Title: Dream

Fandom: Glee

Pairings: Brittany/Santana

Rating: T-M

Summary: Lima 12 years after graduation

Author's note 1: We are two Italian girls, English is not our first language but we'll do our best, so just be kind ok? Thank you! The story's not mine, I'm just the translator. The wonderful mind behind these words is Elettra28: thank you my friend, you gave me this chance, I really hope to do your work justice!

Author's note 2: This is the second edition of the first chapter. Thank you my dear Vixien00 for being my beta reader! Thank you for your patience!

Disclaimer: Sadly but no I don't own anything or anybody.

"What are you doing, San? Are you thinking of taking off my clothes?" the dancer told her while she was lying on the bed in her bedroom.

"mmmmm what do you think Britt?" the brunette replied with a lustful gaze.

"I'm glad because I'm feeling really hot" the blonde burst into laughter while she tried to cool off fanning herself with her hand.

Santana accepted those words like an invitation to keep going so she literally threw herself in Brittany's arms. She then ravished her neck, taking off her remaining clothes. She stopped staring at Brittany's amazing body with lust.

"God Britt... you are so perfect!" she whispered in the blonde's ear biting her bottom lip.

Laughing loudly Brittany bolted like a cat and rolled over settling on top of Santana.

"Hey" said the shocked brunette.

"Today I'm going first" she brushed against her lips.

In few seconds, Santana's clothes flew across the room with Brittany twirling them around in the air, swaying her hips like she was dancing.

Santana adored the way Brittany moved her body, so sensual, and at that moment she was doing it on top of her... her Brittany was so wonderful! She put her hands on her hips looking at her longingly.

Brittany slowly leaned down without ever breaking eye contact with her and crushed her lips on Santana's eagerly. Their tongues danced hungryly with each other. No one knew how to kiss like her Britt, no one knew how to make her feel like her Britt did. The blonde slid down her neck planting hot and wet kisses making Santana moan deeply. After a quick look and a flirty smile, she went down on Santana's breasts, by then hard and swollen. She fondled them gently and then she enveloped one nipple between her lips. Santana arched her back into the warm touch, holding tightly on the bed sheets. Brittany kissed her way up to Santana's mouth claiming her in a burning kiss, it was like her lips couldn't help themselves, like she needed to get the oxygen from them to breathe again and survive. While she kissed her, Brittany began to grind her body on the girl beneath her, and Santana put her leg around her waist joining their body more tightly.

They were one, their body fit perfectly together, they were so used to the warm of the other that every single path of skin matched perfectly with the other's.

The dancer freed herself from that embrace and went down on Santana showering her belly with kisses. Santana trembled with the tenderness of Brittany's touch and grasped the blonde head to guide it where she needed her the most. Brittany smiled to her girlfriend's eagerness and, admiring the paradise that was waiting for her, she plunged her lips into Santana's warmth.

"Yes!"she sighed.

"Oh God Britt... you drive me crazy!" Santana's breath became shallower as the blonde quickly went in and out of her...

"OH SHIT YES!"

Santana woke up with a start, she was panting aroused. She found herself sitting on her bed in the dark of her bedroom. She turned on her left and switched on the light.

"What's happening?" There was a voice coming from her right.

"Eh?" She looked over to the man lying next to her who still had his eyes closed and was fighting sleep.

"You yelled something and you woke me up" he muttered.

She took a breath and said "Yeah... A nightmare... Sorry if I woke you up" she was trying to calm down, breathing slowly in and out.

"Don't worry... You ok?"

"Y-Yes... I'll just go and drink some water" she answered.

"mmmm... it's the chili... I told you not to eat that much!" He was already turning around giving her his back.

"True... I'll try to remember that!" She quickly got up from the bed not waiting for a reply, she knew he was already asleep.

"So... What is it?"

"What are you talking about?" the brunette asked her friend.

"Swollen face, bags under your eyes... do I really need to go on?"

"No Quinn, you are thorough" she immediately stopped her making her laugh.

They were doing stretching after their daily one hour morning run in the park just outside the city.

"I had a nightmare and I couldn't go back to sleep" she was really glad for the run and the morning hot temperature so that Quinn couldn't notice the flush on her cheeks.

"Like what? What kind of nightmare?" The blonde asked without looking at her focused on leaning down to touch her ankles.

"Don't worry, it was nothing" She quickly replied hoping Quinn wouldn't pry anymore.

"Please tell me you haven't dreamed again of your Chief of Surgery tying you to a chair and torturing you... because, really, I'm calling my secretary to make an appointment... it's becoming disturbing"

"No no it wasn't like that" Santana couldn't help but smiling a little.

