A*N - quick drabble for the one I miss right now. You should be here with Ellie at our feet. I don't know, I'm sleepy and I miss you.
Santana took a deep breath, holding it in for a second and closing her eyes. It had felt like years since she last had this perfect reflective moment, though in reality it had only been a few long months.
She scooted back into arms that tightened around her in a familiar way, one hand wrapping its way around her naked stomach in a way that felt almost maternal. She felt a nose nudging itself closer to her neck, exposed from Brittany sweeping it away earlier when they first fell back into bed after an exhaustingly long but oh so satisfying romp in the sheets, followed by a nice long shower encore. She felt that same little nose lightly take in her scent, something Brittany had always admitted comforted her and made her sleep deeper.
Santana could understand that. Something about her making Brittany sleep better. Santana personally slept better after just hearing Brittany's voice. Something about the way it would go from excited and distracted to slowly focusing in right before the slow slurs as sleep overcame her beautiful girl just lulled her to sleep as well. She had slept better herself for the past week now that Brittany moved in than the long achingly lonely months previously without her. Sure, she had had Dani, but that was only a rebound distraction. The first girl who was into girls Santana had met after her heart was broken by her own stupidity.
Dani was also gorgeous. She was funny and talented. But she was no Brittany. What she was, was here. Something Brittany couldn't be, though Santana knew she desperately wanted to be. She had to break it off because she didn't want to be tempted and hurt Brittany, but in doing that hurt them both so much more. But now all was well and they were reunited and happier and more in love after their separation. More appreciative as well.
Santana took a moment to stretch her legs, already feeling the bit of soreness that would come and bite her in the ass tomorrow. All worth it to make Brittany moan the way she did. Santana missed that. She missed everything about her girl. To prove it even more, she couldn't help but chuckle when her stretched leg accidentally booted poor Lord Tubbington off of his post curled up by their feet. The cat growled and almost sighed before hopping back up, making Santana aware that he didn't miss her so much.
This girl. Brittany. She had given her hope in the darkest moments of her life. Her personal ray of sunshine. The beautiful blonde had her own troubles and worries. Being bullied and laughed at for being "stupid" and because she slept around. Of course, nobody pointed out how the guys would use Brittany's caring demeanor to convince her to sleep with them so they would feel better. Either way, Brittany was drowning in self doubt so much but nobody would ever know it.
Except Santana. The many nights she opened her door to a crying Brittany. Taking her in and to the bed and just holding her tight and telling her she will be okay. Those moments nobody else got to see but made Santana even more fiercely protective of her girl.
She hates to think that Sam probably got to do that when she left.
Santana shakes her head and squeezes her eyes closed for a second. The past hurts. So she's going to let it go until it rears its ugly head again because for now, she can feel the warmth that only comes from being the little spoon to Brittany's big spoon. The safe and calm feeling like nothing could ever go wrong as long as Brittany is in her life. She feels unbeatable.
"I love you, Brittany." She whispers to herself and she finally lets dreams of puppies, kittens, and even a few mini-mes running around an at home dance studio take over.