmly on my ass.

He flashes what I assume he thinks is a seductive smile in my direction and holds his hands up. "Sorry. Slipped. Can't help it that the train's packed. Luckily you were there to stop my fall."

"Well, if I were you I'd hold on to the safety pole next to you." I point to the railing within his reach, "Because if you slip again you're going to end up with a broken hand. No me gusta."

When I finally get to the office I find Mercedes in the middle of a heated discussion. So I drop my briefcase off in my office, settle myself onto one of Mercedes' couches, and scroll through my pictures on my phone— stopping on a few of Brittany and me. I can't believe how far we've come. Quinn and Rachel's wedding, a little over a year ago, had completely changed my life and so many things have been falling into place since then. Well, until today. Today is hellish, on Halloween no less, and I would find that ironically funny if it didn't feel like everything was falling apart.

"Santana." I look up to see Mercedes staring at me expectantly. She rolls her eyes once she realizes I haven't heard a thing she's said. "As I was saying, David and Jeanette are coming in to the office. They'll be here in an hour so we need to get this fiasco organized so we can get them in and out of here quickly."

I look down at my watch and realize it's already 11am. If they're going to be here in an hour I won't have time to go back home to get my bag ready for tonight. Or stop by the dry cleaners to pick my costume up. I mutter a few curse words under my breath and quickly send a text to Kurt.

Kurtsie I need your help, pls. I got called in to work… – S

Mercedes and I start going over the problems with the two contracts. Actually, there aren't any problems per say, just a bunch of whiny new artists who think they deserve to get a paycheck like they're platinum selling artists already. If I hear one more newbie say "I'm gonna sell like Drake" or "I'm the next Adele" I'm going to cut someone. Literally.

My phone starts to vibrate and I look down to see Kurt calling me. I quickly excuse myself from Mercedes' office and answer the call on my way to my office.

"Kurt! Help!"

"Satan, stop being so dramatic."

"Me, dramatic? That's real cute coming from you, Lady."

"You know, for someone needing a favor you're sure making it easier for me to say no."

I bite my tongue, willing the snarky response to stay locked away in my mind. Be nice or Britt's gonna be mad. Even thinking about my beautiful girlfriend works wonders for my mood.

"Fine, fine. I had to come in to the office because the bigwigs are in town and want to talk about a bunch of shit that's currently the last thing on my mind. And I had to rush to get here, so I left everything for tonight at the apartment, but I don't think I'll be able to come home before I need to pick Britt up. So, ummm, Kurtsie willyoubringmystufftomeplease?" I quickly catch him up on the situation and rush through the last part breathlessly.

"What was that last part? I need you to say it slower and nicer." I can practically hear the smile through the telephone and I know he's pushing my buttons because he knows I need him. I grit my teeth, my irritation at the day's turn of events is making it hard to not take my frustrations out on him.

"Kurt, will you please bring me my costume and bag and drop your car off to me here? Pretty, pretty please with rainbow sprinkles on top?"

"Okay, Satan, I know that was probably really painful for you. Yes, I'll help you out. But only because you asked really nicely."

I breathe a sigh of relief. Feeling like a little bit of the day's pressure ease off my shoulders. "Ok, my bag is in my closet, my clothes are laying on my bed. I also need the little pink and brown polka dotted bag sitting on the top bathroom shelf and my flat iron." Damn rain screwing up my plans. "Oh, and I also need my dry cleaning. The ticket is sitting on my dresser. Thanksloveyoubye."

I hear what sounds eerily like the screech from a bird of prey before I quickly disconnect the line to prevent him from backing out.

Don't think I won't remember this Satan. –K

One thing off my list. 674 more to go. I sigh at the time 11:43. Three hours til I get to see my girl. I open my text messages to send her a text and notice I missed one she sent while I was on the phone with Kurt.

There's a picture of Britt standing in the school gymnasium holding a red foam hand and winking at the camera with the caption, "you may be my cheerleader, but I'm your #1 fan. And we're gonna pretend like we just won the championship."

I re-read the text. Twice. Before squinting my eyes to focus on every detail of the picture. She's done this before, sent me a picture that had clues in it. Clues for what? Depends of the secret. One time she sent me a picture of her at the store, Things have been pretty dirty so I'm going to clean tonight. I didn't think anything of it. But, when I got to my apartment Kurt was gone and Brittany was standing in the middle of the living room dressed in a French Maid outfit. That night things definitely got dirtier before they got cleaner.

