A/N; Santana loves Brittany, and Brittany loves Santana.

She promised you until infinity

and you will give her nothing less.

You're 15, and you're kissing. Mouths meld together; her lips a perfect fit for yours as you battle for air, your hand tangled in golden tresses.

You're 16, and you're making love. Her hands in places no boys have never been before; her mouth hot like fire and soothing like ice, your eyes squeezed shut as she murmurs declarations of love against your sweaty skin.

You're 17, and you're counting smiles. The way her lips curve just enough for you to see when you defend her in an argument, the way the sun shines in her eyes when you tell her she's beautiful. You're counting smiles and freckles and kisses and the different colours that make up the sapphires you can't sleep without.

You're 18, and she's yours.

She's never looked more beautiful in the morning.

You're 19, and sleeping alone. She's traded soft, slender fingers for rough, fumbling hands. You've traded hope for a cold, empty bed.

You're 21, and she's back in your arms. You trace each freckle, each blemish, kissing away the pain and months of being apart. Relearning each area of her skin, each breath, each heartbeat. She shudders in your embrace, melting. She's yours.

You're 25, and down on one knee. Tears blur your eyes as you look up at her, the thudding in your chest matching her heartbeat. It was always meant to be this way.

You're 26, and you're married. Her breath hitches as your father walks you down the aisle, her eyes soft and adoring. She reaches for your hand, brushing her knuckles against the swell of your cheeks. Your knees buckle, and she catches you, a soft smile on her face.

You're 85, and she's gone. Weathered fingers trace the glass of a dusty photo frame, her smile etched permanently in crumpled paper. You look so young, so content. Promises of forever and whispered 'I love yous' echoing in your head. The bed feels too big, too different, the house too quiet. Too empty. She's gone, but she never left you. You close your eyes. She's there.

And you're 15 again.

You promised her until infinity

and she will give you nothing less.