DISCLAIMER: I do not own Glee, nor do I own any of the characters mentioned in this story.
"Psst."
Santana feels the bed shift beside her, and she opens her eyes, one before the other, blinking drowsily.
"B- Britt? Why are you- what time is it…"
"2 A.M. Shhh- listen to the song playing."
Brittany's eyes shine under the glow the moonlight casts on the bed, and she smiles, wriggling her eyebrows. Santana strains her ears to hear the soft music coming from her iPod dock on the nightstand, and it doesn't take long before she recognizes the slow beat of an Ed Sheeran song.
Settle down with me
Cover me up
Cuddle me in
"Can you hear it?" Brittany's whisper cuts through the silence.
"Yeah," Santana whispers back. "Kiss Me, right?" "Mhmm." Brittany giggles, and, okay, the amount of flutters that rise up in Santana's stomach when she hears the sound is totally unfair. She feels a blush creeping up to her cheeks, so she closes her eyes and listens carefully.
And hold me
In your arms
And your heart's against my chest, lips pressed to my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet
And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now
She feels the bed shift again, and her eyes open to see Brittany standing up at the foot of the bed, holding a hand out towards her. "Dance with me?" She grins.
"Britt…"
"Come on." Brittany's voice is quieter now. "Please?"
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Well, Santana's never been able to say no to Brittany, anyways.
Falling in love
We're falling in love
She sighs. "Okay."
Santana pulls herself up and wriggles out of the duvet, setting her feet on the floor and standing up. The warmth from the bed vanishes instantly, and the chill of the air-conditioned room sends a shiver down her spine. Brittany beckons; she shuffles over to her, and they stand in the large space in between Santana's bed and her bedroom door.
And I'll be your safety
You'll be my lady
I was made to keep your body warm
But I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms, oh no
Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's neck, and Brittany places her hands on Santana's waist. They smile at each other, giggling softly as both of them shiver in their pajamas. Brittany starts swaying, and Santana follows.
Lips pressed to my neck
I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet
And with this feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now
"Britt?" Santana says softly.
"Yeah?"
Santana looks into Brittany's eyes – the calming, ocean blue shade she could spend hours getting lost in. She smiles, bashful. "I love you."
A smile spreads across Brittany's face.
"I love you too."
She tilts her head up – Brittany meets her halfway, and their lips meet.
Santana melts into the kiss. These are the ones she loves the most, the kinds of kisses she would never tire of – the slow, soft kisses she shares with Brittany, no rush and just full of emotions and unspoken I love yous.
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love
We're falling in love
Brittany pulls away, her eyes closed, and she hums long to the song as they sway slowly. Santana buries her face into the crook of Brittany's neck and sighs contentedly.
Yeah I've been feeling everything
From hate to love
From love to lust
From lust to truth
I guess that's how I know you
Santana pulls back slightly. "Britt?"
"Yeah, babe?"
She stares into Brittany's eyes for a few moments before looking away. "I'll be ready soon, I promise." And she doesn't elaborate, but from the way Brittany's eyes soften, she knows she understands.
"Oh, baby..."
"Hm?"
"You don't- you don't have to hurry. I'll be here, Santana. Always." Then she smiles playfully. "Have you forgotten? I'm yours, Santana. Proudly so."
Santana's breath hitches. That line - proudly so - plays over and over in her head, because the last time Brittany uttered it, she was someone else's and Santana felt like her entire world was falling apart, but now they're together and - after all this time, after everything they've gone through, the pain, the heartache - Brittany's here, and she's her's, and the thought of it all makes Santana want to cry and kiss Brittany until the world ceases to exist and the only things left are them.
"Britt..."
"San?"
"I- I love you. I love you. I love you."
Brittany presses a kiss to her forehead. "I love you too, Santana."
Kiss me like you wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
You wanna be loved
This feels like falling in love
Falling in love
We're falling in love.