Another time she sent me a picture of a castle she built out of red solo cups. Yes, castle. She used tape and everything to hold the cups in place. I'm going to be the queen of your castle. Learning from the French Maid incident, I looked closely, but I had no idea what she meant. What could be remotely sexual about a castle made out of plastic cups? When we went to dinner that night it was normal: pizza and beer and lots of laughter. But when we got back to her apartment she proceeded to sing me a song about cups, one that sounded so lively, cheerful, and innocent until I listened closely. And if there was any doubt in my mind about the meaning of the picture and song, that night she made it very very clear what she meant. I haven't been able to look at plastic cups, red or any other color, without tingles taking over my body.

So, looking at this picture, I'm trying to process every single detail, but nothing stands out.

"Santana, they're here. I know you're frustrated about coming in and dealing with these ridiculous artists, but this is your time to shine. Show them why you're the best in the business."

I nod and smile at Mercedes. She's one of the best executive producers in the country. Pairing us together was one of the best decisions Sony ever made. Plus, we're like the most 'no-nonsense' deal makers (ball-breakers according to some) and can either propel a newbie into the mainstream or unintentionally blacklist them if they fail our criteria. Which is apparently why this meeting with Dick and Jane was happening. Yeah, that's not their actual names, but just like the books of similar name did little to help with children's phonics, these two imbeciles provide very little actual help with important issues. In fact, the probability of Dick or Jane helping to help finalize any contract is about as likely as Rachel staying quiet when she hears the opening chords to any musical number. I take a deep breath and plaster the nicest smile I can muster on my face before walking in to the conference room.

Exactly fours hours and 23 minutes later I'm fuming and threatening physical, emotional, and psychological harm to anyone who comes near me. I look at my phone and see the missed call and three texts from Brittany and two missed texts from Kurt.

Can't wait to see you babe – B

San, I haven't heard from you all afternoon and you're not answering your phone. Everything ok? – B

Satan, I parked in your spot and put your bags in the back. Your assistant said you've been in that meeting forever. – K

I'll call Britt and update her. Don't kill anyone. – K

I just talked to Kurt, let me know when you get out of work so I can be ready for you to pick me up. I love you. – B

I quickly type a thank you text to Kurt and say goodbye to Mercedes, before taking a few calming breathes and calling Britt to update her on my whereabouts.

"Hey babe, I'm so sorry I got caught up in stupid politics here at work."

I hear the most delightful chuckle come through the phone and my body releases a little bit of its tension. "Baby, you don't need to apologize. I know you would've been here if you could have left early. How long til you're on your way?"

"Well, I'm still in my work clothes, but on my way. I'm right around the corner, five minutes tops. I need to change into my costume and re-do my hair and makeup since I got caught in the rain this morning."

"How about you park near the gym entrance and we can use the locker room to get ready. I already ordered delivery, so we won't have to worry about going any where for dinner. But you need to get here now. I miss you and am dying to kiss your lips right now."

"Britt, you have no idea how much I've missed you today. I need lots of your sweet kisses. I'm pulling up now." I park and grab my bags out of the back and see Brittany leaning against the open door on the side of the small brick building.

I walk up to her, letting my eyes lazily take in her appearance. Looking at her is like taking a breath of fresh air after I've been surrounded by chain smokers. She makes me light headed. Like I'm floating on air. And there's nothing else that could make me feel better.

I drop my bags inside the door and pull her into a searing kiss. Finally tasting her lips and feeling her hands on my hips, I surrender as she takes control of the kiss. Her tongue swipes across my bottom lip asking for permission to enter, that I quickly grant her access to without question, relishing in the blissful feeling of her invading every one of my senses. I couldn't imagine not being able to experience the sensory overload I get whenever we're together.

The feel of her silky smooth skin rubbing against my skin. Her heady, sweet smell that invades my nose when I know she's craving me as much as I'm craving her. The absolutely intoxicating taste of her essence on my tongue. Hearing her breathlessly moan out my name. Seeing her beautiful blue eyes look at me like I hang the sun and moon as she comes undone.

My body involuntarily shudders as my arousal spikes and I grip on to Brittany's back, wanting to feel her even closer than what we already were. Her thumbs continue to rub small circles on my bare skin where my shirt has ridden up to reveal a sliver of my waist. She pulls back, momentarily breaking the kiss, only to push me back into the closed auditorium door that I just walked through. Her thigh parts mine and the accidental pressure makes a low, raspy moan tumble from my slightly parted lips.

