A/N: Hey everyone! So here's a new fic that randomly popped into mind. So how it came about, I was listening to the song, '30 Days' by The Saturdays, and thought that if Brittana were apart somehow, that this would be a suitable song for them as such. So the premise of the story is that the girls a apart, for 30 days. And they miss each other terribly. And Santana, not being as busy as Brittany, decides to pen her a song. Which will be '30 Days'
*DISCLAIMER* I DO NOT OWN THE LYRICS TO THE SONG.
The chapters will vary in length, and go back and forth from Santana's POV to Brittany's POV and some chapters will involve both of them.
Hope you all enjoy the ride!
Ohh, and for those waiting on an update for 'I Know That It's A Little Bit Frightening,' I'm hoping to have that up soon. I'm part way through the next chapter. And for those waiting on a 'Graduation Day,' update, I am so so so so so so so sorry it's not been updated since January. Although each chapter for it already has a plot as such, I've legit just struggled to finish the next chapter. So I shall endeavor to push through and get it done!
She only left yesterday. Yesterday. And damn, I miss her so freakin' much.
Her crooked little smile, always a little toothy. Those eyes that sparkle like gems. Her golden hair that shines like the sun. I miss it all, and then some. Thank god mama got me that job, or I'd sit in my room and go crazy. And then probably attempt to walk all the way to Florida.
When she told me she got accepted into the program, my heart exploded.
Exploded because I was so damn proud.
She'd worked so hard on her audition piece. Now, she's miles away in another state (which I hate) and she's going to do what she loves and learn from some of the best choreographers in the country (which I love).
Wow, I just can't wait for her to be back already. To hear all about the master classes. (All over again, I know when we talk on the phone, that I'll get a run down. But in person, I can see her facial expressions and body language, she gets so into descriptions, and it's bloody adorable). I can't wait to hold her again. To have her in my arms. To fall asleep in bed with her. To cuddle and kiss her. To laugh with her. She's the love of my life. And that will never, ever change.
Thirty more days. Thirty days to love. Hang on, I know what I could do for her, I can write her a song. About how I felt, and all that. How much I missed her. And I can show her when she gets home.
And with that, Santana fetched her notebook, and her guitar, and started penning the beginning of her song for Brittany.