You dream of her again.
You dream of bright hair, and pale skin, and eyes as blue as twilight. You dream of hesitant touches, and delicate smiles, and gentle laughter. You dream of soft bedsheets, and naked bodies pressed close. You dream of jaw kisses, and neck kisses, and trailing down your body kisses. You dream of her lips against yours, the feel of them nestling between your own. You dream of her body nestled between your legs, your bare bodies intertwined, her heartbeat in time with your own as your chests touch, her small, content smile as she stares into your eyes, how she brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ears, cupping your jaw as she leans down and kisses you softly, quickly, before again looking into your eyes, as though she can see your very soul, and she whispers it into the silent room. The words that you long to hear.
'I love you.'
And it's true. And you dream. You tell her you love her too and you're happy, the two of you together.
But that's all it is. A dream.
You wake up and it's not her arms around you, but the boyfriend pillow that Kurt gave you, that he turned into a girl for you, the same one who you adjusted even more so it felt like her. You want to carry on dreaming, be in your perfect world, a world where there's no Lima, or even New York. No Kurt, no Rachel, certainly no Sam. No nothing. Just you and her together, for eternity. You don't care where you both are, all you know is that you belong together. You. And her. Santana. And Brittany.
You weren't just girlfriends, but best friends. And that hurts you more than anything. Because you feel as though you're losing her. You haven't though. At least, not yet. You are sure that some day soon it'll be all okay again, the two of you will be together, and happy, and in love. But until then you'll do exactly what you have been doing since you broke up.
You dream of her.