Prompt Idea From: D LO Snix
This school year had been going by extremely fast, too fast if you ask one Santana Lopez. It was unbearable that it was over
Santana is a 16 year old sophomore, well, now junior, at William Mckinley High School. She's on the cheerios and has been since her freshman year. She participated in the cheerios for the vigorous exercise and the popularity that came along with it. Although, she hated almost everybody on the squad, she preferred them over the rest of the scum in this school. Everybody in this school seemed to have such low standards for themselves that it was absolutely repulsive to the young Latina. That emotion stemmed in the looks that she would give the students and even the faculty. She had a severely pointed glare that she used on just about everybody, everybody but Brittany Pierce.
Brittany Pierce was a 19 year old senior at William McKinley High School who had just graduated and was now on the verge of moving out of state for college. She was the head cheerleader, and the top of the pyramid. Brittany Pierce was one of the best things about WMHS...Well, according to Santana she was. The blonde was nice to everybody and nobody denied the bubbly blonde a smile when they'd lay their eyes on her. Brittany was friends with almost everybody in the school, hell, even some of the teachers loved running into her outside of the hallways. Brittany was just the person who lots of people wanted to know for one reason or another; while the blonde was definitely an open book, none of them had known her quite as well as Santana did.
Santana and Brittany's families have known each other since they were their childrens ages.
Susan Pierce and Anotonio Lopez have been friends since elementary school and the spouses got involved once they entered high school. Gloria Lopez and Antonio are high school sweethearts; because of that, Antonio had introduced Susan and Gloria in the high hopes of them becoming long term friends as well. In a ball of luck, it had managed to happen. After graduation, they had all stayed in touch with one another and about 4 years later, Adam Pierce had joined the picture. He and Antonio had gotten along immediately and everything was perfect.
The two couples ended up moving together to Lima Ohio and found two houses that were right next to each other. They believed that moving close would help secure their friendship so that it wouldn't drift away. They were right.
A few years after they moved into their homes, Susan had gotten pregnant with Brittany. When Brittany was three years old, almost four, Gloria and Antonio had Santana. And a few years after Santana was Brittany's younger brother William.
Their kids had the privilege to grow up with each other thanks to the weekly family dinners that the Pierce's and Lopez's insisted upon. It was how they stood close when they were younger and they thought that it would help make sure that their children had the same relationships as they did with each other.
It worked. More than they would have ever thought.
Santana and Brittany grew from the infants that they were together, to being seven and four and making mud pies together when it rained.
At ages seven and ten, they played barbies together; they even made their own clothing for said barbies out of paper towel and toilet paper, refusing to use the already pre-made clothing for the dolls.
At ages ten and thirteen, Brittany introduced Santana to make-up, which could possibly be the route of Santana's obsession with vanilla icing flavored lip gloss. It was the only flavor that Brittany allowed when she let Santana do her make-up.
Ages thirteen and sixteen got a little difficult considering Brittany was at the age where she didn't want to do all of the "stupid" things that her parents wanted, she loved them, but she wanted to hang-out with her friends. She was also involved with Sue Sylvesters intense Cheerio workouts that seemed to never end, ultimately leaving little time for Santana considering Brittany's friends didn't want a "dweeb pre-teen" hanging around them because it would mess with their "popularity". Considering Brittany's lack of time for Santana due to other obligations, Santana began talking with other people. In this spectrum of free time, Santana began to discover herself more. She began dating the boys at her school and even some of the younger boys at Brittany's school. She began to learn what she liked and what she didn't want to be around. Around this time is when Brittany began to use the family dinners to her advantage, starting with taking Santana up to her bedroom so that they could talk about all of the things going on in their worlds that they've been missing out on. It's when they really began to develop a friendship on a deeper level considering Santana's mind was developing to get ready for deeper conversations. Everything at their ages now stems back to these beginning stages of their more concrete friendship.
