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Title: To New Year's

Summary: "Let's have a wager, whoever kisses you when the clock strikes 12 and the ball drops, is your destined soulmate." Three-shot

Pairing: Brittany, Santana

Rating: T


"Need another beer?" Rachel jokes as she and Brittany leaned against the wall of the room, watching as everybody else starts to congratulate Santana and Elaine on the engagement.

Brittany scowls and nods, placing her empty bottle of beer on a waiter's tray where a waiter himself just passed by them before grabbing a new one from the said waiter. "I can do with 50 more…" she gurgles, blinking her eyes fast to adjust to the lighting. "Ugh my head."

Her best friend shakes her head and laughs at her, not knowing if she should sympathize her friend or make her feel less sad by making her happy. "Britt, it's like 12pm. Its too early to get wasted."

"Well, I'd rather say its too late because I wasted a good future." She jokes back, lips trembling as she started to laugh loudly. She found her words so very funny that a lot of the guests started to look at their direction and wonder what was wrong.

Rachel rolls her eyes at this. "Aren't you acting quite emo right now?"

The blonde has no time to reply though.

"Brittany, Rachel. How are you both doing?" Elaine asks them, approaching the both with small steps because she's kind of scared about what the blonde might do to her in this state.

Brittany holds her arm up and points at her harshly. "You." she growls, clucking her tongue. "You!"

Quirking an eyebrow, Elaine smirks at her. "Me?"

Nodding, the blonde tries to step closer to her but stops when she feels her feet stumbling. "Yes, you stealer." She whimpers, eyes burning.

Elaine couldn't quirk her eyebrows up even more with what the blonde had just said. "Stealer? Is that even a word?"

Brittany huffs and points her beer bottle to the grey-eyed woman. "Yes. It is a word."

"In what dictionary?" Elaine asks, humming as she grins at the woman's incapability to stand straight.

"Your dicktionary." Brittany laughs, accidentally spilling some of her beer on the girl's shoes, causing Elaine to gasp and blush at the words.

Rachel's eyes widened at the blonde's sentence and tries to hide her laugh by covering her mouth.

"Ha." Brittany exclaims, fixing her body to stand tall. "You are a stealer, Elaine no-last-name."

Elaine rolls her eyes and shakes her foot to remove the liquid before it goes inside the shoe. "I do have a last name." she corrects, her voice in a murmur.

Brittany scrunches her nose at this, ignoring the way Elaine smirks and tilts her head to the side, saying… "But it's going to change and I'm going to be Elaine Lopez now." She taunts her, chuckling as Brittany goes to grab her but trips and falls to Rachel's quick arms—gnome reflex of hers.

"You stealer." She just says some more, lip trembling as she tries to fight back the tears.

"You keep calling me a 'stealer' Brittany—" Elaine says slowly, dragging the words as she air quotes some of it. "—But can you tell me what exactly did I steal from you?"

The blonde clenches her eyes shut and squeezes her hands into tight fists before opening them and spitting some of her saliva out to her. "You know what you stole."

Elaine smirks. "Honey, what you think I stole…" she drags on, stepping closer to give Brittany a big fake smile. "…Was never yours to begin with." She ends, chuckling. "So if it was never yours—what did I steal from you?"

Brittany's eyes turn dark and hard, not liking what Elaine said at all and pushes Rachel away as she staggers close to Elaine and slaps her right across the cheek, causing gasps to resound everywhere.

"Fuck." Elaine groans, cupping her cheek just in time for Santana to swoop in and grab her arms.

"Elaine—" she gasps, looking in between the two women who were bantering just a second ago. "Are you okay?"

The fiancé of the Latina whimpers, nodding her head dumbly as she reaches out for something—

Oh yeah. Ice.

"Somebody bring me ice please!" Santana shouts, bringing Elaine down on the chair that was brought by Rachel. "Here sweetie, sit down."

