Brittany's POV
"I love you Santana. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else in this world. And I think that, because of that, anything's possible."
Her brown eyes bore into my soul, searching for any sign of untruthfulness. When she found none, she smiled. It was a sincere smile, the kind she reserved for me only; not like the smirks she put on to keep up her HBIC reputation. She hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "I love you too."
It was the first time she openly admitted it to me in public. I squeezed her impossibly closer as I grinned to the moon and back. She released me and a nervous smile spread across her gorgeous face. We linked pinkies and headed to the choir room for the last meeting of the school year.
We spent the summer just being in love. On the first day, we were sunbathing on top of her shed. It had a flat top with a metal rail surrounding it and a small ladder down the side we used to climb up. We had put lounge chairs on the top to tan during the day and watch the stars at night.
"San, can you help me?" I asked shaking the sun block.
"Sure." She replied. She took the bottle from my me and squirted some on her hands while put my hair into a messy pony. Her gentle hands rubbed the sunscreen over my shoulders and back above my bikini tie. I moaned under her touch as she massaged my shoulders, placing a delicate kiss on my collar to let me know she was done. Her hands found my stomach as she rested her head on my shoulder from behind and sighed.
"You okay, babe?"
She hesitated before mumbling, "I want to talk about us."
I turned in her arms and locked mine around her neck. "But we never do that?" I questioned with an eyebrow raised.
She chuckled knowing that I most likely picked up that action from her. She is so beautiful when she smiles, I thought to myself. I must've said it out loud though, because she smiled at me even wider. She pecked my nose before sliding her arms from my elbows to my hands and interlocking our fingers. She led me to the chairs and we sat cross legged in front of each other like we were middle-schoolers having a sleepover and telling secrets.
"Britt. I've honestly loved you since I first met you. I know in the past I've had a funny way of showing it, but from here on out I'm going to treat you the way you deserved to be treated: like a queen, my queen. I'm tired of hiding, I just need to be me." She sighed, looking away for a moment before looking back into my understanding cobalt blues. "I want to do this right. Brittany Susan Pierce, will you go on a date with me? A real date, not just to Breadstix where I would hold your hand under a napkin, but an out and proud date where I can wrap my arm around your waist and glare at any boy that looks at you or anyone that looks at US funny. What do you say B?"
I was so caught up in the moment. I was smiling like an idiot and I was so, so proud of her.
"Britt?"
Snapping out of my trance, I leapt in her arms and repeated "yes, hell yes" over and over again. When I released her, she leapt up and started doing "The Naya Dance" from my favorite celebrity. I giggled.
"You're so cute" I told her.
She stopped and turned to face me. "Only for you." Then she bent down and gave me an Eskimo kiss before pushing her chair closer to mine and laying down on it. She slipped her left hand into my right one before closing her eyes and soaking up the sun. I watched her for a few minutes just taking in her pulchritude before I closed my eyes too, not once being able to erase the grin that danced across my features.
She took me to a carnival three days later where she went on every ride I asked her to and never once let go of my waist like she had said. She bought me cotton candy and fed it to me, not caring who was watching. On our way out I told her I had to go the bathroom, she pecked my lips and whispered, "Be careful, I'll wait for you at the gate." She watched me walk away, no doubt staring at my butt in my ripped jean shorts. When I came back out she was at the gate as promised with her hands behind her back and a sly smile on her face.
"Hey you, whatcha got there?"
She got down on one knee and presented me a bear that said Be my girlfriend? on the tummy in pink sharpie and Santana's handwriting.
I nodded, my hands coming up to cover my mouth as a single tear escaped my eyes. She stood up and hugged me. I told her "Yes, of course." Chucking I added, "I thought I already was." She pulled back and wiped the tear away with her thumb while cupping my cheek. She caressed my cheek for a few seconds before kissing me deeply. No words needed to be said as she grabbed handed me the bear and grabbed my free hand. We walked home in comfortable silence, sneaking glances at our hands. I admired how perfectly they fit together and the contrast of our skin tones. I knew Santana was doing the same. When we arrived at my door she turned to me and said, "I had a really good time tonight."
I giggled. It was such a cliché thing to say, but I knew Santana meant it. "I did too, thanks again baby. You staying the night?"
She shook her head no. My face fell. "Oh Britt, it's not that I don't want to. I do, trust me. But if I want to do this right, I need to go home before I rip all your clothes off. I need you to know that this relationship isn't just about sex. I love you Brittany. I am so utterly in love you and I just needed to say that out loud because you needed to hear it and I will say it to you every day from here on out because. . . "
I cut her off with a kiss. "Sorry, you were rambling. Now go home," I said winking at her, "Before I take up that offer."
She blushed. "Right, goodnight girlfriend." She kissed my cheek and I walked away. She stayed to make sure I got in alright. Her mom smiled and waved at me from a bedroom upstairs. Santana grinned and waved back; Susan Pierce was like her second mom. She turned and literally skipped home in a bliss of happiness. When she got there, she crawled into bed after changing into sleep shorts and a tank. She plugged in her phone and set it on the nightstand next to her bed. I got a text saying sweet dreams my beautiful blonde teddy bear. I love you. xxxo I drifted into a peaceful sleep with the image of Santana in my mind.
Instead of going to cheer camp, Santana and I stayed in Lima all summer and did everything together. We went grocery shopping, went on dates every Friday, babysat my sister Hailey - Santana is great with kids, she's going to make a great mother someday. I can't wait to have mini Brittany's and mini Santana's running around after we settle down- went swimming, and yes, eventually had lots and lots of sex. We came out to both our parents and they were both surprisingly accepting. We skyped San's brother Ricardo because he is in the army and he cried, saying he accepted his baby sister just the way she is and that he couldn't be more happy that she got her head out of her ass and made us official. He's basically my big brother, too, we've gotten pretty close over the years, just like Santana and Hailey. Someday, we'll be one big happy family. I can't wait.