After some sit-ups she got up and went for the bottle of water: she really needed something icy to cool off.

Obviously Quinn caught that slip. Suspicious her blonde friend came closer with her hands on her hips staring at her grinning face. Santana took a really long drink and nearly choked on it after noticing Quinn's weird expression.

"I know that smirk!" Quinn said challenging.

After a few seconds Santana cave in.

"Ok ok I'll tell you... even if it's a bit awkward" this time Quinn caught the flush on her face and certainly it couldn't be mistaken for the heat of the run.

"Come on, spill it! What are you waiting for?" she pressed her eagerly.

Santana kept staring at her friend with an uncomfortable and at the same time naughty look.

"Oh my God you had an erotic dream!" Quinn opened her mouth wide in surprise making Santana laugh loudly.

"You are a naughty girl you know? Tell me, it was about your intern right? the one with the body of a God? Come on Lopez he is your student, you can't go on daydreaming about him!" she scolded amused. Santana smiled even harder.

"Oh give it girl, come on... come on... you can't leave it there!" Quinn quickly began to tickle her.

"Ok ok ok... wait... stop it... I'll tell you... just stop it" Quinn stopped, hanging on her every word.

The brunette took a deep breath gaining some courage.

"I dreamed of Brittany"

And the smile on Quinn's face disappeared right away.

"WHAT?" with eyes open wide "Brittany Pierce?" She asked for confirmation and Santana nodded.

"Oh shit Santana, it was 12 years ago!"

"I know it and I also know, and correct me if I'm wrong, this should be your area of expertise Mrs. Quinn Fabray graduated on top of her class in psychology! You can't control your dreams!" She dared her blonde friend to deny it.

"Now and then dreams are the result of the recurring thoughts of someone or something that our brain process when we sleep"

Santana opened her arms defensive "I swear I haven't thought about her in ages"

"I knew it, you are already at the stage of teen age regression!" Quinn shook her head disappointed

"Oh come on Quinn, it was just a dream, stop psychoanalyze me, I'm not one of your depressed patients!"

"From the look on your face, it wasn't like you dreamed of taking a walk in the park with Brittany or picking up flowers with her" Santana's face gave her away and Quinn saw it.

"Oh you are so paranoid!" Santana sat down on a bench giving the blonde her back. Quinn slowly moved closer and took a seat next to her.

"It was just a dream Quinn... really! The only problem was that I woke Adam up with my scream!"

"You told him?"

"Of course not, I couldn't tell I had an incredible dream in which I had the best sex of my life, with my ex GIRLFRIEND!" Santana was shocked Quinn would have thought of that.

Quinn was dazed " So you liked it!"

"If I have to be honest... yes I liked it. A lot... it was so real..." She said with a dreamy gaze.

"And you're still thinking about it" It wasn't a question and the two of them knew it, still Santana nodded with a smile on her face thinking about all the feelings the dream brought back.

"And you want to dream about it again" not a question once again.

"Yes" Santana admitted it.

"See!" Quinn was angry at her.

"Oh calm down Quinn, what's the problem? From what I know she's living on the other side of the world!"

"Santana, do I have to remind you that you are a married woman, I was right there with you when you pledge your undying love to Adam before God... I was your maid of honor for goodness sake!"

"I know... but I'm married to a man who doesn't love me anymore" she smiled bitterly.

"That's not true! Adam loves you... you are just going through a little crisis that's all" She tried to calm down because she remembered that recently this topic got Santana upset.

"Hey, you were MY maid of honor, you should be on MY side!" Santana was annoyed.

"But I am on your side, always and whatever you decide to do" Quinn took hold of Santana's hand trying to soothe her " We have known each other since forever San, we shared so much together, even all the stupid things we did in college" A smile broke out on her face.

"Yeah" Santana was smiling too thinking back on their college days and how lost she would have been without Quinn's help and friendship.

"I just don't understand, really. You and Adam were the perfect couple. You were so in love!" the blonde said wistfully.

"Exactly, past tense! Now he doesn't even look at me! I just don't recognize him anymore: he is not the Adam I married back then!" she dropped her eyes sadly freeing her hand from Quinn's grip.

"It will all come back you know, maybe he is just having a hard time at work, both of you are, you just need to slow down a little bit and reconnect"

"Easy for you to say, you've got the perfect husband who only has eyes for you and only you!"

"We have been married for just 6 month, give us some time and we are going to fight like every other normal married couple!" they openly laughed together at the blonde's words.

But then Santana grew serious again.