Brittany grits her teeth and rolls her eyes. "It was just a slap." She mutters, not meaning to let Santana hear this.

But it seems she did and she's flaring. Anybody with eyes can see the steam come out of Santana's ears as she struts her way to Brittany, grabs her wrists and pulls her out of the room and into another.

"Hey—ouch, that hurts Santana—"

"—I was just holding your wrist." Santana mimics the blonde, slamming the door shut as she crosses her arms together. "What is wrong with you Brittany? You don't just go slapping people, especially on my birthday." She growls, eyes glaring.

"What's wrong with me?" Brittany asks back, ears perking up in frustration. "What's wrong with you, Santana? Do you really want to marry that woman?"

Santana scowls at her and bites her lip. "Yes, I do. I love Elaine—"

"—Do you really?"

"Fuck Brittany! You don't just say things like that." Santana groans, throwing her hands in the air. "You have no right to ruin my life."

"I'm not trying to ruin it." Brittany says quietly, the realization of everything settling. "I'm trying to save it."

The Latina stops moving and looks straight at blue eyes. "Save it?" she chuckles, sarcastically. "Save it from what exactly?"

"From marrying Elaine! Can you not see she's not right for you? You just started dating her 5 months ago Santana." Brittany exaggerates, clucking her tongue to remove the dryness of her throat.

"Elaine is very much right for me." Santana fires back, hands resting on her lips. "You on the other hand, are not." She adds with finality, not daring to look at hurt blue eyes.

Brittany's shoulder deflates and all the weird-ness she felt from all the beers that she drank, went away. She's suddenly very sober.

Santana knows she's got her and that the blonde— who's been such a mess for her for the past year— is not going to say anything anymore. "Brittany, I love you. I do—That night in the rooftop, I told myself that I'm going to fall in love with you one day too." She admits, shoulders shrugging half-heartedly.

Here is the moment where Santana is going to end things. End things with Brittany and never think of the blonde the same way again. Never ever. And she's going to try her best to remove all the feelings she has for this woman.

She has to.

"But now things are different." She huffs, shaking her head to will the tears away. "And I beg of you to please not ruin my birthday too." She begs, turning around to open the door.

"Goodbye Brittany." She says in a hushed voice, feeling that these words of hers is going to end whatever they have.

But no, it seems like the blonde won't have it and she's running to Santana before she can exit the door and grabs her arm.

Santana's breath catches in her throat and she curses at herself for letting those butterflies and tingles erupt around her body.

"Don't go…" Brittany begs, lips trembling. "I'm sorry Santana… for everything."

Santana gulps and nods her head. "I know, and I forgive you but—" she turns on her heel and cups Brittany's cheek. "But you have to let me go."

The blonde shakes her head and whimpers, tears falling down pale cheeks. She cant let this happen, she can't let the love of her fucking life go because she was too late to realize everything. She has to do something, she has to prove herself to Santana. But how can she? Was it really too late for both of them?

"Santana please don't go—" she chokes out, eyes stinging with tears. "I love you." she breathes out, body shaking out of how much she feels for this woman.

The Latina almost breaks in front of her, almost fell for her again but she told herself to stop giving chances to this woman. You've given her so many and its time to stop doing that.

"I love you so much, please." Brittany cries out, hands going up to grip at the Latina's strong but thin arms where her hands still stay cupping Brittany's pale cheeks.

Santana nods weakly. "I know you love me Britt—"she sighs, leaning a bit closer to make their noses and foreheads touch. "But that wont help you anymore."

Brittany chokes, crying out more tears as Santana kisses her forehead and squeezes her hand one last time and leaves, out the door and out of Brittany's life forever.

Falling down on her knees, Brittany covers her tear-drenched face with her palms and sobs it out, breaking inside the cold dark room, alone.

"I didn't even greet you Happy Birthday." She gasps, to no one in particular, a box falling out of her jacket as she sobs and sobs some more.


3 days later.

