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Brittany walks around to the passenger side of her truck to open the door and grab hold of Scooby’s leash. To say she was excited was a complete understatement, but even that feeling was being tainted with the nervousness of finally meeting Santana’s parents. Not only had she never been in a relationship and had to do it before, Brittany knew that parents hated her. It was just a fact. Even Puck’s mom hated her and they had been best friends for literally years. In a lot of ways, Santana’s parents instantly disliking her would be even worse, because she did want to impress them and prove she deserves to be in Santana’s life instead of just a Lima Loser. As she walks Scooby towards the front door, he was already excitedly pulling at the leash, recognising where he was. “Calm down, Speedy.” Brittany chuckles, knowing that she would probably be displaying the same reaction over seeing Santana again if it wouldn’t be so weird. After straightening out her leather jacket, Brittany listed her fist to knock on the door, swallowing the lump in her throat and bouncing back on her heels. She just wanted to see her girl and hopefully everything else would be just fine.

Santana: Hurriedly, starts unpacking her suitcase as she waits for Brittany and Scooby to get there. She keeps glancing out her window every few seconds just to see if they had arrived yet. She'd missed both of them so much, and she can't wait to see them. She'd just gotten Brittany back, and she'd had to leave her. It was the worst feeling in the world. She'd told her parents that Brittany was bringing Scooby over and was going to hang out for a bit, and they hadn't seemed to mind. Her dad just nodded and continued unloading the luggage. However, her mother had gotten overly excited which made her a bit fearful of Brittany actually coming over. Her mom can be a bit much, and she's afraid she's going to embarrass her or scare Brittany off or something. She glances out the window once again and sees Brittany in the driveway, getting Scooby out of her truck. A wide smile appears on her face and she practically runs down the stairs to the front door, opening it only half a second after Brittany knocks. "Britt!" She greets cheerfully, jumping into Brittany's arms. "I m-missed you so much." She says, burying her face in the blonde's neck.

Brittany: lets out a noise of surprise when the door bursts open and Santana jumps into her arms. “Hey yourself, gorgeous.” Brittany greets, wrapping her arms around the smaller girl. It was as though all of the anger and sulking she had done in the previous week were completely erased now she had Santana back where she belongs. Feeling a slight tug on the leash around her wrist, Brittany couldn’t help but smirk at the fact Santana hugged her before the dog. She was totally Snatana’s favourite. Pulling away slightly from the embrace, Brittany’s eyes flicker between Santana’s as she studies her, as though making sure she hadn’t changed one bit since being away. Minus a slight slow on her skin, she was still undeniably Santana. Her Santana. “So fu-.. Damn glad you’re back, babe.” Brittany breaths, correcting herself on her cursing just incase Santana’s parents were in earshot. After taking the time to run her eyes appreciatively over Santana’s body, Brittany half-smirks before leaning in to capture Santana’s lips, not caring if anyone was out on the street, even though she knew there probably wasn’t at this time on a Sunday.

Santana: smiles widely at Brittany when she pulls away from the hug. She brings her hands up to cup the blonde's face before pulling away completely and directing her attention down to Scooby. "Hey baby b-boy." She greets, getting down on her knees and wrapping her arms around his neck. She giggles when he licks her cheek and she pulls back, scratching his neck with both hands. "I m-m-missed you too," she tells him with a smile and he once again leans forward and licks her cheek, making her grin. "I'm glad you're still alive." She says, glancing up and eyeing Brittany before standing back up in front of the girl. "I'm glad that I'm back t-t-too." She says in relief. She smiles into the kiss and wraps her arms back around Brittany's neck, pulling her closer. Kissing Brittany feels even better than she remembers. However, before she can get too caught up in it she hears someone clearing their throat, making her pull away quickly. She looks behind her and sees her father coming down the stairs, looking at both of them a bit awkwardly, and her mom right next to him, with a huge grin on her face. "Umm, Mami, P-P-Papi, this is B-Brittany." She introduces awkwardly, a deep blush creeping up on her cheeks as she pulls Brittany into the house and shuts the door behind them.

