Prologue

If there was one thing I was not exactly banking on happening after graduation, it was agreeing to move to New York with one Lady Hummel. Sorry, he hates it when I call him that. Habit, I guess. One I'm trying to stop doing. Kurt. I moved here with Kurt.

So apparently Britt and Blaine had the "brilliant" idea that since they were staying in Lima, which they had no control of, and both of us were off to New York, we might as well go together. Britt told me that then there'd be no chance of any mix ups. I knew by "mix ups" she meant cheating but she needn't worry about that. Why would I cheat on Britt?

I had a slight feeling that it was Blaine's idea, after the whole 'It's Not Right But It's Okay' thing, I figured they'd been having problems. Whatever, if it made Britt happy, it made me happy. Besides, knowing Kurt's obsession with cleaning, maybe he wouldn't trust me to do the dishes.

What I really wanted to know was when Britt and 'The Gel' got so close anyway?

Regardless, I guess it wasn't a bad idea and with the money saved up our parents, it'd been a pretty easy thing to do.

One thing Britt and Blaine did not exactly take into account was how we'd get along in New York. I mean, sure I'd helped him with the Head Bitch Warbler during Michael week and I guess I saved his ass with the whole Bully Whips thing but had Kurt and I ever been 'friends'? That, I'm not so sure about.

"These?"

"No."

"What about these ones, then? These are nice?"

"Veto."

"Santana, you can't 'veto' curtains."

"Uh, yes you can, Hummel and I just did. What's wrong with plain curtains anyway?"

"Brittany would like the decorated ones." he cocked his head to the side and half pouted at me.

"One: you're right but it's not fair using that against me, and two: what you're doing there with your little lady pout, that's not cute. Get any curtains you want, I'm getting a coffee. You want one?"

So things were going fine between us in New York. I was actually enjoying his company and knowing it would settle Brittany back in Lima, I was willing to make it work.

No, living with Kurt was fine. It was moving there was the most hassle, getting everything on the damn train. Why he needed three suitcases was beyond me. I took half my clothes and planned to buy more when I got there. Having Britt help pick the ones I'd take with me was an afternoon I found more than fun.

Although there were problems with transportation, the hardest part was leaving. Lima was everything knew, most of my memories were there. My family was there, my friends, Brittany. As funny as it sounds, having Kurt with me was like a blessing: a small part of Lima was coming with me. Not only a small part, but a freaking fabulous part.

We didn't say goodbye properly until we got to the train station, both of us kind of thought that if we didn't talk about it then we could escape it. That all of it would go away, but it was stupid. It took me all I had in me to leave that morning. In the end, I could have stayed if I wanted to, nothing was making me go to New York, not like Berry. Nothing was making Kurt stay either and from the way he looked that morning, I'm surprised either of us set foot on the train at all.

"I'm gonna miss you baby." I said as I saw tears stream down her face.

"You promise to always think of me don't you? You promise? No matter how many hot girls there are in New York, you know I'll still be here right? You promise?"

"I promise," I nodded, gripping her hand tightly. In attempt to make things a little more light hearted I said, "Nobody could be hotter than you anyway. And none of that matters, what matters is that I love you. I love you Britt."

"I love you more San." she shook her head and let the tears fall some more. I forgot about the people around us and kissed each one from her face, whispering 'I love you' over and over again until Kurt was tapping me on the shoulder, telling me I had to go.

She looked me straight in the eyes and all I could see was blue. Blue oceans, skies, dazzling sapphires as her perfect dazzling eyes. No wonder she had me wrapped around her little finger, eyes like that. "I promise." I said again before kissing her deeply on her lips.

"Love you." she spoke timidly before I turned away from her, stepping onto the train, unsure of why I was even going there in the first place.

We sat in our allocated seats and neither of us spoke until the train had pulled out of the station.

"New York here we come?" Kurt turned to me with a small smile. I could see how much he was trying to stay positive and happy. I knew he'd miss Blaine just as much as I would miss Brittany. I guess that's why we work so well in New York, we know when to turn on the Gossip Girl re-runs and when to leave each other alone in our rooms. We work, we just do.

"New York here we come." I smiled, wrapping my arm around his shoulder and laughing slightly. I felt a buzz in my pocket and was unsure about whether to look right away. But I did.

2 New Messages: Britt.

I felt a pang in my heart and opened the conversation.

I wanted to say this before but couldn't. You know that chokey feeling you get in the back of your throat when you're crying? I had that, so I couldn't talk. But I can type and I will because I need to say this. You're going to have it all, Santana. You're going to be great in New York. You, Rachel and Kurt. Don't feel bad that I'm still here, I'm going to work hard and pass this year. I'm going to graduate. Then me and Blaine are going to join you and Kurt in New York. We're gonna do this, San, we're gonna make it.

I love you.

Tell Kurt that if he tries it on with you I'm going to burn all his clothes and shave his head and then I'll shave Blaine's.

Yours always, Brittany.

The next message wasn't a message at all, it was a photo of the two of us in bed that very same morning. She was smiling at the camera while I was kissing her cheek. I don't know if it was the photo or the message but I felt tears prick my eyes as I set the photo as my wallpaper.

Kurt looked up from his magazine and smiled to me, "You okay?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied, a shake in my voice, "yeah, for the first time today I actually am. We're gonna make it."

"Yeah, we are." he smiled and returned his gaze to his magazine. I took his hand and strangely it didn't feel odd. He smiled again and gripped tightly.

New York, here we come.