"I can't believe we're actually doing this," Santana says as they get up from their uncomfortable seats to stand in line with a chunk of other people on the same flight as them. She's looking at Brittany with a love sick expression as she speaks, her lips curving up in a smile a wide smile.
It's been a few weeks since the Glee Club had been officially shut down by Sue Sylvester, and since Brittany had surprised Santana with one way tickets to Lesbos. Of course by only taking the name into consideration, the imaginative blonde thought it was an island inhabited with lesbians and bisexuals — she didn't want to leave those gals out. But upon Santana telling her this magical place wasn't actually filled with lesbians and instead German tourists, the blonde was admittedly happy that they ended up getting tickets back to America.
She did do her research though, and found out that the islands demonym was lesbian — which, after Googling, meant the meaning for that weird word wasn't actually saying that demon lesbians lived there. It instead meant that it was a name for the people who lived there. Like people from Canada are Canadian, or at least that's what Wikipedia told her.
Nevertheless, Brittany was more than overjoyed to be doing this. The location of where they went hardly even mattered to her anymore, but the idea of going somewhere alone with Santana, just the two of them, was what was keeping her in a more cheerful mood than usual. They could be going to Arizona to visit the blonde's crazy side of her family for all she cared, as long as she was with Santana was all that mattered to her.
In response to Santana's statement, Brittany smiles just as wide, picking up her luggage and giggling cutely like she did when she was nervous. "Are you excited?" she asks, adjusting her carry on in her arms.
"Are you kidding?" Santana asks chuckling. She finds it adorable how for the past two weeks, they've done nothing but prepare and talk nonstop about this trip, yet Brittany still asks constantly if she was excited. "Of course I am, B. It's all I've been thinking about since you asked me," she says sweetly, causing a small blush to flush across the blonde girls pale cheeks.
If there was one thing Brittany didn't like about being as pale as she was — except for the fact that she had to wear loads of sunscreen whenever she went out in the sun — it was that it was so obvious whenever she blushed. Though around Santana it didn't bug her too much anymore.
"Just making sure," Brittany smiles as she walks a few steps up in line.
Admittedly the blonde was a little nervous when she had proposed the idea to run away together to an island of lesbians. She knew that Santana was afraid to love her again. It showed the first time they kissed when they were speaking about Brittany's scientist peeps back at MIT while eating churros. In a way, it was just like high school again. Santana was always too frightened to admit her feelings for Brittany because she didn't want to accept the fact she was a lesbian. But now it wasn't she didn't want to accept her sexuality, because she did, and she sure as hell made sure everyone knew how confident she was about it. But loving Brittany was what scared her. Well, until a few weeks ago that is.
As they board the plane, Brittany takes the window seat and watches the beautiful Latina take a seat beside her. She knows despite her bad ass and tough girl attitude, Santana has a terrible fear of heights, so she always takes the window seat no matter what. Not that she minded, Brittany loved the idea of being hundreds of feet up in the air above the clouds, it fascinated her. On the other hand, Santana looked like she was going to be sick already.
Without hesitating, Brittany slides her arm behind Santana's shoulders, bringing her a little bit closer. They'd be pressed right up against each other if the dumb arm rest would allow them to. "Don't be nervous," Brittany says with a smile, hoping to calm the girl down. "It's only a ten hour long flight —" Santana scoffs at Brittany's use of only, "— and it's overnight, so we're going to be sleeping anyways. See? We're already in our pj's!"
Knowing the flight was going to be overnight, the girls made sure to dress comfortable. Santana dressed in a pair of skinny sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt that Brittany's one hundred percent sure she stole from her closet. The blonde, on the other hand, is dressed exactly how she says they are — in her pajamas. She's wearing a pair of super fuzzy pj pants covered in cats playing with balls of yarn, and a big t-shirt with a picture of Mickey Mouse on the front which she got from her last visit to Disney World.