Brittany: inwardly curses herself when she hears someone clear their throat and looks up to see Santana’s parents. She wanted to actually make a good impression and have them think she was half-decent rather than someone wanting to fuck their daughter and now their first meeting was with her with her tongue down Santana’s throat. If anything, any cool that Santana had about this whole thing was totally gone. Unfortunately, Brittany makes her worst mistakes when she’s nervous. She lets Santana pull her into the house and wraps one arm lazily around Santana’s waist to feel less awkward as she introduces her. Tearing her eyes away from Santana’s adorable blush, Brittany looks towards the slightly uncomfortable looking man and a woman with a smile probably too large to be normal and could easily recognised they were Santana’s parents. The resemblance was uncanny. “What’s up, Mr and Mrs Lopez?” Brittany says confidently, a slight smirk on her lips as she goes back into her badass shell to stop herself from feeling uncomfortable, especially if she was to run into Manny again, as well.

Santana: bites down on her lip and glances up at Brittany giving her a small smile when she feels the blonde's arm around her waist. She puts her arm around Brittany as well and gives her a small squeeze, trying to reassure her. She then looks back over at her parents when Brittany greets them, and waits a bit nervously for their reactions to the girl. She's not too worried about them not liking her, because Brittany is amazing and she thinks that they will love her. Though, she's an anxious person and can't help but be a little nervous. Plus, she loves Brittany and it would kill her if for some reason they didn't. She just hopes that Brittany can control some of the things she says. "Call me Gloria, and this is Anthony." Santana's mother says cheerfully, pointing to herself and her husband before making her way over to the blonde. She pulls her into a tight hug, "Ella es tan bonita mija!" She exclaims, looking over at Santana, who's cheeks turn bright red. "She's just as pretty as you said she was, mija" She grins, pulling back just enough to look at the blonde "It's so nice to meet you!" She says, finally completely pulling away from the girl, and taking a few steps back. Anthony just gives her a nod and a smile, "It's nice to finally meet you Brittany." He agrees, moving next to his wife. "Santana has said a lot about you."

Brittany: watches Santana’s mom approach her and couldn’t help but scan her eyes down her body. She had definitely come a long way from denying her attraction to women and it wasn’t her fault she was kinda hot for a mom, though it was probably because she was Santana’s mother and they looked alike. No one could knock her girl off the top spot. Getting over her leering, Brittany was surprised to feel herself pulled into a hug and it took a moment for her to return it. To make everything even worse, Gloria started to speak in Spanish and all Brittany could do was bite down on her lip and try to ignore how it affected her with no luck. “You too.. I see where Santana gets her smokin’ looks from.” Brittany smirks, before finally getting her personal space back and moving back to hold a now blushing Santana. “She has, has she?” Brittany questions, her eyebrows jutting upwards and smirking down at the girl. “All good sh-.. Stuff I hope?” She asks, her mind instantly wondering to all the things Santana wouldn't have shed light on about their relationship and moves her hand under the hem of Santana’s top, tracing the soft skin of her back and wetting her drying lips as she looks down at her.

Santana: frowns as she catches Brittany's eyes looking her mother up and down. She knows her mom is hot so it's not exactly surprising. Her mom gets checked out everywhere they go. Though, she wasn't expecting Brittany to have checked her out. She's never thought about Brittany being attracted to other women before. In fact, she has no idea what Brittany's sexual orientation is because before her, she was never attracted to girls. Her frown grows even deeper when she notices the blonde's face after her mom speaks spanish, knowing it's a turn on for Brittany. Rolling her eyes, she looks back over at her parents as her mother pulls away from Brittany, her annoyance only growing when she sees the smile appear on her mother's face after Brittany's compliment. "Oh, such a charmer, I see." Gloria says, waving her hand at the blonde to brush it off, though it's obvious she's milking up the attention. "Mami, ya b-b-basta. Me estás avergonzando." Santana says, giving her mother a stern look. But Gloria just waves her off, "Yo no estoy haciendo nada!" She responds and smiles, looking back over at Brittany. "You're staying for dinner, yes?" Gloria asks, and Santana looks up at the blonde, feeling her fingers on her skin. She notices Brittany licking her lips, and her eyes move down to them, but she quickly looks away and to her parents, before it can get too awkward.