"How long are you going to do this?" Rachel asks, looking at her best friend lay upside down on the couch while watching TV, drool coming out of her lips as she stares blankly at the screen.

The midget sighs and grabs the remote, switching the TV off as she sits beside the dazed blonde—who almost looks dead to the girl.

Is she even breathing?

"Brittany…it's been 3 days. You're being irrational here." She says some more, leaning forward to check what was under the box on top of the coffee table—only to scrunch her nose in disgust and lean back, faking a puking sound.

"Oh gross, is that the pizza from 3 days ago?" she asks, waving a hand over her nose to remove the smell.

Brittany just stays there, literally hung over herself.

Rachel frowns and pushes the girl off the couch, earning a thumping sound and a groan.

Well, at least she's alive.

But still not moving…

Rachel stares at her best friend on the floor, spread out like a fish with her eyes losing its magnificent blue color—lifelessly staring at the ceiling above her.

"Santana's worried about you." Rachel goes on, eyebrows furrowing when she sees Brittany's phone blinking by the end of the couch. She grabs it and opens the screen, seeing another call from no other than Santana Lopez.

"See? She's calling you now." She huffs, pressing the accept button.

"Hello? Santana?"

"Rachel? Why do you have Brittany's phone?" she asks over the line, the sound of birds coming from it too which Rachel suspects she is currently in the park right now.

"She's uhm—" she looks at Brittany rolling around in the floor, mumbling the words I suck and She's gone over and over again. "She's in the bathroom." She decides to say, forcing out a laugh.

There's a rustling then the sound of dogs barking. "Oh. Will you tell her to call me after she's done?" she asks, causing Rachel's smile to fade. "Tell her I miss her too."

Rachel sighs and rubs her forehead before looking back at a lifeless Brittany on the floor.

These two are going to be the end of her.

"Santana, its best not to—mention you right now." She confesses, leaning back against the comfort of the couch.

"Right…of course." The other girl sighs, and Rachel can hear her smacking her lips. "I miss you too." She adds after a thought, causing Rachel to chuckle.

That's true though, Rachel hasn't seen Santana just like Brittany—After her birthday surprise, Rachel found Brittany on the floor by the wall and felt her heart breaking. They immediately went home after that and Brittany just couldn't stop crying and eating anything she could find.

"I miss you too Santana but Brittany needs me." Rachel explains, scratching her hair.

There's silence on both lines before Rachel decides to be the one to say something instead. "Do you really think its right?" Rachel asks, finally.

She can almost feel Santana stiffening in her spot and adjust her shoes out of nervous habit. "To marry Elaine?"

"Yes."

"Then yes, I think—this is right." Her voice didn't sound so assuring. "Besides Rachel, you know where I'm coming from."

"I know but can you just forget it?" Rachel sighs desperately, looking at a poor sad Brittany. "Forget whatever Brittany did to you because, I don't know—but for me, you guys are meant to be."

"I wish I could do that." Santana hums, and the small girl could almost feel her eyes closing. "But I gave her so many chances."

Rachel clucks her tongue and was about to say something when she hears Brittany gagging, about to throw up something. "Shit, Santana I have to go, Brittany's throwing up." She groans, standing up immediately to assist her bestfriend.

"What? But I thought you said she was in the bathroom." Santana replies.

Wide eyes and a sick portion of pizza and barbeque combined together coming out of Brittany's mouth, Rachel chuckles lowly and throws the phone back to the couch.

"Come on let's go." She sighs, hoisting the girl up.

Brittany pushes her away and groans, grabbing her head. "I'm g'od." She slurs, walking in an X-position. "I'm g'od." She says again, whimpering. "I'm g'od…"

Rachel goes to help again but knows the blonde will just keep pushing her away so she bites her lip and decides to cook her something instead.

Stumbling, Brittany turns on the shower and exhales when she falls to the floor slowly, the shower covering her tears.