Santana nods her head silently, feeling her anxiety already starting to rise. She's thankful she brought some melatonin with her so she could be knocked out for liftoff. Zipping open her carry on, which was more like another suitcase — Brittany isn't sure if it even fit in the carry on template thing
— the anxious Latina pulls out a small water bottle and a couple of pills. She spins the cap on the water open and takes a gulp before she drops four pills into her mouth and swallows them with ease.
Brittany watches her with an amused expression on her face, finding her fear of being on airplanes absolutely adorable. "Feel better?" she asks cheekily, causing Santana to roll her eyes and crack a smile. Score! A smile; exactly what she was hoping for.
"Yeah yeah, make fun all you want," Santana says, raising her hands in a surrendering manor. "At least I'ma be catching some Z's while you're awake for the next God knows how long," she sighs, feeling a headache already coming on.
"Ten hours. But if you wanna get technical, it's ten hours and thirty three minutes," Brittany clarifies with a grin, having no problem in being a know-it-all.
Santana chuckles, feeling Brittany's bubbly attitude lifting some of the uneasiness she had. "Smart ass," she smirks under her breath, making it loud enough for Brittany to hear.
"You love it," the blonde retorts, quickly leaning over and pressing her lips against Santana's defined cheekbone. "Just go to sleep, baby. We'll be there before you know it."
Santana nods her head, knowing the melatonin is quickly taking its effect on her. Normally it takes almost thirty minutes for the brunette to even begin to feel a little drowsy. But considering she downed more than one pill, it's obvious they're working at a much faster rate.
Brittany immediately senses the girls fatigue and pulls her closer, silently offering her shoulder as a pillow. It's not the comfiest thing in the world because of how skinny she is, but Santana doesn't pass the opportunity up.
Her head is already lying in the crook of Brittany's neck as the girls words repeat in her head.
Just go to sleep, baby. We'll be there before you know it… We'll be there before you know it…. Before you know it…..
And she's out.
Unfortunately, 'before you know it' ends up being a lot longer than Santana hopes.
Due to some bad turbulence — because really, something had to go wrong during the flight — the brunette wakes up multiple times. Luckily Brittany always notices the second she stirs and coos her back to sleep within a few minutes. The next time she wakes up though, instead of heading right back to la la land, she decides to look at the time to see how much longer she had to suffer through this torture.
She looks down at her watch, struggling to see where the little hands were pointing to. Santana hadn't bothered to wear her contacts since she was going to be sleeping for a full night — she's learned one too many times that snoozing with little cups of plastic in your eyes isn't the best thing to do. And her glasses were tucked safely away in her carry on so the only option to see clearly was to bring her wrist right up to her face.
"Four twenty six…" she mumbles to herself, trying to remember what time their flight was said to leave at.
Santana looks up at Brittany, finding for once, the blonde girl was actually asleep. Every time she previously woken up, the other girl was always awake. Maybe a little tired, but up nonetheless. Santana had begun to worry that Brittany wouldn't be getting any sleep the whole ride. And now being that she was actually asleep, she hated that she needed to wake her up.
Maybe if she just lightly nudges her, asks the time they took off and quietly leads her back into sleep it'll be okay.
"Britt," Santana says in a mumble, aware other people around them are asleep. She gets no response from the sleeping beauty and Santana sighs. "Brittany…" she sings softly, nudging her arm.
The tall girl begins to stir but she's still fast asleep.
Santana wrinkles her nose, biting her lip as she tries to figure out a way to wake her up gently. It only takes her ten seconds to come up with an idea that is sure to work.
Leaning over the arm rest, Santana softly presses her lips against Brittany's cheek. She holds her lips there, seeing if it was enough to rouse the girl. But, of course, it isn't. So, Santana begins pecking small kisses along Brittany's face; peppering them all over her cheeks, nose, forehead, and finally her lips.
The instant their lips touch, the sleepy blonde is giggling against Santana's lips, pulling away so she could yawn before looking to her with a lazy smile.