"Dreaming about Brittany gave me a feeling of joy, freedom and happiness... I was so happy I could have cried... Everything was like when we were 18 and we loved each other so very much!" Only Santana knew how much she really longed for that feeling to come back again.

"Santana you were two young girls, now you are thirty years old. You made some incredible and brave choices back then, and I know you didn't regret that... you were amazing together... but leave it in the past ok? That's not you anymore. After Brittany had to go away, you tried to start a new life without her and you made it. Now you got a brilliant career ahead of you, you are a fantastic doctor, and you have a wonderful husband and good friends that love you!" Quinn looked at her motherly putting a wisp of hair behind her ear.

Santana nodded, Quinn was right, but deep down she knew she wasn't entirely happy. Dreaming of Brittany that night... it wasn't good for her, it brought back all these old feelings that her daily routine was able to suppress.

"You are right!" Santana sighed holding Quinn's hands.

"I'm so lucky you are still right here with me after all these years, I don't know what I would do without you" Santana was touched.

"I'm the lucky one!" Quinn pulled away a little just to be able to look into her eyes and brush her cheek.

"Are you ready for our weekly poker game tomorrow night? Our dear friends are so going down!"

"Like always!" she smiled wickedly.

"mmmmm what's the delicious smell?" Adam still had the briefcase in his hand.

"Vegetable stew with bacon" she answered him smiling. She then turned to him waiting for his hello kiss.

"You're home early, usually you don't have time to cook fine food" He said casually checking the mail on the table.

"Yes I've left some papers to my slaves, besides that's what first year residents are for, right?" She reply with an evil glance.

"Poor kids, you surely terrify them with your vicious vicious words!" He smiled sorting through letters.

"Not that much... Anyway aren't you happy I'm cooking for you?"

"Eh?... Yes... Oh God... Please tell me I didn't forgot some anniversary" said Adam after thinking a little and panicking on his possible omission.

"No, there's no anniversary. I just wanted to dedicate some time to my husband, don't you like it?" she was already getting annoyed.

"Of course I do. But hey I deserve it after a long day!" smiling proud.

"You are not the only one working long hours" She gave him an angry look.

"Yes I know... Everybody knows that Doctor Lopez spends her life saving lives!" He waved the journal in his hand heading for the bedroom.

"Fuck off Adam!" Santana muttered furious.

XXX

"I'm sorry for... I didn't want to belittle your work!" Adam was sitting on the bed surfing the internet on his laptop. Their dinner has been a silent one. He didn't realize he had once again hurt his wife's feelings with his words.

"Don't worry" She said carelessly but without looking at him.

The man turned over looking silently at her wife... He knew his apologies weren't enough. He closed his pc, putting it on the floor. He then proceed to hold Santana from behind.

"I'm really sorry love... it's just... all these things... I have to stay away in New York for 3 days a week and it's exhausting. You know how I hate to travel!" He whispered to her ear kissing her collarbone.

"I know... but every time it feels like you are the only one who's doing a hard job in this family... I have a demanding job too, you know?" She answered.

"I know... but you are stronger than me!" He replied with a gentle smile, knowing that with these words he surely had her forgiveness.

Santana turned to him and said "You are a bastard, because you don't think that, even if it's the truth!" She took his face in her hands laughing.

"No really, Santana Lopez is the strongest woman ever and she keeps her super perfect husband in line!"

"You are right except for the super perfect husband... we still need to work on that!" she smiled at him before kissing his lips tenderly.

The kiss quickly grew deeper and more passionate... and then suddenly Adam's phone rang. He instantly recognize the ringtone and he immediately broke the kiss to answer the phone.

"Hi James... No, don't worry you don't bother me, what's up?"

Santana rolled her eyes annoyed.

Adam came back into the room and Santana saw him picking up some clothes packing a suitcase.

"What's happening?"

"They moved up to the morning the meeting scheduled for tomorrow afternoon so we have to take tonight last plane for New York to be on time" He grumbled focused on packing.

"Oh perfect!" Santana spoke up.

"Hey it's my job, what do you think uh? How can you afford a 600 $ bag like the one you bought yesterday? If we lived in NY and not in this forgotten city in the middle of nowhere we wouldn't have all these problems!"

Santana hated that Adam put their jobs and money between them all the time. He was always talking about his job like it was the most important thing in the world, like he was the only one providing for their family even if Santana's salary was as good as his. He never missed a chance to remind her of having given up the possibility to live in New York to stay in Lima where there were Santana's friends and work.

"Yeah right! Sure! Have a safe journey perfect husband of mine!" She gave him his back deciding to ignore him.

"Thank you my lovely wife... you can console yourself with my credit card while I'm away!" then Adam took his suitcase knowing he had surely hurt her wife with his last words.