She continues to cry, tapping her head every second with her clenched fists before making her breath steady.

What're you doing?

She asks herself, shaking her head in disappointment.

You got to do something.

"What am I going to do?" she asks herself again, voicing out her thoughts.

Rachel opens the door and closes her eyes as she puts Brittany's phone on the sink counter, telling her she'd cook them breakfast and it'd be ready by the time she comes out.

Brittany stares at her phone, eyes blinking slowly as she huffs, pushes herself up from the floor and turns the knob of the shower off.

You're going to regret this.

Laughing, Brittany nods at what her brain just said and grabs a towel, drying her hair whilst still staring at the phone on the counter. She furrows her eyebrows and sits down on the closed lid of the toilet, contemplating if she should open it and look at the numerous texts Santana sent her over the past 3 days.

Open it, you have to.

She sighs and wraps herself with the towel before hesitantly grabbing her phone and sliding the screen to the right to open it. She looks at her messages and reads Santana's texts to her.

Brittany, how are you?

Please answer my calls.

You're really worrying me right now.

And she stops at that, not bothering to read the repeated messages the Latina sent to her. Instead, she scrolls up, to the highest and oldest part of their inbox and makes a faint smile appear when she reads a conversation they had before.

Hey sexy ;)

That's what Brittany sent her a week before Rachel's birthday.

You find me sexy? ;)

Of course I do, I always find you sexy.

Well, I'm happy you find me that way.

Awesome. Do you find me sexy too?

Maybe.

Just Maybe?

Okay a tad bit.

Aw come on Santana, you don't like how I look? ;)

I'm at work Britt, go back to your own work.

We're so cute, we're working together!

Brittany laughs, rolling her eyes then groaning because that made her head hurt more before chuckling again. She still couldn't believe she said that to the Latina. She always wondered before why she was so comfy with her… now she knew why.

Scrolling to a bit behind that, Brittany stops at the moment they started sending goofy pictures of themselves to each other, one with Santana pushing her nose up to look like a pig and another with Santana smudging lipstick across her forehead with the words I love Britt ya.

Laughing, she goes to her very own picture with her hair tied up in a messy bun with lipstick smudge also written on her forehead with the words I love San yo.

Frowning, who is Brittany kidding herself? She fell in love with Santana way faster than the Latina did to her. After all, she did see Santana first on New Year's. That's right, she remembers that day like it was yesterday.


She was stumbling through people, pushing them away in search of her best friend as everyone chants the countdown to the ball drop when Brittany smiled upon finding Rachel but frowns a bit when she notices she was with someone else. She tilted her head to the side and gasped upon seeing the girl in a better angle.

Brittany's breath just all about escaped her lungs and she felt her heart throbbing at the sight of this stranger hanging with her best friend. She was the most beautiful girl she had ever seen in her entire life. Her hair was so black and curvy and her eyes were so brown and amazing. She couldn't stop herself from licking her lips and drinking another big sip of her bottle because she had to fix the dryness of her throat.

"Wow." The blonde gasps, eyes widening because shit, now she believes in love at first sight. It has to be, she has to be the one Brittany's been searching all her life.

"4…"

The countdown starts and she doesn't know what else to do but stare endlessly at this goddess who suddenly shined brighter than everyone in the crowd, even more so than her best friend who was a star herself.

"2…"

Not even thinking clearly, she bites her lip and chunks back the whole bottle, feeling her head start to get tipsy and dizzy again as she stumbles towards the Latina and evades her personal space.

"1…"

"Hey Raaa-chhell, sorry I'm laaaate" she slurs, trying her best to make herself look drunk and not in a clear state as she watches brown eyes widen at her. "—I love your neww hai-r"

There were 'happy new year's' screamed all around her as she boldly invades the girl's space and crashes their lips together—just as the ball drops. It was like magic, it was like a firework exploded in front of her face and she just had no words upon making out with this Latin beauty.