At ages sixteen and nineteen, things began getting more serious. The girls hung around more considering they were both on the Cheerios, so they had the hectic workouts and competitions and the bus rides together, but also, since Santana was older and she was an outstanding member of the cheerios, nobody frowned upon any person who was able to catch the Latina's attention and not get their head bitten off for it. Along with hanging out in school, during practice and outside of school 90% of the time, they also got to spend their family dinners together every sunday. They've continued the same tradition of spending the time before and after in Brittany's room, and sometimes Santana's depending on where the dinner was being held. Some of the nights ended up leading to impromptu sleepovers, which both parties were ecstatic for. Those late nights covered some hard hitting topics; there were times where they talked about the meaning of life, why certain things happened the way that they did, what their dreams were, how different their lives would be without each other (Santana particularly hated those conversations because she never wanted to picture a life without Brittany); the conversations that they shared in those rooms are what began to shape their lives. There was one conversation that they had over the years that taught Santana that she wasn't alone with what she was feeling inside.
One night, at around one in the morning, a sixteen year old Santana and a nineteen year old Brittany were sitting in a comfortable silence cuddled in Brittany's bed, because that was fine with them being cuddle up together, no biggie...right?
Santana had been lying on her back while staring at the glowing stars that were stuck to the light blue ceilings in Brittany's room. While Santana would never admit to it, it was one of her favorite things about Brittany's room because it always managed to relax her. Especially in moments where she was feeling content, yet extremely nervous.
Brittany was the one who broke the silence, "Hey San?"
"Yeah B?" Santana asked while running her fingers through the hair on the blondes head.
"I don't know how to ask this." Brittany said lifting her head from Santana's chest and staring into big brown eyes the best she could with only the moonlight to guide her vision.
Santana looked at the blonde confused for a moment before rubbing her arm in what she thought was a comforting gesture, however, that gesture would have been a little too intimate to the blonde if it were coming from anybody else but Santana. Brittany smiled softly before lying her head back down on Santana's heartbeat and playing with the Latina's fingers while caught in a daze.
"I, um. Have you ever…" She began before quickly stopping in the middle of her sentence.
"It's okay Brit-Brit, you can ask me anything. You know this." Santana responded softly while continuing to rub up and down the pale arm.
"Have you ever thought about girls, the way that you're supposed to be about guys?" Brittany asked, immediately noticing how quickly Santana's heart began beating. She tried to sooth the younger girl by tracing small patterns on the palm of her hand.
"Uh," Santana began. It seemed to be the only coherent thought that she could bare herself to mutter out while in her head all she could think is, I have. And those thoughts revolved around you.
"Cause I have." Brittany added on knowing that Santana was struggling to add anything to the conversation. "I know a lot of people probably don't like it, but I've had them for a while now."
"Does anybody else know?" Santana asked dumbly, not able to think of anything else to keep the conversation going.
"I'm not sure. But, it's okay if they do." Brittany began, "I know that who I love is who I'll love and that's okay with me." She finished glancing up at Santana.
Santana took in a deep, shaky breath and looked at the blonde softly; this was going to be her moment. This was going to be her moment to finally tell Brittany what had been on her mind since she first dated those stupid and disgusting boys back in middle school; she was attracted to Brittany.
"Brit, I-" Santana started before she was rudely interrupted by Brittany's younger brother barrelling into the bedroom screaming. Santana glared at the ten year old harshly before Brittany quickly sat up, leaving Santana's chest as cold on the outside as it was in from the current situation.
"What's going on Will?" Brittany asked, utterly confused by the sudden break in by the young boy. He normally knew to knock if Brittany was in here with Santana; it didn't matter with anybody else, but it always applied with the Latina.
"Felix!" William barely managed to pant out while pointing his bright orange nerf gun out the door.
Santana looked at the young boy with a glare fixed on her face and her arms crossed tightly. Brittany, on the other hand, was bent down to be eye level with the young boy. "What about Felix?" Brittany asked utterly panicked about what could have happened to the young boy to cause her brother to come running in her room at such an ungodly hour.
