Thanks to everyone who has shown interest in reading a sequel to Beautiful Scars. I hope you'll enjoy it!
Chapter 1.
Santana smiled when she entered the familiar building where Brittany worked at. It had been 3 years since Mike had offered Brittany a job as a dance instructor at his gym and life couldn't be better. Brittany loved it and Santana, on her part, loved the smile that appeared on the blonde's face when she told her about her day every night. The way her eyes lit up never failed to melt Santana's heart. Brittany's happiness had always mattered most to her and it meant the world to her to see her so free of worries. There had been times when things were different.
It was a little past noon and Santana had decided to surprise her wife with lunch. Mike smiled widely when he saw her and greeted her with a wave. "Hey, Santana. I haven't seen you in a while."
"Yeah, I've been busy with work." Santana replied with an apologetic smile. "How are you?"
"I'm good." Mike told her. "What about you?"
"I'm fine. Just here to bring Britt some lunch." Santana said, holding up the bag of food. "Is she in her office?"
Mike nodded in response and Santana thanked him before she began to make her way through the long corridor that led to Brittany's office. She knocked on the door and waited for a soft 'come in' before she went inside. The room was pretty small with just a desk and a sofa but the decorations were clearly all Brittany's doing. A smile found its way to her lips when her eyes landed on Brittany. She was sitting at her desk, brow furrowed in concentration, furiously writing in a notebook.
She looked up and her face lit up when she saw Santana. "Hey babe."
"Hi." Santana said as she closed the door behind her. "What's gotten you so busy?"
"Mike asked me to take over one of his classes." Brittany explained with twinkling eyes. "I already have everything planned out in my head but I find it helpful to write things down." She looked down at her notes and frowned a bit at the sight of her messy handwriting. "These notes probably wouldn't make sense to anyone else though."
Santana laughed. "Now you know what I have to deal with when you make the grocery list."
Brittany playfully rolled her eyes and put down her pen. "Not that I'm not happy to see you but why are you here?"
"I brought you lunch." Santana said as she took a step closer. "I can just drop it off and leave if you don't have time."
"No, I'd love to have lunch with you." Brittany was quick to reassure her, getting to her feet. "Is it weird that I missed you even though we last saw each other this morning?"
Santana shook her head and placed her free hand on Brittany's hip, slightly leaning up to press a light kiss to the taller woman's lips. "Not at all. I missed you too, Britt."
Brittany smiled. "What did you bring me?"
"Oh, nothing special." Santana said as they sat down on the couch. Santana rummaged through the bag and took out two chicken parmesan sandwiches before handing one to Brittany.
"Thanks." Brittany said before she took a bite of the sandwich, humming in delight. "This is amazing. You're the best, San."
"You speak the truth."
"Modest as always."
Santana shrugged.
"How are things going at work?"
"Pretty good." Santana replied, her smile faltering slightly. "You know I'm traveling to L.A. tomorrow for that interview, right?"
Brittany nodded and swallowed before speaking. "How could I forget?"
Santana shot her a tight-lipped smile and reached out to wipe some sauce off the corner of her mouth. Over the years, Santana's role at Schuester Magazine had increased in importance and more traveling was required. Brittany hadn't been happy with it at first but she had gotten better at dealing with the thought of Santana being so far away from her and mostly, her fear of planes.
"You'll be okay, right?" Santana asked.
Her mind wandered back to the previous times she had traveled to L.A. The first time had been an absolute disaster with Brittany and her fighting and her being stuck at the airport. The time after that hadn't been very successful either. Brittany had been feeling anxious all week, which didn't help very much. She hadn't slept at all in the time Santana was gone and Santana had come home to find her absolutely exhausted. Things had slowly gotten better after that though and Santana didn't feel so reluctant to leave anymore.
"I'll be fine, San." Brittany's soft voice brought her back to reality. "The advice that Dr. Hill gave me to calm myself was really helpful."
"I just can't help but worry." Brittany admitted quietly, her fingers running random patterns over the leather of the chair she was sitting in. Dr. Hill nodded in encouragement and she took a deep breath before continuing. "I know that it's stupid but my anxiety really kicks in full force when I'm alone and know she's on a plane."
"It's not stupid, Brittany." Dr. Hill said sternly, looking her directly in the eye. He waited for Brittany to give him a small nod in reply before asking, "What can I do to help you with this?"