She tasted like cinnamon and something tangy and it made Brittany's knees almost buckle and collapse on the ground. She feels the girl licking her pink lips and opens them, allowing entrance to the stranger.

And it was all too fast, she lets go, giggles—still pretending to be drunk and tells the stranger how much of a good kisser she was while saying her name was Rachel. Who was she kidding? Rachel sucked at kissing. She'd know this woman wasn't Rachel just by the feel of her lips against hers.

People were bumping her as she staggered in place and felt a bit dizzy, the leftover of that lunch she ate going up her throat.

"Uhm—are you okay?" the stranger Brittany was very much infatuated with, asked her shyly. The look on her face was that of confusion, almost like she wanted to help but didn't want to do. And before she could think about it, she's saying words like wanting to kiss her because she found her hot and whatnot.

God you're crazy Pierce.

"Brittany?" Came the voice of her best friend as Brittany pretended to slur her way to her. Reaching an arm over her shoulder.

"Rachel! Where'd ya go? Why'd you leave after the kiss—I actually really liked that one—it was the best yet." She giggles, chancing a glance at the new girl who was playing with the ends of her feet, rolling back and forth.

How cute.

"Oh my Jew."

How she got into her favorite Mexican restaurant, she does not know. But her conversation with the Latina? Santana?

God, that was mindblowing.

She had so much fun talking to her, it was like she came out of no where and told her they were best friends since they were in their diapers—that's how connected she felt with Santana. It was like a spark ignited and she's floating in cloud 9.

But then she saw how she and Rachel talked and she frowned.

Who is Brittany kidding? She's not meant for love. Love at first sight doesn't exist and just because she saw Santana and felt butterflies coming out of her chest—it still doesn't mean she's meant for her.

Right?

Its not like she's been through bad break-ups. No. It's the other way around actually, Brittany was the heartbreaker. She's always the one giving a bad relationship to her girls and they always run away crying and the blonde hates seeing them like that and all but who is she to suddenly stop feeling?

And that's what she thought her feelings were for Santana. Some sort of one-short thing that will pass away if she does something stupid and has sex with the girl, starts to date her—lose the feeling and then dump her.

Which she doesn't want to do, especially since not only is she fascinated by her but Rachel too.

So when Santana pays for their meal and asks her out, she regretfully declines her and says sorry.

The Latina's going to thank her for this one day after all.

Well not soon of course, and not as soon as catching her in her favorite café while she was talking to Marley, a target of hers on New Year's day.

She didn't expect to see Santana after 4 hours or so but wow is this girl really tripping her. She had the right to even storm out on her and make her feel guilty?

Meanie.

So Brittany ran after her, it wasn't her decision. It was her feet's. Not hers. Okay?

And when Santana asked if the kiss she did was accidental or on purpose… Brittany gulps and feels a sweat drip down her neck.

"Accidental." She answers, gritting her teeth.

It's not like she wanted to fall for her on purpose, it just happened.


She sighs at the memory and falls back, her head meeting cool tiles as the only noise around her is the sound of the faucet dripping water.

One

Two.

Three.

Four.

And so on, around 5 seconds has past and she's not with Santana on them. 6 seconds had passed and she's sitting down here alone and the Latina is with another girl, her fiancé. 8 seconds have passed and she furrows her eyebrows, nibbling on her lower lip.

10 seconds have passed and she doesn't want to waste anymore seconds of her life without Santana.

Pushing herself off the wall, she slams the bathroom door open and runs to her room, ignoring the way Rachel squeals.

Jumping from her bed to her closet, she jumps to find any kind of fresh clothes to wear. Rachel comes peeking in and frowns at the childish behavior her best friend is showing.

"And you are doing what exactly?"

Brittany cant be bothered to answer as she slips in a long sleeved sweater and ducks down, under her bed—to snatch the present she had for Santana's birthday before kissing Rachel in the cheek and storming out of the apartment with a loud bang.

70 seconds wasted without Santana.


