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It's already close to six and Brittany can already smell something burning. That's not the way things were supposed to turn out, though. She wanted to surprise Santana, but instead Santana finds her with flour in her hair and black smoke rising from the stove top, tears brimming in the brightest blue eyes she's ever seen. Brittany can't cook for the life of her, but the sentiment is clearly there and Santana feels her heart swell to bursting capacity with love for the girl. So she wraps her hands around the dancer's body kissing the top of her nose, laughing because Brittany can really be too sweet sometimes.
"How about we get some take out instead?"
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Brittany falls asleep in Santana's lap, the take out boxes long forgotten as they were watching Singing In The Rain for what had to be the umpteenth time. She stirs and lets out a sleepy mumble and Santana only smiles and kisses the top of her head at the incomprehensible garble.
Santana knows what tomorrow is, how could she not, and she figures that's why Brittany decided to surprise her tonight. Santana makes a mental note to herself to buy Brittany some flowers before attempting, somewhat unsuccessfully, to gently rouse the blonde from her slumber. Her legs had fallen asleep a while ago under Brittany's weight and the sudden rush of blood sent a stinging sensation through her legs and she had to bite her tongue from cursing too loud.
Brittany doesn't really stir and first, and its only after some gentle prodding and talking and kisses that she musters enough energy to blindly stumble into the bedroom collapsing into the bed. As Santana starts to help her take off her clothes and into her pajamas she feels herself being watched, a smile plastered on the girl's face.
"You know I love you, right?"
"Porsupuesto" Of course.
How could she not? They'd been together practically since they were seven and tomorrow marked the five years since Santana had finally gotten enough courage to finally finally – after much prodding and encouragement from Quinn – propose to the one girl who had stolen her heart from the very moment their eyes had first met.
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Santana had never thought of herself as the romantic type, but she was positively a pile of clichéd mush around the Dutch girl and as Brittany is whispering nonsensical things about gorillas and parachutes in her half sleep as she finally works out how to pull her arms through the sleeves, Santana thinks that she might just be the luckiest girl alive, bar none.
Brittany's fingers still smell like garlic as she wraps herself around Santana, their legs interlocking and bodies pressed close, even in the near unbearable heat. Brittany nuzzles herself against the crook of Santana's neck, whispering her goodnights and in that moment, Santana feels that everything is perfect.