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A little future fic fluffy vignette. Please R&R if you would. Comments and critiques are all very nice.
When push comes to shove, there is very little that Santana wouldn't do for Brittany.
Now they're 18, standing on the precipice of graduation and the bigger world, and Santana is holding her breath, not quite ready to take the plunge.
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Late at night, with smooth legs tangled between sheets, they would lay awake, naked and sweaty because Santana's parents didn't believe in air conditioning in April; Brittany stroking Santana's hair. Brittany would tell stories, stories about princesses and dragons and knights errant. Sometimes they were sad, but mostly they were happy stories with happy endings; but always at the end, she would end the same way.
"Let's get out of this town," she would say, "and find our own adventure."
And she would say it with such earnestness that in those quiet moments Santana truly believed that anything was possible.
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But everyone has their own dragons to face.
Brittany's hand is warm in hers, and it's much too hot in Lima and in this small stuffy room and it's only May.
"Everything is going to change now, isn't it?" There is trepidation in her voice, and she prays that Brittany doesn't hear it.
A pause: and then, "Yes, I suppose it is. Are you ready?"
Brittany's smile is so radiant and her blue eyes shine with such love for the other girl, that Santana cannot help but feel her insecurities washed away, if only a little.
The world be damned, she thought.
"Yes." She kisses Brittany chastely, letting her anxiety ebb out.
If the path from here on out was going to be rocky, so be it.
For Brittany's sake, anything was possible.
Besides, she reasoned, we still have to find our own adventure