"Don't you think this ring is nice?" Elaine asks her fiancé, wrapping her arms around Santana as they look over a glass of engagement rings—looking one for Elaine.

Santana smiles softly and nods, sighing as she feels a pointy chin resting on her shoulder. It kind of feels uncomfortable.

"The diamonds look so big though…" she tries to counter back, feeling Elaine's arms stiffen by her abdomen. "But if you think it'll make you very happy—then its perfect." Santana covers back, turning around to give her fiancé a wary smile.

Elaine gleams and jumps on her feet, clapping her hands a couple of times before leaning in to give her a quick peck. "Thanks babe, I've been having my eye on that for days." She giggles, skipping to the attendant when she hears everyone gasp.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Santana turns around and looks to where everyone is looking and whispering at and nearly doubles over and falls when she sees Brittany, hair all over the face with a wrapped boxed gift and a … bouquet of lilies?

"Brittan—"

"Santana, I'm mad." She shouts, walking towards the Latina with ragged breaths.

Santana frowns, tilting her head to the side as she tries to ignore Elaine's hard stare on her from behind. "You're mad? What? And why are you breathing so hard?"

Brittany stops in front of her and exhales, cracking her neck from side to side. "Sorry, I meant to say…" she slaps her head and groans. Why is she so hung over right now? Really? "What I'm trying to say is that I'm madly in love with you."

The Latina nods slowly. "Yes I know that." she replies, clucking her tongue. "Britt, stop—you're causing a commotion." She adds in a whisper, glancing at the people around them as they stare.

"Good, let them hear it." Brittany says, smiling shyly. "Because they need to know how much you mean to me—and that no one else in this world can keep me sane like you do."

Santana blushes, tucking a strand of her behind her ear. She can't give in.

"And yeah okay, you make me feel insane too." She jokes lightheartedly, causing a few chuckles from the people around her. "But that's okay, because I want all of you. Good and Bad—not like I'm saying you're bad or anything." She rambles on, wanting nothing more than to slap herself.

The Latina feels a smile twitching on the ends of her lips. "Okay…" she drawls, giggling.

Brittany gulps and shuffles her feet nervously. "Okay, uhm, first of all, today is December 30 and I'm three days late to give your present." She husks, offering the boxed gift to her as Santana accepts it kindly. "Second, are these lilies—I searched it, their the lesbian flowers and its my apologies to you for being a bitch." She continues on, offering the next set, leaving her hands empty now.

"Third, I'd buy you the whole world but I'm working on it." She gushes, cheeks turning pink as she scratches the back of her neck. "Okay that was cheesy… do I get 10% points?"

Rolling her eyes, Santana replies, "5% plus 1% for effort."

Elaine gets close to Santana and grips her arm, knowing—seeing her fiancé lose her façade for this blonde woman—again.

"Santana—"

"No step back, Elaine no fucking last name." Brittany scowls, pointing at the lady. "And don't try acting all tough and sass too because I will not make this end nicely." She adds upong seeing the grey-eyed girl's mouth open.

"I'm just going to talk. Santana's going to do all the deciding."

Elaine hums and steps back, crossing her arms together. Okay, Santana would never leave her right?

Taking a deep breath, Brittany wrings her fingers together and sighs. "I've don't a lot of things, of hurting you… and believe me when I say I wish I can go back in time and just stop. But no. I don't wish that."

Santana frowns at this, making the blonde raise her hand in defense.

"And no, don't think of this in a bad way—" she starts, not missing the way Elaine snickers. "—but if I didn't do those bad things to you or hurt you, I would never realize whatever I'm realizing right now and I'd just be hurting you over and over again." She finishes, blue eyes gazing at beautiful brown ones.

"So what I'm trying to say is I'm not perfect for you Santana—and neither is Elaine."

Elaine's ears perk up as she scowls at her rival. "Hey."