Brittany: honestly has no idea what Santana says in Spanish but has to stop a groan escaping, especially when Santana moves to stare at her lips. Using her nails, Brittany lightly scratches Santana’s back to distract herself and stop her from jumping her until she gets the feeling that someone was talking to her. “Huh, what?” Brittany asks, tearing her eyes away from where they had fallen to Santana’s chest and looks awkwardly at her parents. “Uh, yeah sure, if that’s cool with you guys.” Brittany shrugs, “I love my food but I cant cook to save my life and gotten too used to my girl here feeding me when she visits.” Brittany says, before turning back to Santana and remembering the last time she came to see her and her eyes darkened in memory. “Yeah, it’s been way too long.” Brittany mumbles, knowing full well Santana knew she wasn’t talking about food and smirks.

Santana: shivers when she feels Brittany's nails lightly scratching her back, and subconsciously licks her own lips. Her eyes move over to her parents and she shits awkwardly from one foot to the other. She smiles when Brittany agrees to have dinner over there and then talks about her cooking for her. She looks up at her girlfriend, and knows exactly what Brittany is talking about, and it's definitely not food. "It has. I d-definitely owe you some d-d-dinner." She tells her, biting down on her lip, trying to hide the sly grin that's on her face. Her eyes once again move down to Brittany's lips and she swallows hard, before getting snapped out of her trance by her mother clapping her hands together. It startles her and she snaps her head over to her mother who is grinning at them. "You guys are just so precious." She squeals, bringing her clasped hands up under chin as she looks at them adoringly. "I've taught you well mija. I'm glad you're taking care of your girl." She comments with a smile and wraps her own arms around her husband, obviously not getting the double meaning. "Us Latina's are fantastic cooks." Gloria says with a nod. Santana ducks her head, her face burning, and she's pretty sure she looks like a tomato.

Brittany: feels her smirk grow when Santana plays along with her. “Any time, any place babe. You know I’m always hungry.” Brittany winks before directing her attention over to Santana’s mom who was blissfully unaware of their double meaning. “I don’t doubt it. Lil’ one here knows what she’s doing.” She replies to Gloria, trying not to smirk so obviously as she lowers her hand to rest on Santana’s ass, hidden from her parents’ eye line. Brittany was suddenly regretting her forward approaches because now all she wanted to do was get Santana alone to have her way with her and with her parents right here, it was a hopeless cause. She would have to sit with Santana and her irresistible adorable sexiness and her almost as hot mom while they spoke Spanish. She just wishes she never took Santana up on their little bet while she was away.

Santana: giggles a bit awkwardly and rests her fore head on Brittany's shoulder briefly before picking it back up and smiling at her girlfriend. "Yes, you are." She agrees with a grin, shaking her head slightly. She looks back over at her parents and starts to feel a bit awkward, having this conversation in front of them, even though they don't know what she is talking about. She's also really turned on, and just wants to take Brittany into her bedroom, which makes her even more awkward, because she's having those thoughts in front of her parents. And the fact that Brittany's hand slides down to her ass doesn't help at all. "We're going t-t-to go up t-to my room, if that's okay. Call us when dinner is ready?" She asks, grabbing Brittany's hand off of her ass, and lacing their fingers together. She starts tugging the blonde up the stairs when she hears her dad call out after her. "Keep the door open!" He says, making Santana's shoulders slump and she lets out an annoyed sigh. She waves her hand back at her parents, not looking back at them and continues dragging the blonde up to her room, glancing at Manny's room to find the door closed as she tugs Brittany along.

