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It wasn't the first time that they'd fall asleep curled up together. Santana actually couldn't remember a time she had slept in this bed in the middle of the day without being curled up to Brittany. Brittany always played big spoon, clutching Santana for all she was worth, her chest pressed firmly to the Latina's back, her arm wound around her hips. Santana liked knowing Brittany was close. Most of the time, whenever the two lay together like that, Brittany would be the first to doze off. Santana wouldn't join her in dream land for another fifteen minutes.
Santana ran her fingers over Brittany's arm, up and down, from the wrist to the elbow and back, letting her fingers flutter gently over the skin. She knew that Brittany loved it when she did that (she was a lot like her cats in that way), and as she did so Brittany snorted once and buried her nose in the back of Santana's neck. The Latina giggled and sank into the touch, the feel, of her best friend. She was engulfed by her smell, her warmth, her touch, and it just felt…
Awesome.
She remembered the first time that they had done this, Santana had told her about a legend in Japan that said that if you slept touching a person, you'd both have the same dream. Brittany had proceeded to lie them both down on the mattress and say 'Then don't have any bad dreams'.
She never did, not in Brittany's arms.
Brittany was like her personal dream catcher, a net against all the worries of the world, against people and their hate and their looks, against bad dreams, against school, against family…
Brittany mumbled something in her sleep, the breath issuing from her mouth tickling the back of Santana's neck. Santana squirmed slightly before settling back down again, clasping Brittany's hand with her own.
'I love you Britt…' she thought, hopefully loud enough for Brittany's thought to pick up too. Brittany always said that the two of them had some sort of mental connection, that that was why they were soul mates. Santana would silently agree. It made sense, after all…
"San…" Brittany mumbled in her sleep again, forming a coherent word this time. Santana shot up, sitting on the mattress and staring at the blonde, who was too deep in sleep to notice that Santana was gone.
"San…"
"Yeah, Britt?" she coaxed, switching her position to lie down facing the girl this time. "I'm here. What's wrong?"
"San I…"
"U-hu?"
"I love you…" Brittany spoke into the pillow, a muffled version of the three words Santana had been waiting to here for as long as she could remember.
Santana leaned forward and kissed Brittany's hairline, smiling. "I love you too…" She curled back into Brittany in her previous position – back to chest, arms curled around her hips – and closed her eyes, feeling drowsiness grey her vision at the edges.
It wasn't the first time they had slept curled up together like this.
Santana just hoped that this would never be the last.