"I just don't want to be scared anymore." Brittany shrugged tiredly. "Or at least not feel so anxious when she's gone."
"Your medication helps, right?" Dr. Hill asked.
Brittany nodded. "Yeah but you know I don't want to become reliant on them."
"Try to focus on something that you love." Dr. Hill suggested, folding his hands together. "If you start to feel anxious, take your mind off what it is that's worrying you. What is something that always helps you to relax?"
Brittany tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and thought the question over for a moment before answering, "Reading." She sighed when she realized what Dr. Hill was trying to say and she brought her hands to the hem of her sweater, fiddling with the soft material. "I wish that'd help but sometimes it's just not good enough, you know?"
"I know." Dr. Hill shot her a somber, humorless smile. "I know that it's hard but you have to try. I can give you some breathing exercises if you'd like?"
Brittany nodded gratefully. "I'd appreciate that."
The breathing exercises really helped Brittany to calm down, especially at first. That and reading a book or doing something else to distract herself was almost always enough to calm her down when she started to feel anxious. Santana was so glad to see that she was doing so much better. The amount of progress that she had made from the day that they had met was admirable.
The couple finished eating their sandwiches and ended up sprawled out on the sofa, completely stuffed. Brittany groaned and clasped her hands together over her stomach, closing her eyes. "I don't think I'll be able to move for the rest of the day." She complained, wrapping her arm around Santana who in turn buried her face against Brittany's neck.
Santana chuckled and pressed a kiss to Brittany's collarbone, patting her hand. "You'll be fine, big baby." She said before pulling back to give her a quick kiss on the lips. "I should get back to work but I'll see you later, okay?"
"Okay." Brittany mumbled, slowly opening her eyes. "I'll make us dinner tonight."
"If you want to." Santana said as she got to her feet.
"Hmm." She hummed with a smile, reaching out for Santana's hand to pull her closer. The brunette got the message and leaned down to give her another kiss. Pulling back, Brittany lifted her hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Santana's ear. "I want to spend a quiet night at home with my beautiful wife."
The corners of Santana's eyes crinkled as a smile formed on her lips. "That can be arranged."
Brittany slid her hand behind Santana's neck and gently pulled her down. Their lips met in a gentle kiss and Santana sighed into it before tilting her head to the side to get a better angle. She let out a soft moan when she felt Brittany's tongue dart out and instantly granted her access. They kissed for several moments, both of them quickly losing their breath, until Santana pulled back.
Brittany pouted in disapproval and Santana laughed softly. "I'm sorry, babe. But I should really go."
"Fine." Brittany mumbled unhappily.
Santana simply smiled at her wife's behavior as she gathered her things, winking at Brittany on her way out. Brittany rolled her eyes at herself as a huge smile spread across her features. She couldn't believe that Santana and her had become one of those sappy couples. It was so gross, yet she wouldn't have it any other way.
Brittany clasped her hands together as she turned to face her students. "Alright. Time's up for now."
It was her last class of the day and she couldn't wait to get home to Santana. Everyone started to chat among themselves as they gathered their things and Brittany bent down to grab her bottle of water. This was one of her favorite classes to teach because the people in this group were mostly in their twenties so it was easy to connect with them. She smiled when a student that had joined them for the first time today approached her.
"Hi. I'm Chloe." The girl greeted her. "Brittany right?"
Brittany nodded and rolled up the sleeves of her hoodie. "Can I help you with something?"
"Not really." Chloe said with a smile, leaning her shoulder against the mirror. "I just wanted to thank you for today's class. I had a lot of fun."
"Oh that's good to hear." Brittany said somewhat awkwardly, suddenly feeling weird. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and played with the strings of her hoodie. "So I guess I'll be seeing you more often?"
"Definitely." Chloe replied a little too enthusiastically. Her eyes briefly flickered down to Brittany's lips before they settled on her blue orbs again. Brittany felt her cheeks heat up under her student's intense gaze and she uncomfortably shifted from foot to foot. "You're a really good teacher."
"Oh thank you." Brittany said in surprise, awkwardly rubbing the back of her neck. Chloe just smiled wider and moved a little closer to her. Brittany didn't like the vibes she was getting from the girl and her obvious flirting, and on top of that she was also really tired and just wanted to go home to Santana. "It was nice talking to you but I should get going."