"Come on!" He yelled while grabbing Brittany's arm and trying to drag her out of the room. Brittany snatched Santana's hand and dragged her out of the door to the bedroom to see what had happened to the other ten year old. When Brittany ran down the corner of the bottom of the stairs with Santana right behind her, she was hit.
Felix and William had planned a sabotage attack and began pelting both girls with the styrofoam nerf bullets. Brittany's worried expression soon fizzled away and was replaced by one filled with relief, and she laughed at the whole situation that was taking place.
Santana, however, was not amused. She was finally going to open herself up completely to the blonde and William and fucking Felix had to ruin that for her. She hated Felix before this incident because even though he was only ten, he was constantly hitting on Brittany and herself and it didn't make her the least bit happy or flattered, it just pissed her off. This little incident, just made the hate for the young boy grow even larger for the fact that the two boys were supposed to be sleeping over 4 hours ago.
While Brittany continued laughing, Santana sighed to herself and went to go up the stairs. She knew that Brittany's parents leaving her and Brittany in charge of two unruly 10 year olds wasn't going to make her happy. Right before she rounded the corner to the stairs, Brittany gently grabbed her arm and looked at her with a pout, "Where are you going?"
"Upstairs. I think I'm going to lay down B, I have a headache." Santana quickly lied thinking that Brittany wouldn't notice.
But she did. She always did.
The blonde gave Santana a pointed look to let her know that she knew that she was lying, she was able to hear the disappointment in the younger girls voice which caused her to frown slightly, but she knew not to push her. "Are you sure?" She asked quietly.
Santana simply nodded and trotted up to the bedroom and laid down. She sighed heavily and once she heard the noise down stairs pick up, she screamed softly into the pillow that was resting by her face.
About two hours later is when she finally felt Brittany crawl into the bed behind her and softly wrap her arm around her torso. She smiled softly to herself, careful to not mess up her own breathing and let the other girl know that she was awake.
The next day the conversation wasn't brought up again. Actually, for the next few months.
It was the last full family dinner that would be tolerable for Santana. It was Brittany's last one. The blonde had been accepted into MIT and was going to be moving to Boston officially tomorrow. Tonight was the last time that she would be in Lima, and it was absolutely nerve wracking for Santana. Tonight was going to be the night that she had to go for it.
Santana had opted to stay the night with Brittany so that she could go with them to drop the blonde off at the airport in the morning. She needed to talk to Brittany and she needed to know what the answer would be before the blonde left for good.
The two were lying in Brittany's bed with Santana's head on Brittany's chest and the strong creamy arms wrapped around her holding her close. They were both relaxing under the glow of the moonlight, simply listening to the other one breathe. It was their safe place, but that would all be different tomorrow. Everything would be different tomorrow.
"Hey Brit-Brit?" Santana questioned softly.
"Yeah San?" The blonde questioned while stroking the Latina's arm with her thumb.
I think I might love you.
"I-uh, I'm really going to miss you when you leave tomorrow." Santana said sadly instead, it wasn't a lie.
"I'm going to miss you too." Brittany responded softly, obviously sad at the sudden realization that what was happening wasn't going to be an everyday occurrence anymore. She was leaving, and Santana couldn't come with her.
Santana sighed and took a deep breath. Why is this so hard for me to tell her? Santana berated herself before she came to the realization that the moment she was in, it was perfect and if Brittany didn't feel the same, it would ruin it and things would become extremely awkward.
"Night San." Brittany said kissing the top of the Latina's head while receiving a "sweet dreams Brit-Brit." in return.
That night, Santana didn't sleep much because she was trying to figure out what she should say to the blonde. She was trying to word it perfectly without ruining their friendship, she admired the blonde and she looked up to her. Brittany was what Santana sometimes wished she could be; nice, gentle and caring. Brittany was the only person in her life that she knew like that and the only person she's ever felt something for on a more than friends basis, she couldn't lose that.