"You were awake that whole time weren't you?" Santana asks, impressed that Brittany had managed to keep a stone cold face until their lips touched.
Brittany simply smiles and nods her head. Her arms wrap around the smaller girls' body and she brings her closer, again hating the arm rest between them. "It was a super duper nice way to wake up though," she says, her voice groggy with sleep.
As tricked as she feels, Santana can't help but find a sleepy Brittany the most adorable thing she's ever seen. "Mhm, I bet it was," she teases, pecking her lips again before she remembers why she woke her up in the first place. "Hey, I was wondering… What time did the flight take off?" she asks, her head resting against Brittany's bicep.
Brittany stretches and yawns as Santana asks her question. She scratches the side of her head and thinks to herself — when did they take off?
"I think…around nine thirty? Or nine thirty five… One of those two," she says, shrugging her shoulders and closing her eyes back up, hoping for sleep to find her again.
Quickly Santana does the math in her head and sighs in relief. They've been flying for roughly seven hours, which means they only have three more left. That isn't so bad; it's just like watching three episode of Sweet Valley High in a row, which she's definitely done more than once.
The Latina looks up to thank Brittany but stops herself, noticing the blonde is already asleep again, little snores escaping her slightly opened mouth. She smiles softly at the scene, knowing Brittany only snores when she's extremely tired. There isn't a doubt in her mind that she had stayed up as long as she could just in case Santana woke up, but after staying awake for nearly twenty four hours since this morning, it isn't a shock that she eventually had to doze off for a while.
Santana finds herself yawning as she admires Brittany's sleeping form and rests her head more relaxed against the girls arm, almost immediately slipping into dreamland again.
"Goooooood morning passengers! This is your pilot speaking. The time is currently one forty five PM here in the beautiful island of Lesbos. The temperature is a warm twenty five degrees Celsius, 77 degrees Fahrenheit. We'll be landing in about ten minutes so I highly recommend everyone starts getting up and putting on your seatbelts! Thank you."
Brittany wakes up peacefully as the pilots' voice finishes booming over the speaker. She stretches out similar to how a cat would, like she does every morning when she wakes up, and opens her mouth in a wide yawn. Even if she only caught a few hours of sleep, she feels completely rested and reenergised. Whether it's from only getting four hours of down time or from her pure excitement for finally arriving at their destination, she has no clue. But she figures it doesn't even matter.
With a wide smile spread across her face, Brittany looks down at a disheveled, waking up Santana, giggling at her appearance. Her normally perfectly straighten dark brown hair is messy and little hairs are flying out in weird places. Her makeup is smeared underneath her eyes, bringing Brittany back to before they left for the airport when she asked the girl why she even bothered to be wearing makeup since no one was going to see them. But nevertheless, it simply added to how adorable Santana looked.
"Good morning, Sunshine! It seems like you got a pretty awesome sleep," Brittany teases, leaning over to grab her carry on she had left on the floor and placing it on her lap.
Santana groans in response, sounding scarily comparable to the monster she used to think lived under her bed when she was younger. She's never been a morning person.
Brittany giggles and helps her put her seatbelt on. "Don't worry, baby, we'll be landing soon."
An hour later, the two girls are stepping out of the Lesbos airport and looking out onto the island, speechless.
"Wow…" Santana breathes, nearly letting go of the handle on her suitcase as she attempts to take in the view of the island. "It's…"
"Perfect," Brittany finishes for her, not even trying to contain the large smile she was sporting.
Santana nods slowly, agreeing with her without a moment of hesitation. "Yeah…definitely perfect."
Hey y'all! So I got inspiration for this at one am this morning and since I'm still finding it hard to believe that Glee 100 and part two actually happened, I was just wound up with so many Brittana feels that I had to write about it. I'm planning on making this a multi-chapter fic, how long exactly? I don't know yet. But let me know what you think! Merci for reading :3
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