"I'm kind of bummed out we didn't end up seeing Dr. Pierce," Rachel whispered into Santana's ear.
Santana rolled her eyes. "Stop talking, Rachel."
Quinn looked up from her cellphone at the mention of her client's name.
Rachel smiled back at her. "Thanks for taking us to the airport, by the way."
"Of course." Quinn was back at tapping out an email again.
Three weeks felt too short. They were already at the airport, and Santana couldn't stop thinking about Brittany. She needed to get a grip on herself. She had had plenty of flings in her life, especially while on vacation, and Brittany should be no exception. Clearly, that was how Brittany regarded the situation. She had been MIA since the night before, and there were no texts or calls from her either.
Santana didn't blame Brittany though. They never talked about the situation, so she couldn't expect Brittany to take whatever they had as seriously as Santana did. It was just something about this woman and all the times they spent together that left Santana's heart wanting.
Quinn went into the airport with them. Rachel would not stop talking to her, and Quinn looked like she wanted to die inside, but she put on a professional smile anyway. Santana almost felt bad for her, but then she remembered she had to deal with this madness every day, and all her sympathy disappeared. She left the two alone as she walked up to the monitors displaying all the check-in counter numbers. Santana sighed.
"Would it be inappropriate if I asked you to, say, stay?"
Santana jumped, surprised by the sudden voice. "My God, Brittany!" she said, with a hand still over her thumping heart.
"Hi, lovely."
"What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you." Brittany gazed down at her feet. "I'm sorry," she said after a beat.
"Sorry about what?" Santana was still in shock.
"About being a jerk."
"What?"
"About not texting, not calling, giving you no explanations. I'm always so worried about people being obsessed with me, and I just realized, I'm the one most obsessed with myself. I'm sorry I've been so selfish. You really deserve way more than me, but, if you'd still have me, please stay."
"I-I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say yes, of course. But I need to warn you, I bought a ticket just in case." Brittany pulled a plane ticket out of her purse. "One-way to New York."
"Wow, you really had this thought out."
"Sort of." Brittany winked, with a half-smile on her lips.
"Santana! What's taking you so long?" As Rachel neared them, she slowed down, sending Santana a questioning gaze. "And who's this?"
"This is, um, a friend of mine." Santana looked at Brittany unsurely. She didn't know if Brittany was ready to announce who she was yet.
Brittany lifted her arm. "I'm Brittany. Nice to meet you."
Rachel shook her hand, still confused about Brittany's sudden appearance. "Nice to meet you, too. I'm Rachel."
"So I've heard."
"How do you know Santana?"
"Well—"
Quinn had approached them as well, despite her new fear of Rachel. "Dr. Pierce," she said with a nod, "you made it."
"Dr. Pierce?" Rachel said, louder than necessary. "Where?"
Santana pinched the bridge of her nose. Rachel looked way too excited.
But Brittany laughed it off and gave Quinn a quick hug. "Hi, Quinn."
Rachel's eyes widened, as if they weren't already about to explode. "You're Dr. Pierce?"
"All right, Rachel! Time to back off." Santana pulled Brittany aside, leaving Quinn to answer all of Rachel's questions.
"Sorry about that. Rachel's a little crazy."
Brittany shook her head. "You're fine."
They looked at each other for several more moments. Finally, Brittany said, "Well, you still haven't given me an answer. That's not a good sign."
"I have an answer."
"You do?"
"Uh huh."
"And?"
Instead of answering, Santana stretched up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips onto Brittany's. Brittany stumbled a few steps backward, but she held Santana's arms and passionately kissed her back.
"AND THEY'RE HOOKING UP?" Santana heard Rachel's obnoxious voice yell.
They both laughed into the kiss, neither letting go.
The End