The next morning seemed to move very quickly. Too quickly.
Everybody in the house woke up at 6 AM, except for Santana who was already up and enjoying the sounds of Brittany breathing since she wouldn't be able to listen to it for a long time. She softly woke Brittany up in her usual way of trailing her fingertips around the back of the blondes ear, causing her to stir and look up at her with a smile.
They all got up this early to get dressed and be able to enjoy one last meal together. Brittany's flight was leaving at 10, but they wanted to spend some extra time together. After eating together and spending some time together in the livingroom, Santana and Brittany were upstairs in Brittany's room, talking about anything that they could before they'd have to leave.
It wasn't until they got to the airport that Santana finally realized that it was now, or never.
She and Brittany were seated in the corner of the waiting area, waiting for Brittany's flight to be called. That's when Santana finally made her move.
"Hey Brit-Brit." Santana said softly while looking up to the blonde.
"Yes Sanny?" Brittany asked while playing with something in her coat pocket.
"I, uh, I have something to tell you. It's important." Santana said, trying to sound more confident than she was but utterly failing.
Brittany turned to the Latina with a small smile on her face and giving her her undivided attention.
"B, I wanted to tell you this for a long time. But, I've never been able to find the right words, but, it seems like this is going to be my last chance." Santana said with a sad smile.
Brittany watched on with a small pout gracing her features as she watched Santana struggle with something that was obviously hurting her. She placed her hand on her knee to get her to continue and she softly nodded her head, letting her know that she was listening.
Santana took a deep breath, "I don't know how to say this." She paused, "I've known you all my life Brittany. I've always looked up to you. You were what I always hoped that I could be; you're smart, you're always nice to people and you don't have a mean bone in your body. You accept anything and everything without a second thought because to you peoples quirks and issues don't mean anything to you as long as they're nice to you. You're the purest person that I had ever met and I know that I will never meet anybody better than you-"
"Flight 461 to Boston is now boarding."
"Fuck." Santana muttered to herself.
Brittany, however, didn't get up. She stayed seated watching Santana, waiting for her to finish. Santana quickly took notice of that and cut her speech short.
"What I'm trying to say B, is, I really like you Brittany. I've really liked you for as long as I remember and it took me a while to accept that I was falling in lo-that I was falling in like with my best friend and my role model that I didn't know how to tell you." Santana finished looking at her lap, not wanting to see the older girls reaction.
Brittany frowned softly and tilted Santana's head up so that she could look into her eyes. "Finally." She sighed softly.
Santana looked up at her confused.
"San, I like you too. I have for a while but I never brought anything up because of our age difference. People said that it was inappropriate because since you're so young you'd just fall into what I was saying because I was older and you would think that it was what you're supposed to do." Brittany finished.
Santana looked at Brittany dumbfounded, continuously asking herself why she didn't just do this before. Why she couldn't just stop being a big baby and just tell her how she felt. She let go the breath that she was holding in and smiled brightly at Brittany's words.
"But-" Brittany began.
"Flight 461 to Boston, last boarding call."
"I have to go." Brittany said softly while standing up and bringing Santana into a hug.
"Please don't." Santana pleaded with sad eyes locked on Brittany.
"Look, I got this for you. But I never knew when to give it to you." Brittany said, pulling her hand out of her pocket and opening the fist to a small golden necklace with a safety pin on it. "I figure that now is as good a time as ever. I have one too. Safety pins are used for keeping things together, so if you always wear yours and I wear mine, then, we'll be together." Brittany finished with a smile.
Santana accepted the necklace with a smile before giving Brittany another hug. During the hug, Santana whispered in Brittany's ear softly, "I'll make you fall in love with me some day, I promise." She ended the hug by giving the blonde a soft kiss on the cheek, lingering for a few seconds longer than just a friend should have.
