"Santana. Santana. Santana!" Brittany was shaking me. I didn't want to wake up; I was having a great dream.

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It was right after Cheerio's practice. We were still in school. Brittany was taking a shower. I had just finished and put real clothes on. I can't believe I wore that stupid cheerleading outfit everywhere for 4 years. The rest of the Cheerios were filing out, until we were the last people in there. I crept up behind her, and pinched her sides. She jumped, and grabbed my waist. She pulled me under the water.

"Ah! What are you doing? I just took a shower!" I screamed.

"I know you've always wanted to be kissed in the rain, and this is the closest thing to it!" She replied. I smiled. I didn't think she would remember that. It was just some stupid thing I said last week while we were drunk, and I didn't' even think she'd heard it, since she was 3 times as drunk as I was. She kissed me passionately, and curled her fingers under the bottom of my shirt.

"Let's get you out of those wet clothes." She said. She smiled, and started lifting up my shirt.

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"OOF!" I screamed. That was one of the best dreams I had ever had, and I would never get to finish it. She jumped on my stomach in a last effort to wake me up. She kissed my cheek, and I smiled.

"Alright, I'm up. What's wrong?" I saw a worried look on her face, and she looked like she was about to cry. Something wasn't right.

"Santana, I had a dream that I was taking my final exams and then a tree gave birth. I had to help it! So, I jumped out of the window, and helped it. But then, as I tried to get back in, the window locked. I couldn't get back in, and I failed the tests! I felt so disgusted with myself for failing you…"

"Britt, honey," I took her in my arms, stroked her hair, and kissed the top of her head "it was just a dream. That's not going to happen. You'll pass. And you could never fail me. I love you."

"I..I just feel so bad."

I smiled. "I know what will make you better."

Suddenly, she smiled back. "What?"

"Well, it's our last day here, and it's pretty hot. What do you say we go for one last skinny dip?"

"YES!" Brittany screamed and jumped out of bed. She grabbed my hand and pulled me downstairs, through the house, and out the back door to the lake. Maybe some version of my dream would come true. Before I knew it, she already had her wife beater off. I said a silent prayer of thanks at the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. She started to pull mine off too, and I realized I wasn't wearing one either. I forgot we went skinny dipping last night. Neither of us felt like putting bras back on. Or underwear….Brittany was peeling off her shorts. I figured it would best if I did the same. Soon, we were both naked, and in the water.

This was one of our favorite things to do, and I would miss it. I swore that one day, when we were married, we'd come back and live there so we could do it every day. She grabbed my waist and spun me around in the water. We laughed so hard. She put me down and playfully kissed me. I kissed her back, putting one hand on the back of her head, and the other on the small of her back.

After a while, we got out. We had to go back to Lima eventually. I called Mami, and she said Brittany could stay over until her cousins left. She was going to stay over even if Mami said no. Mami and Papi were both gone until Monday. We packed our things back up, and said goodbye to the house. We put the bags in the trunk, and got into the car. I drove. I hated having other people drive my car, even Brittany.

I do love driving with Brittany though. We have the exact same music taste, and love everything that comes on the radio. Occasionally, we play our CD's. Either way, we sing along. Britt says her voice isn't great, but I love it. It calms me. If it weren't for Berry and Blaine, we would've had way more duets, and she would've had way more solos. They always sung way too much that the rest of us forgot what Girl Chang and everyone else sounded like.

We were driving home. It was really hot and sunny, which bugged both of us. We both had on our sunglasses, and our hair up. We were listening to She & Him Volume 2. We were playing through the CD's, singing, and having a great time. The next song up was I'm Gonna Make It Better. Just like any other song, we sang through it.

Looking for a letter

Trace it in the Sand

Nothing was lost on the way

I couldn't stay holding your hand

Hours on the sidewalk staring at the sun

Everyone is wasting away wasting the day jumping the gun
I know it all comes full circle it all comes

crashing down on you
Hide in your heart

Chase it til the morning

Sunlight is lost in your eyes you never tried facing these things

Walking on a circle taking on a stride

Faces are not what they seem

I always dream lost in the tide
I know it all comes full circle,

It all comes crashing down on you
I'm gonna make it make it better

I'm gonna get the best and lock it up and swallow the key
I'm gonna make it make it better

I'm gonna get the best and lock it up and swallow the key
I'm gonna make it make it better

I'm gonna get the best and lock it up and swallow the key
I'm gonna make it make it better

I'm gonna get the best and lock it up and swallow the key

"You know this is true?" Brittany said. The song just ended, and the beginning beats of Sing were starting.

"What is?" I replied, confused.

"I'm gonna make it better." She stared at me with a determined look. I loved that about her. She always believed she was going to make things better, and she never gave up.

"You're gonna make what better"?

"This, us. I'm gonna pass my exams tomorrow, thanks to you, and graduate. I'm gonna make it better. Then we'll go to New York together, and I'll be a dancer, and you'll be famous."

"Brittany. I know you are. I love you so much." I smiled at her, and she returned it.

"I love you too."

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We were back in Lima. Back at my house, to be more specific. Brittany was completely ready for her exams, and knew everything. She was sick of studying, so I offered to put in a movie. We both needed something light-hearted and funny to take away reality. We chose Finding Nemo. Britt loves the movie, and I love Ellen DeGeneres. I mean, who doesn't? She's hilarious, and an inspiration.

I put in the movie while Britt popped the popcorn. The microwave went off, and she put the popcorn in the bowl. When she finally sat down, she sat right next to me. We were so close; you probably couldn't have fit a piece of paper in between us. She put the popcorn right in the middle of us, and held my hand.

About half way through the movie, Britt looked at me, and squeezed my hand. I looked over at her, only to see the biggest smile ever.

"What?" I asked.

"I just love watching you. Always. You make me so much happier. You make my life more complete."

"Brittany," I loved when she did this. It always cheered me up "you know I feel the same way about you. You were the one who made be able to accept myself, and I'll always owe you for that."

I looked up at her. She leaned down, and soon enough, we were kissing. I moved my hand to hold her face, and knocked the popcorn off our laps. I climbed on top of her, and the phone rang. Brittany leaned over to see who it was as I got off of her.

"It's my mom." She said as she picked the phone up.

"Every. Fucking. Time. Someone just has to interrupt us." I whispered as she started talking.

"Yeah mom. I'm at Santana's. Well, I was going to stay the night. We're studying for my exams since Aunt Tammy is there. Okay. Bye." She clicked off the phone.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"My mom was wondering if we got home yet. I dunno, I told her we were studying and she was completely fine with it." She answered.

The movie finished, and we realized that the popcorn was all over the floor. We painstakingly picked up each piece, and then we went to bed. I suggested that we went to bed so she could get a good night's sleep for her tests tomorrow.

She always fell asleep so fast. As soon as she would put her arms around me, she would fall asleep. I, on the other hand, could not. I was never able to. As she slept, I thought about our future. I thought about us getting married, our children, and our grandchildren. I always did. It made me happy, and calmed me down. I was actually feeling fine about her exams. She knew everything, and she was going to pass. We were going to New York, and we were going to live happily ever after.