Santana slid her tongue into Brittany's mouth, tracing along the backs of her teeth, the inside of her cheeks. Yes, this was familiar territory and everything inside of her screamed, 'MINE!' Brittany was the first person she'd ever kissed, the first (and only) person to ever truly capture her heart. She'd never cared about a person as much as she did Brittany -- even her family knew that, when necessary, Brittany came before them. Santana had made it her job to watch out for Brittany, and even with her gay freak out and their subsequent fight, she'd still been trying to do just that.

Grabbing Brittany's ass, she pulled the blonde tight against her, pressing up in just the right spot. She wanted Brittany, so badly, and she knew by the end of the night, she'd have her and Wheels would be history. Or so she hoped.