Brittany immediately ran off towards the boarding area while Santana immediately locked the necklace around her neck while watching the blonde hair fade into the sea of people. "I love you B." She said softly before she turned around and left the airport.
The next two years of high school were going to suck.
/
7 Years Later…
It was July 3rd and the sun was beating down hard. Brittany had been back in Lima for about three weeks. The main reason that she came back was to watch her younger brother, William, graduate from William McKinley High School. It was a proud big sister moment for her and when he asked her to stay for the fourth of July, she just couldn't refuse. She loved staying with her parents, she hasn't gotten to see them much since she moved out of Lima after she graduated. She tried to come back for the holidays but sometimes her schedule just didn't allow it and other times, the weather wasn't cooperating. It was difficult, but it was nice to see them.
The first time that she came back and was able to attend one of the family dinners with the Lopezes (that indeed still took place) she looked forward to seeing Santana. However, Santana began showing up less and less to the dinners after Brittany had left, claiming she had other things to do for other important projects and such that she was working on. Her parents, they allowed it; they knew she had big dreams and if she needed to skip out on some dinners to accomplish them, then so be it. She still made sure that she went to some of them and she always went over to the Pierce's house to help William with his homework or Mrs. Pierce with her garden.
The relationship dynamics still stayed consistent.
Another time that Brittany came back and was excited to see Santana for the first time in years was after Santana's graduation. She was pumped to see the Latina; she was upset that they haven't talked since the end of Santana's junior year and she wanted to make up for that.
But it never ended up turning out that way.
The last family dinner that the full Lopez family attended was the Sunday before Santana's graduation. She left two days after she received her diploma. But nobody ever told Brittany that Santana left two days before she landed in Lima.
She had to find out on her own.
Which, that really wasn't the best scenario. It left for a very solemn and quiet Brittany throughout dinner. She ended up giving up on her hope of seeing Santana again because every time she came, the latina was never present, having just left a few days prior.
So this time around, it was time for Brittany to enjoy her family's company. Her brother had wanted his celebration dinner on the fourth because that way he would be able to light a bunch of fireworks, so that's exactly what was happening.
Since it was still only the third, however, Brittany decided that she was going to explore Lima again like how she used to when she was a teenager: going on a jog.
Waking up at 6:30 in the morning, she quickly threw on a pair of electric pink running shorts along with a rainbow unicorn sports bra that she's had since she was 15. She threw on her Nike Zoom Fly running shoes and got ready to leave. She threw her hair up in a ponytail and put on her arm band to hold her phone so she could listen to her music and left a quick note on the freezer for her mom letting her know that she would be back soon.
Brittany had been running for about a half an hour when she finally reached WMHS. She was taking the usual route that her and Santana took as teenagers. It brought a sense of familiarity and it made her smile inside at the nostalgia that she would get from the specific route.
Closing her eyes and picking up the pace, not even 3 meters later, she slammed into another person.
Cradling her chest in her hands from the hard impact, she slowly opened her eyes. When she did, she was met with the most beautiful woman that she had ever seen. She couldn't have been anymore than 23 years old. She was perfect, and she was completely enticing.
The other woman had obviously just been on a run; Brittany knew this because they both collided into each other and not only that but from the womans outfit.
She was wearing a black and white adidas sports bra with black and white running shorts complete with a pair of adidas adizero ambition spikes. The lack of clothing left quite a view for the blonde, and she couldn't seem to stop staring, especially because things felt like they were going in slow motion. Brittany watched one specific bead of sweat trail from the Latina's hairline, down her face and around the contours of her lips down to the valley of her breasts. A different spec of sweat outlined the already very visible abs that were on full display due to the lack of shirt. Her skin was glistening; as cliche as it sounds, the Latina's skin was a perfect shade of caramel. For whatever reason, in Brittany's mind, she associated the Latina's glistening skin with a fresh caramel apple and it made her mouth water wondering how tasty the skin would be in comparison to the apple that popped into her mind.