Brittany: cant hide her smirk when Santana starts to drag her upstairs, as though she must have read her mind. Hearing Santana’s dad shout up, Brittany lets out a chuckle as they make their way past other rooms on the second floor and drops Santana’s hand and embraces her from behind as they walk instead. “Well, you know having the door open isn’t going to stop me.” Brittany purrs into Santana’s ear as she opens the door to her room and snakes her hands down and over Santana’s hips. “Never go away and leave me again.” Brittany murmurs, nipping playfully at Santana’s ear before attaching herself to her neck. She knows it’s probably another bad idea but Brittany had been so long without Santana, she needed as much as she could get right then, even if it meant making her more frustrated. Prying her lips away, Brittany spins Santana around and grasps her hips, pulling them flush against her own.

Santana: groans when Brittany wraps her arms around her and speaks right against her ear. A jolt of arousal shoots through her body, and she doesn't even care that they're still in the hallway. "Never," she mumbles, tilting her head to the side to give Brittany better access to her neck. "You d-d-didn't touch yourself while I was away d-did you? I wouldn't want you to have lost the bet." Santana says with a sly grin, hoping for both of their sakes that Brittany hadn't. She doesn't know if she could manage not letting Brittany have any if she'd lost. She gasps and licks her lips when Brittany spins around to face her. Wasting no time, she wraps her arms around Brittany's neck and pulls her into her bedroom, having to resist the urge to close her door. She pulls Brittany into a deep kiss, moaning into her mouth. "I want you b-baby," Santana moans, not caring about the open door rule.

Brittany: shakes her head with a strangely proud expression flashing her features. “Nope. You asked me not to.” Pretty replies, before realizing how whipped that made her sound. “And I like prizes.” She adds, complete with a small smirk so save herself from looking so soft. Before she even had time to react to Santana’s gasp, Brittany finds herself being dragged into the bedroom and Santana’s lips on her own. Moaning loudly, Brittany responds by kissing her back just as passionately. Fluttering her eyes open when Santana pulls away slightly, her confused expression was instantly replaced with one of lust and Brittany tightens her grip on Santana’s hips as she pushes her over and down onto the bed. Not wanting to wait any longer until she could touch her girl again, Brittany quickly climbs ontop of Santana and unbuttons her pants, slipping her hand in to run her fingers over the already damp material covering Santana’s center. “Fuck, baby.. I missed you so much.” Brittany whines, before attacking Santana’s neck once again.

Santana: smiles, "You'll get your p-p-prize later." She promises her. She knows that right now they just have to be quick and she can't exactly hold up her end of the bargain. But she's definitely going to hold up her end later. She lets Brittany push her back towards the bed, and moans loudly when Brittany wastes no time in touching her. Her hips buck up into the blonde's hand, and she has to bite back another loud moan. Her parents and brother are home and also she has the door open. She really has to try and be quiet right now. "I m-m-missed you too." She responds quickly and honestly. She'd been close to going crazy in Puerto Rico and was sure she wouldn't have lasted another day away from Brittany. "Baby, p-please," she begs, her hand threading through blonde locks, as she attacks her neck. "We have t-t-to hurry." She pants out, her hips rocking repeatedly into Brittany's hand, searching for friction. She brings her other hand up to Brittany's chest and starts squeezing and massaging the flesh through her bra.

Brittany: moans against Santana’s neck as she feels her breasts being touched. “This is so fucking hot. Someone could just catch us, you know, babe?” Brittany husks as she leaves open mouthed kisses up Santana’s throat, nipping and sucking as she went. If they had time, Brittany could have taken to time to enjoy watching Santana grind against her but the last thing she wanted to do was not finishing what she started. With that in mind, Brittany whimpers appreciatively as she pulls her hand back before moving it inside Santana’s underwear and immediately burying two fingers inside of her. “Damn, babe.. You feel so good.” Brittany breaths as she starts thrusting into Santana, going as fast and hard as she could with the awkward clothing in the way to bring Santana to her edge as fast as she could.