Santana didn't rise to the bait, she just hugged her pillow tightly to her chest crying silently.

"Doctor Lopez, there's a problem" a young resident briskly approached Santana, trying to match her rhythm walking beside her along the corridor.

"Spark, it's 2 am and I still have 6 hours to go, if it's not a matter of life and death I don't wanna hear it, work it out yourself" The brunette said still walking quickly without even giving her a second look.

The young girl stopped drained and demoralized. Santana hesitated a little and then turn around looking at her resident.

"So? Come on ginger where's the fire?" she asked with a hint of a smile while her red headed student opened her eyes wide thrilled.

"There's no bed in cardiology for Mrs. Fey, they said she had to wait here" the young doctor replied quietly afraid of her boss' reaction.

"Impossible, our beds need to be available for emergency!"

"That's what I tried to tell them, apparently they don't care!" Spark whispered terrified.

"Ok, so tell that white coat walrus who goes under the ordinary name of Smith that if he doesn't find me a bed in his ward asap, he could easily put himself on the waiting list with his patients because I would rip off his heart with my bare hands!" Santana moved her arms as if, totally scaring her student.

"the ER is not the hospital parking lot do you hear me Spark? Command respect otherwise I'm gonna use your redhead for the candles on Halloween!" then she turned around and went back to the OR ward while her resident stuttered "O-k o-k" as a reply.

XXX

Santana went back to her office sighing.

"I have to do everything alone, incompetents!" she lay down on the bed in the attending physician room.

Ten days went by after she dreamed of Brittany and still she couldn't stop thinking about it, Brittany's face became an obsession, all she had to do was close her eyes to see her wonderful smile. She groaned out loud.

"Santana you are thinking about a teen crush! Damn it, you are 30 years old! You can't live in the past!" she rubbed her face trying to wake up from her daydream.

For a moment she even thought she could write Brittany a letter again, she still had her address in Paris somewhere and she still had all the letters they exchanged after Brittany's sudden departure... and what if going through that letters would made her think about Brittany even more? She hadn't opened that memory box since forever. No, no she couldn't do it. Now she had a new life and Brittany wasn't in it, she was only a beautiful memory from her younger days, becoming more and more a burden as the years went by.

She was still lost in her thoughts when her phoned beeped with a new text:

We are invited to the Holiday's opening... you heard about that? Are we going?

She was puzzled: it was 3 am, why wasn't Quinn sleeping?

Fabray, sugar, we are in the middle of the night and you should be asleep or at least having sex with your incredible husband rather than texting me! Anyway, I don't know, I think Adam wouldn't want to go. I'll try to avoid my colleague, I could say I didn't heard of it.

Happy with her message, she thought about Blaine: it was really important for him that Quinn and her went to the opening of his club. They remained friends after high school and they went to the same university. But his club was a gay club and surely Adam wouldn't want to go and she didn't want to have another fight about her husband prejudice against homosexuals.

Another beep:

As a matter of fact I just finished having sex with my husband and it was very satisfying :) I just remembered the invitation and I didn't want to forget to tell you. We'll talk about it another time but remember how important it is for Blaine...Night Lopez, don't torture your students too much!

She was disgusted at the message.

Ok night... p.s.: I really hope you washed your hands before typing on your phone... bleah :D

She smiled widely thinking about Quinn's reaction... sometimes she was a complete idiot.

Suddenly her pager went off, there was an emergency. She quickly got up from the bed, she fixed up a ponytail and ran out of the door.

XXX

"What do we got?" she asked the paramedic that burst in the E.R. pushing a stretcher.

"Woman, 20 years old, drugs overdose, anxiolitycs, serious wounds on both her wrists and abdomen, severe blood loss, pressure 60/30, pulse weak"

"Perfect, another girl with no love for life! Okay room 3, Spark, Miller, Martin with me! Lewis call surgery tell them to get an OR ready we are coming in 30 minutes!" she spoke in a commanding voice. All the residents carried out her orders instantly.

"Martin get ready for a gastric lavage! Miller find out her blood group then call for some units! Spark come here, the abdomen wound it's the deepest, dab it! Come on ginger, now's your chance, let's see what you're made of!" Santana said encouraging her.

She then gave a quick look at the young blonde on the stretcher. She was struck by her eyes: she knew that odd shape, in that moment she couldn't remember when but she had already seen those eyes. She woke up from her thoughts when she heard the beep of the girl's heart resonating in the room.

"Doctor, she's going into fibrillation!" a nurse yelled next to her.

"Ok charge 100!" She picked up the plates of the defibrillator putting them on the girl's chest "Shock!" Silence. Nothing.