I lick my lips, the raspberry flavor from her lip gloss still lingering there. One of her hands abandons its station on my hips and stealthily moves its way under my shirt. The featherlite touches causing my body to vibrate with pent up sexual tension in their wake. I can feel my arousal increasing with every touch, every kiss. Everything that she's doing is causing incoherent moans to roll off my tongue, effectively ushering me closer and closer to bliss. The tension that had been weighing so heavily on me all day, all but vanishing the moment I laid eyes on her.

My hands, acting on their own accord, palm her firm ass and push her forward as I rock my hips forward to meet her thrusts. Her forehead is resting against mine and she uses her hand that's not squeezing my breast to tilt my chin upwards. My eyes lock on to an intense sky blue and I have to do everything in my power to not give in to the overwhelming sensation to fall over the edge I'm teetering so precariously close to.

I'm so close. So damn close. And then someone knocks on the damn door. "Noooooooo."

My head drops to her shoulder, and I can see she's just as frustrated that we've been interrupted as I am. She fishes money out of her pocket and swings open the door to reveal a tall lanky boy standing on the other side of the door, shifting uncomfortably in his stance.

"I'm s-sorry for interrupting your, um, uh. Here's y-your order."

He hands the two bags to her and my eyes narrow in on the blush covering his cheeks as his eyes unabashedly stare at Brittany's chest. Wait, did he say… shit. I clear my throat, not appreciating his leering one bit, and briefly make eye contact before I see his eyes go wide and his hands fly to cover the front of his pants.

I look down and notice my pants are unbuttoned. When did Brittany do that? Damn, she's so sneaky… and so damn sexy. My eyes travel down her backside and land on her firm ass. I'm pulled out of my thoughts, my dirty thoughts, by the door closing and my eyes snap up in time to see Brittany shake her head at me and carry the food past me and towards the door on the other side of the gym.

"Where are we going?"

"To my classroom to eat. Then we can get ready, separately. Because it's already 6:30."

I can't help the grunt of disapproval and the scowl that spreads across my face at being cock-blocked by a stupid teenage boy and Quinn and Rachel all at once. Not a happy camper.

"Here, I got the usual." Brittany hands me a container piled high with the pasta sampler and a bag full of breadsticks from the little Italian restaurant we went to on our first date. We don't go there often, but when we do we order the pasta sampler and dessert and split them because they're such huge portions. She pushes me into her plush chair and leans back against the desk, and I notice my hair straightener in her hand. "I'm going to straighten your hair while we eat so we can get ready quicker, ok?"

I nod my head and twirl some spaghetti around the fork. I bring the fork to her mouth and give her the first bite of each of the four pastas. "Definitely the ziti." I can't contain the smile that erupts; she always tries to guess the pasta I'm going to like the most each time. And as I taste each portion of pasta she grins at my reactions knowing she's picked the right one again.

I'm standing in the bathroom, smoothing out the uniform that used to define my very existence. The red, black, and white colors are still vibrant and pristine and I know coach Sue would be proud that I've kept my cheerleading uniform in such great condition. I gather my hair into my hand and secure the black hair tie around the high ponytail.

The bathroom door opens and I see Brittany walk in and my mouth drops open, finally putting the clues together.

"What's my favorite cheerleader doing now?"

I still can't form a sentence, but I think my eyes are probably saying enough if the smirk on Brittany's lips is any indication. I'm soaking in every detail, trying to commit to memory the sight in front of me. From the high top Jordan's and baggy shorts to the Heat written across the mesh jersey hugging her body in all the right places.

"Where did you get that, Britt-Britt?" I don't remember her ever owning an NBA uniform. Hell, I just took her to her first women's game this past summer.

She shrugs her shoulders, grabbing the towel by the ends around her neck, and answers cryptically, "I have my ways… Now, you have to answer my question. What is my favorite cheerleader doing in here? This is the player's locker room."

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. This isn't the player's locker room. Why would I be… Ohhh. Brittany offers a small smile as recognition takes over, her eyes asking if it's okay, and I offer my own form of response. "I wanted to come congratulate you myself… You did really well tonight, scoring the winning basket and all."

I feel really silly, like I usually do when we start to play, and I want to bury my face in my hands, but the look of adoration and lust on Brittany's face stops me in my tracks as she struts over to where I'm glued to the floor. She backs me up until my ass is pressed against the cool tile of the countertop: the pleats on my short skirt barely long enough to leave much to the imagination. Brittany's eyes slowly outline my figure, making their way up from my legs and lingering on my chest, before she finally focuses on my face. And the look she gives me is enough to ramp my heartbeat back up to where it was before that delivery boy interrupted. She still hasn't touched me since she's walked in, but I can practically feel her eyes caressing my skin and it sends shivers up my spine and down to my center.