"Okay." Chloe mumbled, shoving her hands into her pockets. "You've got somebody waiting for you?"
"Yeah, my wife."
"Oh that's nice." Brittany hummed in agreement as she turned around to grab her bag, missing the look of disappointment that flashed across Chloe's face. "Do you have any kids?"
"No." Brittany's movements momentarily faltered as she thought of what it would be like to have kids with Santana. Just thinking about it made her grin like an idiot. She shook her head at herself and turned to face Chloe again. "I'll see you next time."
Chloe nodded and flashed her a bright smile. Brittany awkwardly returned it before she swung her bag over her shoulder and began to walk away. She exchanged a few words of goodbye with Mike and then made her way outside. The studio wasn't located too far away from the apartment so she usually walked to work. However, tonight she was surprised to see Noah waiting for her, casually leaning against his car.
"Hey Britt." He greeted her as she approached him, uncrossing his ankles and standing up straight. Brittany smiled widely and slightly rose on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck, burying her face against his chest. Noah wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her back tightly. "How are you?"
"I'm good." Brittany said as she pulled back. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd give you a ride home." Noah replied with a shrug. "I just finished my shift anyway."
Brittany nodded in understanding, her eyes taking in the uniform that he was wearing. "I missed you."
"Aw Britt." Noah placed his hand on her shoulder, and Brittany was surprised that he didn't tease her about her comment. "We talk to each other almost every day."
"Yeah but we hardly ever hang out anymore." Brittany said with a pout. She was usually tired after work and just wanted to curl up on the couch with her wife. On top of that, Noah had been picking up more shifts ever since he got promoted at work. "Our schedules never seem to match up."
Noah nodded in acknowledgment. Of course he missed Brittany too. There used to be a time when he would check up on her daily to make sure that she was doing okay but that wasn't necessary anymore now that she had Santana. He was extremely happy that someone like Santana had come into Brittany's life. She was always so patient and caring around the blonde and it was obvious that the two loved each other very much. Brittany deserved nothing but happiness in her life and Santana clearly gave her that.
"We should meet up for lunch soon." Brittany's voice brought him back to reality.
"Definitely." Noah said with a grin. "Now let's go because you smell of sweat."
"I do not!" Brittany protested, punching him in the shoulder. Noah just laughed and quickly turned around to get in the car. Brittany shook her head in amusement before making her way around the vehicle to slip into the passenger's seat.
A little while later, Brittany kicked the door shut behind her as she entered the apartment. She took off her shoes before checking her watch to see how long it would be before Santana came home. When she saw that it would be about thirty minutes, she made her way into the bedroom where she dropped her bag on the floor before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
Exactly thirty minutes later, while she was in the middle of cooking dinner, Brittany heard the door open and close. She smiled and glanced over her shoulder just as Santana walked into the kitchen. "Hi babe."
Santana smiled and closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around Brittany's waist from behind. She brushed Brittany's hair, that was still a little damp from her shower, aside and pressed a few feather-light kisses up her wife's neck. "Hmm what are you cooking?" She asked tiredly, her lips vibrating against Brittany's soft skin.
"Pasta." Brittany breathed out, a shiver tearing through her frame at Santana's touches.
"Sounds good." Santana said, craning her neck to place kisses along Brittany's jaw, earning herself a soft hum of pleasure. Brittany turned around in her arms and cupped Santana's cheek in her hand, bringing their lips together in a sweet kiss.
"Do I have enough time to take a shower?" Santana asked.
"If you're quick." Brittany said. "Quick in my terms, not yours."
Santana gave her a glare before she turned around and left the kitchen.
A little while later, they were seated at the table each with an empty plate in front of them. Brittany took a sip of her water to wash down her last bite of pasta and raised an eyebrow when she felt Santana's eyes on her. "What?" She asked as she put her glass back down. "Do I have something on my face?"
"Nope." Santana said, popping the 'p'.
Brittany narrowed her eyes. "Stop staring at me, you creep."
Santana got up, walking around the table, and waited until Brittany had moved her chair backwards before sliding onto her lap. "Thanks for cooking."
"You're welcome." Brittany replied softly, loosely draping her arms around Santana's waist.
"Did everything go okay at work?"
"Yeah."
"That's good, sweetie." Santana said softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Brittany's lips. "I know I'll only be gone for a few days but I'll miss you. Isn't that disgusting?"