"I'm not gonna let you die! You're not going to die on my shift!" She stared at the young patient.

Then she shouted again "Charge 150... Shock!" The girl's chest came off the stretcher under the powerful shock. They waited in silence for the heart reaction and then after some endless seconds they heard the regular beep of the device. They all sighed in relief.

"See ginger! That's how you do it!" she turned proud to her student.

"Ok she got a spleen laceration, she needs surgery, we need that OR! Lewis, who's on duty?"

"Dr. Anderson" the resident replied immediately.

"Oh damn it, apparently I have to see him!" she though back to Quinn text.

"Come on guys, we need to find our 3rd floor favorite's sissy!" She said pushing the stretcher towards the elevator.

XXX

"Dr. Lopez... It's always a pleasure working with you!" Blaine smiled bowing to Santana.

"Dr. Anderson... the pleasure's all mine!" she returned his smile.

"Ok tell me about your patient" He was already putting on the gloves.

"We don't know much. Just that she was desperate. She cut herself more than once and swallowed a large amount of psycho drugs... she wanted to kill herself"

"Oh wonderful, Viva la vida eh? Just like Coldplay's song.." He then put the surgical mask on.

"Yeah... she's got spleen laceration, I think we need to remove it and we have to find out if she did some other internal damage down there. But I'm sure of one thing: I'm not going to let her die, not in my hospital!" the doctor said it tying her mask behind her head.

"Santana Lopez the most strong-headed woman of the world!" Blaine laughed at her friend.

"You should have known it by now, we know each other since high school, oh little warbler of mine!" She smiled widely before going into the OR.

XXX

"Successful surgery, thank you all! And you Dr. Anderson were, I would dare to say, perfect!" She was so proud of her friend, Blaine really had become an incredible surgeon.

"I had a good second! It was just like when we were in Glee club right?"

"And you always want to be the diva like then!" She pushed him with the shoulder.

"Yeah..." then his voice wavered uncertainly "Are you coming to the opening?" he asked after a little hesitation.

"Oh Blaine I don't know if I can make it... Adam's being working so hard and we are so tired these days" She was just making excuses and she knew it.

"Don't worry, it's not a problem... just remember I would love if you could come" he replied gently.

"Ok I'll do my best... I promise you!" she gave him a peck on the cheek before letting him go back to his ward.

XXX

"Come on Lopez, just another hour and this endless night is over!" she thought walking towards the coffee maker for the umpteenth cup of the day.

"Doctor Lopez!" a voice called from behind. Lifting her eyes Santana turned around looking daggers at the person who anxiously asked for her.

"We've got a problem!" Ashley Spark continued to be terrified by her boss, but inevitably it was always up to her giving bad news, destiny really was mad at her!

"Ok ginger, you have to broaden your vocabulary, I'll buy you a dictionary to help you in this hard task!" she burst out tired.

"It's about the girl we just operate... the girl who tried to kill herself" the resident said shyly.

"Yes I know who she is... I just got out from that damned OR where I saved her life!"

"Right... well... her sister is in the waiting room... there are some problems with the insurance... well... they don't have one" she spluttered out knowing this was the topic that annoyed her boss the most.

"What? No no no... Spark you know exactly how much I hate taking care of these things... you already heard it all before, you know what to do... you don't need me for this!"

She really hated dealing with bureaucracy, she loathed that in America, well-recognized as a free country, there was so many health care restrictions with two different social classes with different health care: the wealthy and the poor!

"But... this is a difficult case... it's a special situation... I never had to deal with a suicide... Besides her sister is devastated, she didn't do anything but crying since she came in" Spark nearly had tears in her eyes.

Santana was moved to pity, that day she was particularly sensitive to Spark's whining.

"Stop it... just this once, ok? But take notes ginger, because there won't be another time, I'm not going to come to your rescue again, understood?" she said to the student who was trying to catch up with her, fighting a smile of relief.

They stopped in front of the waiting room door, Santana spared her resident a last glance.

"Look and learn ok? You have to be hard and leave your feelings aside if you don't want to lose your paycheck cause you boss is gonna take money from you if the patient doesn't pay"

She spoke with confidence and then she opened the door.

She moved closer to a blonde skinny girl with a tousled ponytail who currently had her head in her hands and was sobbing her heart out.

"Ms. Pierce, this is Dr. Lopez, she is the one who took care of your sister" Spark pronounced clearly.

Santana opened her eyes wide while staring at Spark as soon as she heard that name. Slowly she turned her face towards the blonde who had already raised her tear-stained face after hearing the word 'Lopez'.

"Brittany?"

"Santana?"