"Owwww," was the groan that broke Brittany out of her trance of eye-raping this young woman. She finally took in the full appearance of the other woman. Her face was blocked by not only the thick curly hair wrapped in a ponytail that was dangling in front of her face, but also by the hand that was cradling her own forehead.
That's when it clicked in Brittany's mind.
The latina cradling her head must have ran face first into Brittany's clavicle bone without realizing there was another person in front of her. The blonde quickly rolled over to reach the latina and put her hand on the other woman's knee, causing her to look up immediately.
When she did, their eyes locked. Brittany found herself lost in bright brown eyes that seemed so familiar, but she just couldn't figure it out. The same effect must have been taking place within the other girls mind as well, because neither of them were able to form any words.
The noise of a car passing by is what caught their attention, drawing it away from each other.
"I, um, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to trample you." Brittany said softly while extending her hand to help the smaller girl up.
Santana wanted to glare at the woman, she wanted to yell at her and scream at her, but for some reason she couldn't. She couldn't help but find herself looking at the other woman with admiration and soft eyes, quickly accepting the hand to be pulled up.
"It's fine, I should have been paying attention to where I was going." Santana said with a soft chuckle and shake of her head.
"No, really, it's my fault." Brittany said with a soft smile, not willing to let this beautiful woman take the blame, "I shouldn't have been running with my eyes closed."
Santana paused for a moment and looked at the blonde in shock, "You were running with your eyes closed?" She finally asked with a laugh.
Brittany softly nodded her head. "Yepp." She laughed along with the Latina.
Once the laughter died down, Brittany decided that it was her time to make a move. "So, you should let me buy you a drink. You look a little dehydrated." Brittany began with a small smirk at the bullshit excuse, she knew the other woman saw right through it, "I mean, if your boyfriend doesn't mind."
Santana smiled brightly at the not-so-subtle statement to find out if she was single and shook her head, glancing at the floor before looking into blue eyes with a sigh. "I'm sure my girlfriend would mind," Santana began watching the blondes smile immediately disappear, "if I had one." She finished with a smirk at watching the blondes face light up with excitement.
"The Lima Bean?" Brittany asked while jutting her head towards the direction of the small shop.
Santana simply nodded and followed the blonde where they walked in a comfortable silence with smiles on their faces like school children. They were amazed with how comfortable they both were with each other right off the bat.
Once they got into Bean, they ordered their drinks, which just turned out to be two of the largest bottles of water that the shop had to offer. When Santana reached forward to pay for her drink, Brittany swatted it away and paid for everything, instructing the barista to keep the 7$ of change. She guided the brunette to the back booth that she normally would sit at every morning with Santana and smiled at her while she took a sip from her water bottle.
"So, what brings a beautiful girl like you to such a boring place like Lima? I don't think I've ever slammed into you before on my morning runs, I think I would remember those eyes." Santana questioned while swirling her water bottle.
Brittany smiled at the flattering questions and looked at the table before answering, "My little brother just graduated and we're having a family dinner for him. I was summoned upon request to be present."
"That's sweet, means your brother obviously likes you." Santana started with a smirk, "I can see why."
"You don't even know me." Brittany blushed.
"Well, then maybe you should let me." Santana stated while twirling her hair on her fingers and looking at the blonde flirtaciously.
"I think I might take you up on that offer." Brittany responded softly. "I have a feeling you're not from around here either, where are you from?"
"Well, I did grow up around this area. But I live in New York now, it's a big change." Santana said with a chuckle.
"Seriously?" Brittany asked with surprise in her voice, "Me too."
"Used to live here or live in New York?" Santana asked with a smile.
"Both." Brittany responded learning forward.
"No way." Santana started before leaning back in her chair and looking into Brittany's eyes, "You'd think I would remember those eyes." She finished softly with her arms across her chest causing Brittany to blush.