Santana: can only nod, a moan slipping from her mouth when Brittany mentions that they could get caught. She knows they shouldn't be doing this but for some reason the thought of possibly getting caught turns her on even more. She knows it'd be awkward if it did happen and depending on who it was that caught them it wouldn't end well. But those thoughts don't seem to matter at the moment. All she knows is that she wants Brittany more than ever. Her back arches up off the bed when Brittany thrusts two fingers inside of her. She brings her hand up to her mouth and bites down on her fist, trying to stop herself from moaning so loudly. "Oh god, Brittany…" she groans, her hips meeting Brittany's thrusts as she gets closer and closer to her climax. She slides her hands around Brittany's back and under her T-shirt, wanting to feel her skin. Normally, she wouldn't want to come so soon, she'd want to drag it out. But they don't have time for that right now and plus, it's been too long. "Baby…" she whines, scratching her nails down Brittany's back.

Brittany: is fuelled on by the moans and whimpers leaving Santana’s lips, and to Brittany, they are the sexiest noises she’s ever heard. “So fucking sexy, baby.” Brittany whispers, detaching her mouth from Santana’s neck and moving up to crash their lips together, swallowing each moan that escapes Santana’s throat. As Santana scratches at her back, Brittany shivers as each pang of pleasurable pain swirled through her body to settle at the apex of her thighs, and she just wanted to thrust her spare hand into her pants to relieve some of the aching pressure but she promised she wouldn’t, no matter how much it hurt. Sensing Santana was close, Brittany moves her thumb to rub fast, rough circles onto Santana’s clit, and groaning at how she could feel the tight walls tremble around her. Kissing her way across Santana’s jaw line, Brittany took Santana’s lobe between her teeth before releasing it. “I love you baby.”

Santana: wraps her legs around Brittany's waist and pulls her down closer to her. It also makes Brittany's fingers go deeper inside of her, making her moan out in pleasure. As soon as Brittany tells her she loves her, she feels herself starting to come as white dots start filling her vision. "Kiss me," she says desperately, tugging on Brittany's hair and pulling her into a rough kiss. Moans, tumble out of her mouth, one after another and into Brittany's mouth as she comes around Brittany's fingers. Her legs tense and shake around the blonde, her toes curling into her feet. She pulls away from the kiss after a few seconds, and rolls her head to the side, her entire body relaxing and feeling like jello. "So g-g-good baby," she moans, still in an orgasmic daze. She pulls Brittany down for another quick kiss and then smiles up at her. "I love you too." She replies sweetly. Inhaling deeply, and gathering all the strength she has left, she flips Brittany over onto her back and straddles her, pinning her hands up above her head.

Brittany: swallows every one of Santana’s moans as she comes, trapping her fingers deep inside of her which only turns Brittany on all the more. When Santana finally settles from her thrashing, Brittany looks down at her with complete adoration, just so happy that she had the most perfect girl in her life. Smiling softly and about to open her mouth to compliment her girlfriend, Brittany find herself flipped onto her back and pinned in place. “Holy shit, babe.. I want you so bad.” Brittany whines, arching her back to grind herself against Santana as her eyes instantly darken with need again. She wasn’t originally expecting her payback yet, but they apparently had time and here they were. The whole week without being with Santana or even being able to relieve herself was just too much and Brittany began to helplessly strain against Santana’s hands on her wrists while thrusting herself up against Santana, searching for any kind of release.

Santana: grips tighter onto Brittany's wrist when she starts struggling, not wanting to let her loose. She wraps one hand around both of Brittany's wrists and leans forward, keeping the blonde's arms down as she uses her other hand to slide down Brittany's body. She traces her finger down the blonde's face, to her chest, massaging her breasts for a few seconds before continuing the trail down her stomach and then she cups Brittany's core over her jeans. "Do you want m-me?" Santana asks with a smirk, leaning down and tugging on Brittany's bottom lip with her teeth. She pulls back again and keeps her eyes locked with Brittany's as she unbuttons the blonde's jeans and slips her hand in her underwear, feeling her wetness. She moans at the feeling and slides her fingers down to thrust inside of the girl. "Santana! Brittany! Dinner is ready!" Gloria's voice shouts, making Santana's hand pause right before she can thrust in.

