Title: it was love to me
Pairing: Brittany/Santana, side Brian/Justin
Rating: M
Summary: Post Season 2. Brittany and Santana spend the last month of their summer vacation in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. It's there on Liberty Avenue that they find their footing as individuals and as a couple, with just a little companionship from Justin and Brian along the way.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or Queer as Folk
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now I'm just chasing time
with a thousand dreams I'm holding heavy
and as we cross the lines, these fading beats have all been severed
don't tell me our youth is running out
it's only just begun
- Foxes
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Santana Lopez stood on the upper level catwalk of Babylon and looked down at the mob of people moving to the beat of the music and she couldn't help but think that this was it.
Her moment. The moment. Where everything would begin. Where she took her first steps at the precipice of everything she ever was or would ever be.
It was her last night on Liberty Avenue and after this she would go back to her own life, her own hometown and her own friends and her own circumstances, only this time she would begin to live in her own way, on her own terms.
There was no going back.
At least that's what the man at her side told her.
''It's already begun,'' Brian Kinney said as stood at her right.
She turned to him. ''What's already begun?''
''Your reign.''
They smiled wickedly at each other; there was a silent, unspoken understanding and bond between them that was simply too complex, too confusing to ever be defined or described. They were cut from the same clothe. They didn't share blood but as much as they had tried to fight it and deny it they had, deep down, the same DNA of the soul.
''Dance?'' he asked, looking at her through the confetti that rained down upon them.
She gave him a silent, single nod as answer and together they made their way down to the lower level. The crowds parted for them like royalty until they reached the large platform in the center of the club. They climbed the handful of stairs to stand atop it so that they were once again looking down upon the masses below. A king and queen surveying their kingdom.
Despite the fact that Santana had spent nearly a month on Liberty Avenue, in this place with these people she'd never danced with Brian. During her time here she'd danced with Justin, Emmett, hell, even Michael, and of course Brittany.
But then. Her whole life felt like a dance with Brittany.
Somehow, though, she thought it only right that her first dance with Brian be their only dance.
A new song began and the bright lights of the club flashed around them, floating around and above and through their bodies. The building pulsed with a certain energy. It wasn't just neon lights, it wasn't just a pop song, it wasn't just a computer generated beat. It was liberation. It was a series of rising chords suggestive of transformation and possibility.
Worry. Doubt. Fear. They had no dominion over her. Not anymore. Not ever again. She was free of it.
Not as long as she had the ability to give herself over to this, to song, to something bigger and greater than herself. It was on the dance floor where she found strength, resolution and ultimately her own salvation. Anointed by the glitter in the air and pulse of that glorious thumpa-thumpa that kept them all alive.
As she and Brian moved to the music together, hands up, she was never more certain. No matter what happened, no matter where she was or what the world would try to throw at her...
...she will survive.