She rests her palms on the counter beside my hips, my skin buzzing with barely contained excitement at our close proximity, and leans forward until her lips are within an inch of my ear, "You know I love it when you cheer for us. I always seem to play better."

My eyes involuntarily flutter closed as she runs her finger up and down my arm, little bumps rising in the wake of her teasing. My brain is short-circuiting and the only thing that makes any sense is my insane need to feel her skin against mine. I reach out to touch her, but she backs away just out of my reach, "That skirt is sinfully short and if we weren't in such a public place there are so, so many things I would do to you."

A low growl escapes as I realize the full extent of her plan. The look, the one where she looks at me in her peripheral vision while smirking, drives me absolutely crazy. And she's giving it to me right now. But, if she wants to play, we certainly can play…

I slowly walk towards her, putting my hands on her chest and looking seductively into her darkened blue eyes before leaning up on my tiptoes and running my tongue over the ridge of her ear and nibbling on the lobe. I stay close enough for her to smell her favorite perfume that I sprayed just before she walked in, before lowering my voice in the sultry, sexy way she loves, "I want you soooo bad right now…" I start, "but I guess if you're suffering from stage fright there's nothing else to do but go home."

I look up and see Brittany staring at the wall with an unfocused foggy look, still standing rooted in her spot. Her calm façade barely betrayed by the white knuckles I see as her hands grip tightly onto her own hips. "But don't worry, someday soon," I press the front of my body into hers, instantly regretting it when I feel the hidden member press into my lower abdomen. My next words come out a whisper and, though unintentional, have the desired effect, "Vas a gritar mi nombre (you'll scream my name)."

A little squeal slips out as Brittany picks me up, my legs instinctively wrapping around her waist, and holds me against the cold concrete wall. I can feel my wetness soaking through my spanks, and I have no doubt she can feel it as she runs one finger over the red material.

"You're so wet for me already. I bet you've been imagining this all afternoon, looking at the picture I sent you imaging all the ways I could take you."

I take the snapback hat off of her head, leaving her tight bun in tact, while simultaneously releasing my high ponytail and placing the hat atop my head. "How about you just show me all the ways I know you've probably thought of me. I see you watching me do the splits and flips, so you know I'm more than flexible enough for whatever you have in mind."

She laughs, literally laughs out loud, and I think it's the first time she's ever broken character. Until she carries me over to the door and secures the lock, "I'm not worried about your flexibility. I'm more concerned with your ability to keep quiet."

I open my mouth to protest her accusation that I can't remain quiet, but I realize she has a point. She releases my legs and I quickly slide down her body, plunging my hand into her shorts and taking her by surprise. I grip the dildo and put pressure on the front as I use my other hand to lower the basketball shorts around her ankles. I grab the towel from around her neck and drape it across the ground at her feet before lowering myself to my knees.

"I doubt I'll be the only one unable to stay quiet." I look up at her through my thick eyelashes, maintaining eye contact, as I slide my hands up and down the blue extension. I stick the tip of my tongue out and use it to trace the tip of the dildo, barely parting my lips as I suck the head into my mouth. Something about seeing Brittany's reaction, even though she can't truly feel my mouth around her, makes me enjoy every second of this moment. I take my left hand and cup her center behind where the appendage rests and feel her wetness as it trickles onto my fingertips. "Fuck, you're so ready for me."

I rub the residual wetness onto the tip of the dildo and suck as much of it into my mouth as I can stand. Her hands quickly cup my head as she locks eyes with me and moves her hips backwards and forwards, watching my expressions, gauging my enjoyment, ever mindful of my desires as well.

She pulls out of my mouth and helps me lean against the side of the biggest stall, nearly ripping my spanks down my legs, and picking up my left leg with her right hand a wrapping it around her waist. She rubs the tip of the strap-on through my folds, my legs shaking when she hits against my sensitive bundle, and she lines herself up with my entrance. I bite my lower lip and nod my head giving her permission to take me however she wants. The only thing I want is to give myself to her— in any way she wants me.

My arms grip around her shoulders and I steady my breathing through the first few inches as they stretch me. When she's finally completely buried inside me I rest the back of my head against the stall wall and focus on the sparks of pleasure coursing through my body as she slowly rocks her hips. "Look at me."

