Part 4

Brittany's POV

"So, where exactly do we go from here, Santana?" I asked.

"I don't know, Britt. All I know is that I don't want to lose you. I want to be with you."

I felt the tears running down my cheek. She still wanted me after everything that we had put each other through. I had to admit, I would never want to be with anyone other than her, either. "I want to be with you, too!" I said, honestly.

"Yeah?" she questioned through a smile.

"More than anything…that's what I want. That's what I've always wanted."

"Britt…" she says, with fresh tears threatening her eyes.

I walk closer to her, take her cheek in my hand, and brush away her teardrops with the pad of my thumb. I search her eyes for the confidence and security she has always brought out and me. I smile before singing quietly:

Right from the start, you were a thief,

you stole my heart and I your willing victim.

I let you see the parts of me that weren't all that pretty,

and with every touch you fixed them.

Now you've been talking in your sleep, oh, oh,

Things you never say to me, oh, oh,

Tell me that you've had enough, of our love, our love…

She looked deep into my eyes before shaking her head, "no".

"I'll never have enough, Britt Britt. You always leave me wanting more."

I grinned from ear to ear. How could this girl be the one person to break my heart and, then, put it back together again?

She grabbed my hand in hers before picking up the song where I had left off.

Just give me a reason,

Just a little bit's enough,

Just a second we're not broken just bent

And we can learn to love again…

"Do you really think we can, Santana?"

"I know we can, baby. You and I are meant for each other."

"Yeah, we definitely are," I said in agreement.

She leaned in closer to me, brushing my nose with hers. I closed my eyes in anticipation of a kiss. She graced my lips with one seconds later.

It was soft and hesitant. It was as if she was scared to claim my mouth with hers. Instantly, I knew what was wrong.

"Don't worry, I'm going to break up with him first thing in the morning."

"Promise?"

"I promise," I say, linking our pinkies together.

I laced my fingers through hers and asked her to follow me back upstairs. It was getting late and we both needed sleep. It had been a long, emotionally exhausting night.

"Come on, let's go back to our rooms."

She followed my lead, allowing me to pull her along up the stairs after me.

When we got to our floor, I turned towards Santana unsure of where to leave things between us for the night.

I figured if we were going to work things out that I needed to start being honest with her.

"You need to go back to New York," raced out from my mouth before I could stop it.

"What? Why? I thought we were going to be together?"

"We will be. I mean…we're going to be."

"I don't understand, Britt…"

"Just hear me out…okay?"

She nodded, "okay."

"You belong in New York, Santana. Good things are about to happen for you. I can feel it. So, you can't stay here, in Lima. I won't let you give up your dreams, sweetie."

"But…I need to be where you are. I'm lost without you, Brittany."

"I'll be with you, always…right here," I said, placing my hand on her heart. "I need to start focusing on MY future. I need to keep pulling my grades up so that I can kick ass on my final exams. I'm going to graduate, hunnie, and, then, I'm coming to New York so that we can be together again."

"Britt…"

"No, Santana. This is how it has to be. You can't always be the one taking care of me. I need to take care of you. You need to do this…for me."

"H-h-how do you know it will work for us this time…the distance?"

I smiled, then, leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. It was a kiss full of longingness.

"I know it will work because I'm in love with you and you are in love with me. I believe anything is possible as long as we have each other."

She smirks at me before reclaiming my lips with hers. "You've always been the smartest girl I've ever known, Brittany. Please, don't ever let anyone tell you differently."

"I won't. I promise."

Just as I was leaning in for another kiss, the door to Santana's room opened and Quinn stepped out.

"Can we talk?" she said apprehensively.

I looked at her, anger seething within me. I really didn't have a justifiable reason to be mad at Quinn. I just couldn't look at her right now without wanting to slap her across the face. If anyone could make me a jealous person, it was Quinn. I always envied her relationship with Santana.

"I promise we will talk soon. I just can't right now…it's too soon." I said.

"Don't hate me."

"I don't hate you, Quinn. I just need time."

"Okay…I can give that to you."

"Thanks."

She turned her attention to Santana, "I'll sleep on the recliner."

"It's okay Quinn…you don't have to…"

"Actually," I said speaking up, "that would make me feel a lot better."

"It's a done deal then. I'll leave you two alone to say goodnight."

With that she closed the door and left me alone with Santana.

"I'll see you in the morning, then?" she asked.

"Definitely. Have sweet dreams, sweetie."

"You, too, babe."

We leaned in for another kiss, this one deeper and longer than the others. We separated from each other. I smiled, leaned in to press a kiss to her cheek, and made my way over to my own door.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

I walked into my room, shut the door behind me, and let out a shaky breath. She was the one for me; she was my true love, my life, and my soul mate. We were going to make this work. I was sure of it.

Song: Just Give Me A Reason P!nk featuring Nate Ruess