Brittany's lips quirked up into a smile. "I was thinking about how gross we are just earlier today."
"Do we care though?"
"Nope."
"I should probably pack my bag." Santana mumbled unhappily, not quite wanting to move yet.
"You do that and I'll clean up here." Brittany suggested.
"Are you sure?" Santana asked as she reluctantly pulled back and sat up straight. Brittany just nodded so she smiled and gave the taller woman a kiss on the cheek before sliding off her lap. "Okay, I'll be right back."
Brittany smiled after her before she got up and began to clear off the table. She hummed softly to herself as she brought their plates into the kitchen, the smile on her face never faltering. It still amazed her how Santana was able to fill her stomach with butterflies with just a simple look. They had been together for over fours years now but she still praised herself lucky to have met such an amazing woman every day. Santana had stayed by her side through everything; her anxiety, her panic attacks, her therapy sessions, and Brittany knew that it hadn't always been easy for her either. Their relationship had grown to become so strong because of all this, though, and Brittany was certain they'd be able to survive anything together.
"Hey babe, do you want to watch a movie?" Santana's voice broke her out of her thoughts. Brittany nodded and quickly finished washing up. Santana walked closer to her wife and placed her hand on her lower back. "You okay?"
"Yeah I was just daydreaming." Brittany explained, turning towards Santana. The brunette raised her eyebrows questioningly and Brittany smirked bashfully. "About how happy you make me."
Santana groaned.
Brittany playfully pushed Santana away. "Shut up."
Santana grinned and backed Brittany up against the counter, trapping her. She placed her hands on her wife's hips and slightly raised on her toes to capture the blonde's lips with her own. She pulled Brittany's bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled on it for a moment before releasing it. Her heart warmed up at the sight of Brittany's eyelids slowly opening, revealing blue orbs that were clouded over with happiness, and she nudged the other woman's cheek with her nose. "So, how about that movie?"
"Huh?" Brittany blurted out, her thoughts still a mess as a result of Santana's touch that sent tingles all the way down her spine. Santana chuckled and nudged Brittany out of the kitchen. Brittany's eyes dropped to Santana's ass and she bit her lip. "You look so hot, San."
"I'm wearing sweatpants."
"So hot." Brittany repeated in a low murmur.
Santana rolled her eyes and walked up to the TV to pick out a movie. She glanced over her shoulder and watched as Brittany took a seat on the couch, propping her legs up on the coffee table. "Just tell me which movie you want to watch."
"I don't care." Brittany replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
Santana picked out a romantic comedy and quickly put it on before joining Brittany on the couch. Brittany held open her arms and the brunette instantly cuddled into her side, resting her head on her shoulder and sighing contentedly. She pressed a kiss to the underside of Brittany's jaw as the blonde gently stroked her hair.
"Did I tell you that Quinn is dating someone?" Santana asked, placing her hand on Brittany's flat stomach and spreading her fingers. She sighed and stared at the screen for a moment as her fingers gently started to massage the area just below Brittany's belly button, knowing that it had an incredibly relaxing effect on her wife.
"She is?"
"Yeah some guy named Tom."
"Poor guy." Brittany mumbled, fighting the urge to close her eyes as Santana's touch manipulated her body into a state of absolute bliss.
"What?" Santana asked, confused.
Brittany smiled a little. "You know that you can be a little protective sometimes."
"Maybe but aren't you supposed to look out for your friends?"
"Of course." Brittany replied.
"Did you speak to Marley recently?"
"I called her yesterday." Brittany said softly, her entire body buzzing as Santana's fingers continued to gently massage her lower abdomen. She allowed her eyes to momentarily fall closed. "We didn't speak long because she was on her way to meet up with Kitty."
"I still can't believe those two are such close friends now." Santana laughed softly.
"I know right." Brittany said with a smile. "I guess the more they worked with each other, the more they started to like each other. They've gotten really close."
"They sure have." Santana smirked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
"Huh?" Brittany scrunched up her nose in the most adorable way. She opened her eyes to shoot Santana a look of confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"Oh come on, Britt." Santana lifted her head off Brittany's shoulder to see her features more clearly. The blonde just continued to look at her and she let out a giggle at the look of utter confusion on her face. "You really think that they're just friends?" Brittany again didn't say anything and another giggle escaped Santana's mouth. "You don't think there's something going on between them?"