"Well-" Brittany started before her phone rang. She sighed and took off her arm band, "I'm sorry. I think I have to take this."
Brittany quickly took out her phone and answered the call, it was her mother. Her mother began talking her ear off while Santana sat across the table with an amused look on her face, just studying her mannerisms. About 6 minutes into the phone call, Santana got a text and she abruptly got up. She mouthed that there was an emergency and she pointed to the door quickly before mouthing sorry and running out.
The girl got out of the store before Brittany's mother stopped talking after Brittany kept telling her mom to hold on, she ran out of the coffee shop and out the door looking for the Latina but saw no sight of her. She sighed softly while running her fingers through her hair, "I didn't even get your name."
The rest of the day for Brittany was focused on the beautiful Latina that she caused skinned knees. She couldn't think of anything, but that one girl. Her mom had tried talking to her multiple times to get her opinions on different things but all the response that she got from the younger blonde was a simple nod of the head and "yeah, that sounds great" mumbled. Susan eventually gave up on trying to talk to her daughter who seemed to be spacing out after her run.
At around ten o'clock that night is when Brittany finally mumbled something that her mother understood, "I didn't even get her name." She heard before the young blonde face palmed herself.
"Who's name sweetheart?" Susan asked her daughter, placing a cup of gingerale in front of her.
"This really pretty girl, I ran into her today. I literally ran into her mom, and I think I caused a bruise on her forehead...But, she ran off after I bought her a drink and I didn't even get her name." Brittany sighed.
"Why don't you go running tomorrow around the same time and see if you run into her?" Susan suggested, earning the first real smile from her daughter since she's got home this morning.
"That's a great idea mom." Brittany said jumping out. "It'll give me another chance to see her body again too." Brittany added before realizing she was speaking out loud.
Susan shook her head softly and said goodnight to her daughter before heading up herself knowing that she was going to need a full nights sleep for the dinner that they were going to have tomorrow.
/
The next morning, Brittany woke up at the same time, got dressed in a similar outfit and was soon out of her house. She stopped and took a break in the front of WMHS in hopes of seeing the mystery girl again. That short break soon turned into two hours of waiting and when nobody showed up at around 9 o'clock, Brittany finally took the long walk back to her house with her shoulders slumped down and a small pout on her face. When she got home and her mother saw the look on her daughters face, she frowned strongly, before stating more than asking if she had saw the other woman.
The rest of the day was spent in a gloomy mood for the blonde. She didn't understand why the girl wasn't out running. It seemed like it would have been an everyday occurrence for her, but then again, nobody ever gets anywhere from making assumptions.
The day continued to go by slowly and by the time that it was 7 and finally time for the dinner, Brittany wasn't exactly up for it. She knew that the Lopezes had already made their way over and they were down stairs talking with each other, but Brittany couldn't bring herself to come down and enjoy herself when she was still very upset about not seeing the brunette again.
She told William that she promised that she would be down before dinner officially started, but she just needed to find the energy to smile and be happy in the presence of the others. She loved the Lopezes and she hated when she was sad around them because they would get sad too, but she just couldn't figure out how to get out of bed and bring herself down stairs. She didn't understand why the girl was affecting her so much either; she was just a girl. Girls are dime a dozen, after all, there are more girls than boys in the world so….
William was the first one to come up the steps and tell Brittany that dinner was starting soon. But she didn't make her way down. About a half an hour later was when there was another knock on her door.
"Go away, start dinner without me. I'll be there soon." Brittany yelled at the door.
"Brittany, open the door." The voice from the other side called out.
"No." Brittany responded stubbornly.
The door soon opened revealing a woman standing with her arms crossed, Brittany, however, didn't see the image because she was lying on her bed with her face in her pillows. Santana sat on the bed and looked at the woman and chuckled softly. She didn't say much else before lying on the bed next to the blonde.