I lift my head and lock gazes with the most amazing blue hue as she ruts forward, her pace quickening as we maintain eye contact. One of her hands drops to my skirt and she runs her hands under the pleats around to palm my ass, as the other hand grips the top of the stall, seemingly holding on to it to remain grounded. "Harder, make me yours."

Brittany's thrusts pick up pace and intensity, the stall walls shaking each time our hips connect. "Fuh… Yeah, like that." My adrenaline is pumping so fast that I feel myself craving more of her, my lower stomach coiling tighter and tighter with every thrust she makes. "I can't get… get enough.. of you. I need more.."

Her hand on the stall drops to grip my other leg and she momentarily slows her pace as she pulls my other leg up to wrap around her waist. I pull myself forward, putting my covered chest in her face, and I can hear her grunt of frustration that she can't see two of her favorite things about my body. I run my fingertips over the base of her neck and pull on the sensitive little wisps of hair.

I can feel her muscles tensing as she picks her pace back up. I pull her hair again, her head tilting back slightly to expose her neck, and I waste no time attaching my mouth to her pulse point. I bite down hard after a particularly rough thrust, "oh, fuck, like that!" I know my voice is louder than I intended it to be, but I can't help it as she thrusts her hips up hard again. My fingers release her hair and I snake one hand between our bodies and roughly grip her covered breasts. She stills her hips and shuffles over to the counter, still buried deep inside me, lowering me onto my discarded work clothes resting near the edge.

She readjusts her stance and pulls her jersey over her head and I only get a few seconds to enjoy the pebbled pink breasts that I love before my eyes roll back in my head and I see stars.

The angle that I'm in allows for perfect access to the spot that makes me feel like jell-o. Brittany smirks, and I know I'm—"Fuckin fuck, Britt!" I bite my lower lip and try to find anything on the counter top to grab on to as Brittany begins a relentless assault on my center.

She spreads my legs wider and I can practically see the wetness coating her stomach as she maintains her thrusting. "So, what were you saying about being loud earlier?"

"I was saying that –" I don't get the chance to finish my sentence because she thrusts herself in to the hilt and holds herself in, running her thumb once over my clit.

I open my eyes, that I hadn't realized were closed again, just in time to see her thrust back in as she bites so hard on her lower lip I'm afraid she might pierce the sensitive skin. I reach up and tug her down to crash our lips together as she starts rutting her hips again, never breaking our kiss, and I feel the warmth in my center spreading and intensifying and I know I'm once again close to my release. I can practically feel myself begging for it.

"I'm s-so…"

"I know, me too… come with me?" I nod my head, wanting nothing more than to look into her eyes as we share a connection I've never had with anyone else.

"I love you." She can barely get her sentence out before I'm surging forward and crashing our lips together, our hips still moving in sync to the rhythm of our synchronized rapid heartbeat.

She grips my hips, steadying me to meet her every thrust. I remove one of her hands and bring it my sex, using one of her fingers to rub circles over my hard bundle of nerves before bringing it to my lips, sucking her finger into my mouth, and using the other hand to rub myself. The taste of myself on her fingers, and electric sensations coming from her quickening thrusts and my own fingers rubbing on my clit, finally bring me to my breaking point. My thighs squeeze her waist and my back arches off the counter, intense shaking making me lose all control over my actions. "San, oh baby, you're so beautiful…" Britt's words barely register before I feel her grip tighten on my hips and back and she pounds into me relentlessly chasing her own release.

She collapses forward, resting her head on my still heaving chest, and entwines our fingers together. I can hear her orgasm labored breathing mixing with the sound of my rapidly beating heartbeat in my ears and I smile realizing she dressed up as a basketball player because of our conversation a few weeks back. I really am so lucky to have her.

I'm not sure how long we stay in that position, but when she stands up and slides out of me I groan at the loss.

"Oh shit, babe it's after 10." I pull my phone off the countertop and see the numerous missed calls and texts. "Quinn's probably so pissed we're late."

Brittany just shrugs her shoulders, "She'll get over it. I'd do it all over again given the chance."

I walk over to where Brittany is standing, helping her readjust her shorts, and notice the harness still strapped on her hips, "Why are you keeping that on?"

A look I've seen before flashes behind playful blue eyes and I know I'm in for more treats than tricks tonight.

"San, the night's still so young…"

A/N2: Part 2 should be up next week. If you want to check out some more Brittana awesomeness you should read: "Out of the Blue, Univited" by LeighKelly — hits the feels, nerd!Santana/ shy!Britt in "There's No One Else Like Me" by LoneGambit, and a collab I'm doing with LoneGambit called "The Way That I Love You" listed under LuckyGambit.