Santana was on the first bus home after Sam explained everything Brittany had been through in the past week. She wished the stupid bus would go faster, as every second sitting on the damn thing was a second without Brittany in her arms. Her heart hurts when she thinks of Brittany in pain. Guilt courses through Santana's body. She was too immersed in college life to see how deeply Brittany was affected. The bus finally comes to a stop and when her feet hit the ground, Santana is running down the road without a second thought. Brittany's house comes into view and Santana stops dead in her tracks, as familiar laughter echoes through the stillness of the street. Brittany's dancing, fluidly moving through each step as she always has done. After a few more twists and turns, Brittany finally spots her, jaw falling open in surprise. Then they are both running as if they have never gone faster in their lives. Santana drops her bag and opens her arms for Brittany to jump into, wrapping her legs around Santana's waist. Santana stumbles a bit under the shear force but she regains her balance, looking into the bluest eyes. Brittany leans her head down, closing the gap between them. She kisses Santana slowly with all the passion she has ever felt. They don't know how long they have been kissing but it's like they have been waiting for this moment forever. They pull apart and rest their foreheads together.
"I'm so sorry Britt, I wasn't here… You needed me and I wasn't here"
Brittany lets her legs fall back to the ground, her hands still clasped around Santana's neck "San, its okay. You're here now. You're here" she says wiping at the tear falling down Santana's cheek.
"I've missed you so much. It's so hard without you"
"I've missed you too," she kisses Santana again and again, their hearts beating fast yet still in sync like they always have been "Just checking you're actually here" she whispers in between kisses. It has been over a month, far too long for either of them and longer than they have ever been apart before.
Santana grins at her and they're lost in each others eyes again. A thousand words passing through their eyes with an understanding only they will know.
"I love you so so much Brittany" Santana says as she kisses her again just because she can.
"And, I love you Santana. Come inside and have dinner with us?" Brittany asks whilst interlacing their fingers together. Brittany smiles softly at the way they fit so perfectly and how she will never get used to how beautiful Santana's skin looks against her own.
Santana grabs her bag and looks at Brittany with a shy smile as she nods.
"That was amazing, thank you Mrs P" Santana exclaims as she squeezes Brittany's hand which is resting comfortably on Santana's thigh. They haven't stopped touching, both of them silently whishing that this is not a dream. Mrs Pierce smiles at the way Santana still calls her Mrs P even though she has insisted otherwise.
"You are welcome Santana, it's good to know my stew still packs a mean punch," Mrs Pierce says with a grin and a wink "It's so lovely you came to visit. I know how much Brittany misses you. Every night at the dinner table, she shares a new story of something silly you two have done together"
"Mom, please stop" she glances at Santana, who is smiling widely at her but with a hint of sadness that tells Brittany, she hates being away from her.
"Oh Britt, you got a little something," Santana brushes her finger down the corner of Brittany's mouth "Got it"
Brittany blushes as she stands up, pulling Santana along with her "Come on you, you're looking sleepy"
"Have you seen your Mom yet?" Brittany asks from her bed where she is resting her head on her hand, watching as Santana slips into more comfortable clothes.
Santana shakes her head "No, I promised Mami I would see her tomorrow"
Santana slips under the covers next to Brittany, moulding their bodies together effortlessly.
"You're wearing my sweater" Brittany grins.
"It's the only way I can get to sleep… It smells like you" Santana replies shyly.
Brittany pushes at the material and places her hand against Santana's tanned stomach. Santana tenses, quickly relaxing, it's been awhile since she last felt Brittany's touch. Santana kisses her, teeth nipping at Brittany's lips to which Brittany responds by letting her tongue push into Santana's mouth. It is more of a need then anything else as they quickly get rid of all their clothes, hands roaming everywhere.
Brittany's hand is on Santana's cheek about to pull her into another kiss when Santana rests their foreheads together and whispers "You are my home, Britt Britt"