This is just really, really short. The idea just came to me when I was watching the Breadstix scene in Pot O Gold for the five thousandth time.
Disclaimer: Brittana isn't mine, and neither is Glee.
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It's just that I'm really happy.
She hadn't thought about it before. She'd never really considered how this new relationship made her feel.
She knew it was good, she knew it was different from the physical relationships she'd had with countless guys, she knew what she felt was something entirely different from the anger that normally engulfed her mind, but she'd never really thought exactly what... she'd never really thought to much about it at all.
But now she'd just said it out loud, without hesitation or a doubt in her mind, without even having to think why she was crying, it was as if somewhere in her head she'd known all along, that this was it, the blue eyed blond haired beauty sitting across the table from her was her definition of happiness.
Of course she'd let the thought cross her mind before, on nights when they had sleepovers and she'd wake in the night for some reason and feel Brittany's warm body against hers, the heat radiating from it bringing her a different kind of warmth, one that warmed her soul, one that made her feel safe, and protected and well... loved.
Or days in class, when she just really wasn't in the mood for whatever lesson they happen to be sitting in, when the teacher kept asking her the questions she didn't know the answer to, she'd just look at Brittany and feel that same warmth as Brittany's innocent blue eyes met hers and her lips curved into a shy, almost vulnerable smile that prompted her to stay in the room, if not for her own sake, then just so Brittany wouldn't have to sit alone.
Or even them days when they'd be lying on the couch in Santana's small family room, watching whatever old movie happened to be on, and she'd start to feel Brittany's low breaths against her shoulder, letting her know that the blonde had drifted off to sleep, and it was then that she'd steel a quick glance, and let the purity of her features be engraved in her mind, her slow even breaths so peaceful, a small smile still on her lips, looking as though all of the troubles of that day, or week were on anyone's shoulders but her own and making Santana feel, that the world could end in this moment, because she had found her perfect thing.
But now, sitting in Breadstix, a single tear beginning to roll from her eye, she finally realized it, she had put it all together and realized that all those little feelings, all those little things that made her day, no matter how crappy, feel worth it, that was happiness... that was love.
Santana Lopez was in love, and she couldn't be happier.