Brittany chewed on the inside of her cheek as she processed Santana's words. "But Marley is straight."
Santana simply rolled her eyes at her wife's words and rested her head on her shoulder again. "Just wait and see." She said confidently. "There's no way that those two are just friends."
"Whatever you say, San." Brittany nuzzled her nose into Santana's soft hair, a subtle smile pulling at the corners of her lips.
By the time the movie came to an end, Santana was leaning heavily against Brittany and Brittany could tell that she was asleep by the way her warm, deep breaths blew steadily against the side of her neck. Brittany yawned and slowly dragged her fingertips up and down Santana's arm, turning her head to place a kiss on the shorter woman's forehead. "Santana." She whispered. "Wake up, baby."
Santana let out a mumble of protest and cuddled even closer to Brittany as she slowly cracked her eyes open. Brittany gently smoothed down Santana's messy hair and shot her a sweet smile. Santana returned the smile sleepily. "Hi."
"Hey." Brittany grinned, stroking her thumb down Santana's jaw. "Let's go to bed. You have to get up early tomorrow and you're tired."
"Okay." Santana mumbled, pulling herself upright and stretching her arms out above her head.
Brittany got up to turn off the TV and quickly walked around the apartment to turn off all the lights and check to see if the door was locked before returning to Santana who was still seated on the couch. Her heart melted at the sight of Santana's droopy eyes and she closed the distance between them, bringing her hands up to stroke her fingers through dark locks. Santana sighed happily and leaned her head against Brittany's stomach.
"Come on." Brittany said softly.
She coaxed Santana into a standing position and led her into the bedroom. They brushed their teeth and got changed before crawling under the covers. Santana rolled onto her side and smiled when Brittany settled behind her, wrapping her arms around her waist protectively. She tangled their legs together and slowly ran her hand over Brittany's thigh, caressing the exposed skin. "Goodnight, Britt."
Brittany pressed a kiss to the back of Santana's neck and closed her eyes. "Good night, San."
"Do you have everything?" Brittany asked as she walked Santana to the door the following morning. Santana rummaged through her purse to check if she had brought everything she needed before looking at Brittany and nodding in confirmation. The blonde pursed her lips as they came to a stop. "I wish I could drop you off at the airport."
"I know, babe." Santana said as she placed her hands on Brittany's hips and pulled her closer. "But I understand that you have to be at the studio."
"Yeah." Brittany mumbled, her pout still in place. She sighed and glanced into warm, brown orbs. "Call me when you get there, okay?"
"Always." Santana replied, reaching up to adjust to collar of Brittany's sweatshirt. She brushed her lips over Brittany's to make her pout go away before pressing a light kiss to them. She pulled Brittany even closer and enveloped her in a tight hug, breathing out slowly when she felt her wife's arms wrap around her shoulders. "I love you."
"I love you too." Brittany replied, her voice muffled because her face was pressed against Santana's shoulder. "Please be safe."
"I will be." Santana assured her, rubbing her back comfortingly. They embraced for a little while longer until the brunette pulled back. She reached up to caress Brittany's cheek and couldn't stop herself from pressing another kiss to her lips. When she pulled back, Brittany was finally smiling and she let out a sigh of relief. "I should go."
"Okay." Brittany whispered, watching as Santana picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder. She held open the door and Santana shot her one last smile before stepping outside. Brittany leaned against the doorframe and gave Santana an encouraging look. "I'll talk to you soon."
Santana nodded, and Brittany followed her with her eyes as she walked away, waiting until she was completely out of sight before going back inside and closing the door behind her. She ran her fingers through her hair and made her way into the bedroom to get ready for work.
When Brittany came home from work that night, a sad feeling squeezed her heart at how empty the apartment felt without Santana's presence. She sighed but shook it off and went to take a shower. A little while later, she was sitting on the couch with a plate of food in her hands. She stared at the TV but couldn't really concentrate on what was happening on the screen.
It were moments like these that were the hardest. She knew that Santana was safe because she had called her earlier but being so far away from her wife always made her anxious, even though she also knew that she wasn't alone to help out if needed. She had friends, family, but it was like her mind just wouldn't listen to her.
She swallowed a few times and picked up her glass of water, taking a few sips. It was completely silent in the apartment, apart from the sounds of the TV, and that unsettled her. She set her glass down again along with her plate and leaned back comfortably against the couch.