She stared at the stars on the ceiling and took a deep breath. She then rolled on her side to stare at the blondes head. She made her usual routine that she did over the years to wake the blonde up. She softly moved the hair away from Brittany's ear and took a deep breath, it was nostalgic considering it hasn't happened in over 7 years, she then softly trailed her fingers around Brittany's ear to the expanse of the blondes neck. She did it for a few minutes before she got a reaction from the other girl.
"Santana?" She mumbled softly into the pillow.
Suddenly the chuckle that seemed distinctly familiar but unfamiliar, brought back thousands of memories causing the blonde to move her head so fast that it was a surprise that she didn't get whiplash.
She looked at the Latina and they were both in a state of shock.
Santana's eyes softened as she looked at the older woman, "B?" She questioned with surprise in her voice.
Brittany sat up immediately and traced the outlines of the Latina's features. "It's really you." She whispered, "you're the mystery girl that's been clouding my mind."
"What?" Santana looked at the blonde confused, a smile still etched on her features.
"Yesterday, you ran out without saying anything. I was confused and you never told me your name. You just said you had to go, well, you mouthed it. And then you weren't on a run this morning, I waited for like two hours." Brittany clarified.
"Oh, that was because my mom texted me something important." Santana said looking at the blonde and then began laughing to herself at the irony of the situation.
"What was it?" Brittany asked shocked.
"She texted me and told me that you came home." Santana said looking into light baby blues.
"What?" Brittany asked dumbfounded.
"Yeah, kinda ironic isn't it? I ran out on you just to see you." Santana laughed to herself. "I wasn't on the run this morning because my mom says that normally you come over and talk for a while so I was waiting to see if you'd be there. And I didn't want to see you being all sweaty, so, I skipped my run."
"Coincident." Brittany laughed while rubbing Santana's cheek with the pad of her thumb.
"It is. God, I can't believe that it was you. I knew I've seen those eyes before," Santana said while gazing into said eyes, "How did I not notice?"
Brittany smiled, "don't blame yourself, I didn't notice either. I just knew that I was comfortable with you from the second I clashed into you."
Brittany then rubbed her hand over where a mark should have been on her forehead.
"There's cover-up on it, left a nasty bruise." Santana chuckled while rubbing her forehead.
"Sorry." Brittany said sheepishly.
"It's fine." Santana said running her hands over Brittany's jaw.
"I can't believe you're here," Brittany said in awe, "why are you here?"
"Well, I tutor Will over skype sometimes and he wanted me to be at his dinner since he came to mine." Santana responded.
"I'm glad you're back." Brittany said.
After a few more silent moments, the girls got up and walked down to dinner hand in hand. The families both smiled happily at each other knowing that their girls were finally going to get together. They all enjoyed dinner having light conversations and fun moments. They reminisced about almost everything that had happened. Both of the girls talked about their lives and what was going on in their lives at the moment.
They had big things.
They talked about what Will was going to be doing and where he was going to college. They talked about how he was excited to be moving to New York to follow his sister and about all of the different things he thought that they would be doing together.
By the end of the night, they were setting off tons of fireworks.
Santana and Brittany were sitting under the fireworks while watching them go off. They were basking in the feeling of being together after seven years. It was perfect. The fireworks that were going off were right over head and it made everything more magical than it already was.
Santana got Brittany's attention by softly turning the blondes head to face her, "Hey Brit-Brit."
"Yeah San?" Brittany responded while glancing back at the fireworks for a moment.
"Remember what we talked about before you left for Boston?" Santana questioned shyly. Brittany simply nodded her head.
"Well, that promise starts now." Santana responded before leaning forward and softly pecking the blonde on the lips. "I'm going to make you fall in love with me."
Brittany smiled and pulled Santana back to her by the back of her neck and when she did, she felt something. A cold metal against her fingertips, the metal turned out to be the gold necklace that she handed Santana at the airport all those years ago.
She smiled hard at that realization before pecking Santana once more, "I'm looking forward to it."