Brittany: pants as she stares up at Santana wide-eyed and needy as she puts her complete trust in the girl. Sure, she had been a bottom with other people but never like this. She’d never trusted anyone this much. Letting out a loud moan, not even attempting to suppress it and Santana cups her, Brittany nods her head and tried to grind herself on Santana’s hand. “Please, baby.. I want you more than anything.” She whines, before whimpering softly at Santana’s teeth around her lip, the action turning her on even more. She feels Santana’s hand unbutton her jeans and slide in against her, making Brittany let out another loud groan as she arches up in anticipation. Before Santana could finally get inside her, Gloria’s voice echoes around the house and Brittany opens her eyes and stares up at Santana in disbelief, her heart still hammering in her chest. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me…. Babe..” Brittany whimpers pathetically, trusting up against Santana’s hand and grunting in response.

Santana: opens her mouth to say something and then closes it again, not really sure what to say. Or what to do. Her eyes flicker towards the door and she bites down on her lip. "We'll b-b-be right there!" Santana shouts before looking back down at Brittany. She gives her an apologetic look and leans down placing a gentle kiss to her lips. "I'm so sorry baby," she apologizes, knowing how miserable Brittany probably is. But if they don't go down now then someone will come up there looking for them. "I p-p-promise, I'll make it up to you after d-d-dinner." She assures her, letting go of the blonde's hands. She slides her hands down the girls body and buttons her pants back up. She then cups Brittany's face in her hands and gives her another apologetic look and smile, before climbing off of her. She buttons her own pants up and checks her appearance in her mirror before turning and reaching her hand out for Brittany.

Brittany: pouts when Santana apologises to her, knowing that it wasn’t Santana’s fault. “It’s cool babe.. It’s whatever.” Brittany shrugs, her voice scratchy from her mouth being so dry because of her panting. “But you owe me big time, Pidge.” Brittany half-smirks, watching Santana button up her pants. Sitting up when Santana climbs off the bed, Brittany shifts uncomfortably at the feeling her underwear sticking to her and lets out a groan, covering her face with her hands. “I love you, but you’ve killed me.” Brittany whines pathetically, scratching her thigh to calm herself down and stop the urge of plunging into her own pants. Looking up at Santana, Brittany shakily stands, feeling even more uncomfortable as she did sitting and lets out a breath, taking Santana’s offered hand. “This food better be worth it, Pigeon.. I’m totally downgrading from you to food so your parents better fucking love me for this.” The blonde grumbles, lacing her fingers with Santana’s as they walk towards the door.

Santana: chuckles at Brittany, quietly. She feels bad for her, but she also can't help but think the situation is a bit funny. "It's called karma," she informs her, raising a brow at the girl. Brittany had been terrible all week to everyone, and even Scooby. She hadn't been terrible to her, but she had been whiney and extra pouty about everything. Maybe this is Brittany's payback. "My m-m-mom is an awesome cook." She informs her, watching the blonde stand on shaky legs. "Pretty sure you'll love her c-c-cooking so m-much you forget all about this." She says with a smirk. She knows how Brittany is over food, though she's not sure she actually loves food that much, even if Santana likes to tease her about her love for food. "Or you know, you c-can just enjoy staring at m-m-my mom." She says throwing the blonde an annoyed expression as they walk out, remembering how the girl had been checking her out.

Brittany: pouts and laces her fingers with Santana’s. “I don’t even know what that word means.” She grumbles to herself before smirking at the thought of staring at Santana’s mom. “Your mom is hot though, babe.” Brittany says boisterously before she shoots Santana a glance and see’s how annoyed she looks. Stopping them before they reach the stairs, Brittany pulls of Santana’s hand until the girl was in to arms and holds her close. “But there ain’t no other person for me. Just you.” Brittany reassures a little shyly before leaning in to brush their lips together. Yeah, she was absolutely sure there couldn’t be anyone else. Not now and not ever.