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"Flight of the Days"

4. Sundays

Brittany had been in the middle of a dream she would have called 'fluffy and frisky.' When she woke up, she was so relaxed she didn't realize at first that she wasn't dreaming anymore. She had a pair of arms wrapped around her waist, the sun beaming through the window, and as she yawned, one of those hands around her had pulled back, to brush the hair from her shoulder. Feeling the press of lips to the newly exposed skin, she smiled. She was awake, she knew now. As vivid as her dreams could be, they couldn't capture that feeling.

"Hi," she turned her head back to find Santana looking at her.

"Morning," she smiled, pulling her closer.

"Last night was really good," Brittany told her, and Santana had a pondering smirk.

"You mean at the bar, or after?" The thought of 'after' had been strong enough to make Brittany turn in her arms to face her, pressing herself closer. "Guess that answers that," she slowly kissed her, breath catching at the feel of the blonde's hands, and the kiss quickly deepened, with Santana's want urging Brittany on. Even barely awake, her girlfriend could do things she never thought possible. "I love Sunday mornings…" she spoke as their lips parted for air. She looked into those eyes again, and she could remember all those little moments at the bar, building them up at every dance until they had come home. They hadn't even made it to the bed at first, as Brittany had pulled Santana on to the couch, making quick work of their clothes. When they had made it to their bed, a peaceful exhaustion had claimed them and they fell asleep, wrapped up in one another's arms.

After their morning 'round three,' they had gotten up and had breakfast, trying to decide what they would make of their day.

"We could go to a museum?" Brittany asked.

"Seriously?" Santana frowned.

"Why not?"

"They're fine, they are," Santana shrugged. "They're not really what I want to do on my one day off though. But if you want to go…"

"No, maybe you're right. Well, what if we…" The phone had rung and interrupted her. They paused, looking at the clock.

"Did we sleep that late?" Santana had not seen the time at all. Brittany got up and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi." So unexpected as it had been, hearing her older younger sister's voice made her tear up and smile at once.

"Cat…" she breathed, and she could see Santana had looked up. Brittany nodded to her, and Santana signalled asking if she should step into the room, but Brittany shook her head, so she stayed. "It's good to hear your voice."

For a while she had been so afraid that she might have lost her sister forever, once her decision to remain in Boston had made it back to both her and Izzy. Cat had been so upset she had refused to talk to her. Being in different states, she couldn't just run to her, beg for her forgiveness. She couldn't push either, or she would only push her further away.

It had been a slow process, but eventually she had been able to get Cat to talk to her again. Even then, talking with someone wasn't the same as actually speaking with them, like they had that same connection they used to have. That had been left in shambles after she'd found out about Brittany's official relocation. But once they had started talking again, she had gotten a chance to start rebuilding that, and she wasn't about to waste that opportunity. They were working on it, both of them; Cat didn't want to lose her big sister as much as Brittany didn't want to lose her little sister.

"Were you busy?" Cat asked.

"No, we were just having breakfast. How are you?"

"How do you know when you like someone?" Cat's question had come out of nowhere, but at the same time it had made Brittany smirk.

"What's his name?"

"Thomas. He's Madeline's brother."

"Right, I remember." The twins' mother had gone to high school and Cat and Izzy's mother, so when the family had moved back to Lima, the mothers had been reunited, and Cat had become friends with Madeline. She didn't remember much about the brother except that he existed. "Well, how do you feel when he's there?" she asked, and she could see Santana smiling as she listened. "Wait, even easier. How do you feel when you say his name?" Cat had tried to hide it, but Brittany had still heard her laughing. She hadn't heard it in so long, but it was all she could do not to start crying. "Sounds like you've got something then."

"I do?" Cat asked.

"How much do your cheeks hurt right now?"

"I have to go… I-I mean I'll call back later. Okay, bye."

When Brittany had hung up, she'd stood there for a while, holding the phone close to her heart.

"You okay?" Santana asked.

"She called me for boy advice," Brittany's eyes were glinting with happy tears.

"Big sister to the rescue. You know, I was thinking. I know we're saving up for New York, but I think when we can make a synchronized hole in all our jobs, we should take some of that money and head on to Lima. What do you think?"

"Both of us?" Brittany looked at her. Santana hadn't been yet; things were not so fast at mending with her and her parents as they were getting to be with Brittany and her sisters. She still had some sore points with her own family, but Santana and hers were something else entirely. Now to have her suggest that they go, it was a big step, and they both knew.

"We're all stubborn as hell, someone needs to make a move, so it might as well be me. And it won't be so bad, if I've got you there."

"You will," Brittany promised, moving to hug her.

"You know, I'm actually coming around to the museum idea."

"You are?"

"You'd be surprised what becomes that much more fascinating when you're around."

TO BE CONTINUED (TOMORROW)