AN: this is my first Glee fanfiction so I hope you enjoy my story, feel free to drop me a message or something.
There was nothing Santana liked more than to watch Brittany sleep, of course that was not something that she would readily admit. She was only just accepting that fact herself.
There were many things that made watching her irresistible.
It was the soft purr of breath that escaped her slightly parted lips and the smell of summer fruits and honey that clung to her skin and hair. It was the way her eyelids fluttered slightly, the way her blonde hair fell into curls over her face, only to brushed away moments later by Santana. It was the way she murmured Santana's name in her sleep, along with silly lines that are just, well, Brittany.
Her skin was softer than anyone she had ever been with, certainly softer than any of the guys, but she was strong too, the way her hands gripped her own or in a night of passion her nails scratched against the skin on her back, clawing at her to get as close as she possibly could to the Hispanic girl.
Slowly Santana moved her hand toward the sleeping blondes face, moving a loose strand of hair from her eyes before leaning over and kissing her gently on the eyelids, first one then the other.
Why had Brittany lied to her?
That had been the question playing Santana's mind since her girlfriend had told her that she was not graduating. They had plans that they were going to graduate together, jump into a loaned van with all of their things and move into a small flat on the edge of New York.
From there her cousin Rodrigo was going to put them to work part time in the small café he owned, they both knew the pay wouldn't be good, but it was a start, and Santana hadn't told Brittany yet about the dance studio she had got in touch with.
Although it didn't matter now.
She wasn't graduating and they were stuck.
Another year stuck, another year a Lima loser with all these unanswered questions.
She could never leave Brittany alone here, come on, this place sucked and anyway, as much as she loved and trusted her girlfriend, she didn't trust Stubbles McCripple pants, the way he still looked at Brittany like he was undressing her with his eyes.
Deep down she knew it was her own insecurities holding her back.
She just couldn't bear a new place, with strangers.
She couldn't bear explaining herself again, hiding who and what she was to those around her in fear of them not accepting her.
Brittany was safe.
Brittany was home.
She understood and accepted Santana and everything that she was.
She was continuous.
She was eternal.
She didn't question what Santana did or said. They could just lay there and the world would shine brighter.
As much as it hurt to admit, it wasn't all sex with Brittany, although the sex was good, no it was something different, Santana just felt incomplete without her, like she was missing a limb.
Brittany told her once when she admitted this fact to her that sometimes people could go days without noticing that they had lost an arm or something. Well Santana had no idea whether this was true or not but the smile Brittany had on as she told her this made it unimportant.
Brittany was smart.
Not conventionally smart, like, with maths or science, but a smart that wasn't taught, she just knew what to do.
Brittany was Brittany and Brittany was hers.
Whatever happened it would be ok.
she was her soul mate.
With that thought Santana closed her eyes and drifted into a peaceful slumber filled with dreams of happy memories with the blonde.
If Santana were awake at that moment she would have seen the Blonde girl smiling adoringly at the smaller girl, a slightly cheeky grin spreading across her features as she thought about the day ahead of them.
AN: in case you are interested.
I am planning a chaptered brittana fic sometime in the near future, until then, happy reading.