She knew that she had to calm herself down before it was too late so she closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, repeating Dr. Hill's words in her head. Breathe in for four seconds. Hold your breath for seven seconds. Exhale breath for eight seconds. Repeat. After a few minutes, the tight feeling in her chest disappeared and she felt the tension disappear from her body too.
Brittany smiled to herself. A few years ago, she couldn't control her anxiety at all but now she was almost always able to keep herself from panicking. It showed how much progress she had made. She didn't admit it often but she was proud of herself.
She stood up and walked over to the bookshelf. She let her fingers glide over the covers before picking out a book. Grabbing a blanket on her way back, she settled comfortably on the couch and got ready to spend the next few hours relaxing.
Before she knew it, it was past ten o'clock and she decided to go to bed early. She got ready for bed and had just settled under the covers when her phone buzzed. A smile automatically lit up her face when she saw Santana's name pop up on her screen, indicating that she had a new text message. In the message, Santana asked her if she could come online on Skype and she quickly grabbed her laptop.
"Hey." Brittany smiled brightly when Santana's face appeared on the screen.
"Hi baby." Santana said cheerfully. She was in her hotel room, relaxing on her bed. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun and she was wearing a sweater that she had borrowed from Brittany. She looked absolutely adorable and Brittany's heart fluttered in her chest as she took in the sight of her. "You weren't already asleep, were you?"
"Not yet." Brittany replied as she pulled herself upright, leaning back against the headboard. "How was your day?"
"Busy." Santana told her simply, just before a yawn escaped her mouth. Brittany watched her silently with a soft smile on her face. She knew that these trips could be exhausting for Santana so she loved how her wife always tried to make time to Skype with her. "What about yours? How was work?"
"It was good." Brittany said softly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. "I miss you."
A small smile graced Santana's features as she tilted her head in adoration. "I miss you too."
"I don't like sleeping without you but I know it's for a good reason." Brittany mumbled, reaching up to shyly tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes flickered down to her hands as her cheeks heated up slightly. "I'm really proud of you, Santana. You've accomplished so much over the last few years. I mean look at you, you're in L.A. representing one of the best known magazines in the world. You're amazing."
"Britt." Santana whined, not sure how to react to Brittany's sudden shower of compliments. "Thank you."
Brittany shrugged as she looked up again. "So, what did you have for dinner?"
"Nothing special. I ordered room service." Santana said, shifting slightly to get more comfortable.
Brittany nodded but stayed quiet. Her eyes flickered around the room as her thoughts wandered off without her even realizing. Lately, she had been thinking about starting a family with Santana more and more often. The thought of sharing an experience like having kids with the love of her life made her heart speed up in the best possible way. However, she wasn't sure if Santana also felt like they were ready and she was a little afraid to bring it up. They had gotten a lot better at communicating than they were in the early stages of their relationship but this was something she felt really nervous about and she didn't even know how to start a conversation about this topic.
"Babe?" Santana called out softly, frowning when Brittany's eyes snapped back to hers. "What were you thinking about?"
Brittany cleared her throat and ducked her head, trying to hide the blush that was quickly spreading across her cheeks. "Nothing." She said quickly, not giving Santana the chance to ask more questions. "You should get some sleep. You look tired."
"I guess I am a little." Santana agreed. She was silent for a moment as she carefully studied Brittany's features. "Are you sure you're okay? Have you been feeling anxious at all?"
"Nothing different than usual." Brittany told her truthfully. "I felt a little panicky when I came home from work but I calmed myself down." Santana nodded with a small smile. "Don't look at me like that."
"I can't help it." Santana chuckled softly. "I'm just so happy that you've been doing so well."
Brittany couldn't help but smile. "Me too."
Santana looked at her for a moment before she spoke again. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good night, baby." Santana said as she blew a kiss to the screen. Brittany pretended to catch the kiss and pressed her hand to her chest, eliciting a laugh from Santana that sounded like music to her ears. "I love you."
Brittany sent her a beaming smile. "I love you too."
She waited for the screen to go black before closing her laptop and setting it aside. She got comfortable under the covers again on Santana's side of the bed, burying her face in the pillow and inhaling the familiar scent of her wife. She sighed and closed her eyes, hoping to fall asleep soon.