"But I guess you could say I'm perfectly imperfect for you?" she tries, laughing. "Its hard to explain…"

Santana smiles softly. "No, don't. I actually get you—a tad bit."

Brittany grins. "Yes, so I just want to tell you one last time that I'm changing, for you. And I'm going to make our future together—"

"—if you even have one—" Elaine bites back.

"—the best future ever that you'll forget about all of my mistakes."

Brittany ends, rolling her eyes. Elaine is so frustrating.

Taking a deep breath, she confesses what she realized in that bathroom today. "Because I don't want to waste anymore seconds without you being mine."

Santana half-smiles, crossing her arms together as she places the gifts on the glass table. "First of all—"she mimics the blonde from a while ago, giggling. "How did you know we were here?" she asks, gesturing to the ring store. "Second of all— thank you for the gifts, you're very sweet."

Brittany smiles, lungs slowly getting back its rhythm of breathing. "And third?" she asks, eyes full of hope. "Please say something good because I'll seriously fight for you Santana."

The Latina sighs, nibbling on her bottom lip. "Third is that I wish I can be with you but its not that simple." She says regretfully, eyes closing.

Brittany all about collapses inside. Is it really done for them?

"But I can promise you that I'll think about it." She suddenly adds, causing blue eyes to brighten up with hope. "Because I'm going to risk a lot of things here, and I'm still wondering if its all worth it." She whispers, turning to look at Elaine who's eyes turn a shade darker.

Smiling, she tugs Elaine forward and squeezes her sweaty hand. "So its not going to be easy to just do whatever I want."

Brittany nods furiously—but sadly. Why does she feel like its not ending well?

"Is that okay for you Brittany?" Santana asks, crinkling her eyebrows.

"Its more than okay with me." She sighs, going close to hug her 'soulmate'.

And do they ever see each other again after that?

Maybe?


January 1.

"Are you okay up here?" Rachel asks her best friend, watching as she sits on the ledge of the rooftop, looking at the ball on top of the building, ready to drop.

"Yes." She husks, not bothering to look at her in reply as she hears the door clang shut.

Santana didn't call her yesterday—she gave her a day and now she doesn't know what's happening anymore. She did all she can, well except for that idea to hire a jet to air-write a message for the Latina but still, she did it all.

Today is also the first time ever where in New Year's, she isn't in another girl's room having her way with her or is she planning to follow Rachel to the crowd to kiss her best friend as tradition in New Years.

Nope, she's sitting on top of the rooftop's ledge, admiring the beauty of New York City. All alone and its kinda okay.

She looks up at the building and sighs.

She misses Santana, she misses her so much. It hurts, it really does and she'd give anything to find a way back into her heart, even if its filled with Elaine or something.

She hopes its not.

Tilting her head to the side and playing with the tip of her bottled bear, Brittany smiles sadly at how badly she dealt with her love life. Is she ever going to find love again?

"Let's have a wager shall we?!" is suddenly screamed from behind her, making Brittany jolt in her place and turn around, eyes widening in disbelief as she spots Santana smirk at her direction, bend down to grab her own bottle of beer and saunter her way to the blonde.

Brittany quirks an eyebrow as if to ask what is it she's trying to say when Santana climbs up on the ledge and sits indian-style to face Brittany.

Leaning in, she husks, "Whoever kisses you when the clock strikes 12 and the ball drops, is your destined soul mate."

"Wha—? Santana?" Brittany mumbles, eyes widening more if possible as Santana puts a finger on her lips, making her shush.

"Just go with it." she replies, tilting her head to the side to watch Brittany closely.

Grinning from ear to ear, they both pull themselves away from each other and continue to stare at the eyes of the other as they throw their heads back and gulp a big portion of their drinks.

11: 57.

"Is that even real?" Brittany asks, smiling as Santana wipes the corner of her mouth.

They giggle, loving each other's presence.

11:58

"I don't know, a friend of mine told me it was very true—like look at her now? She's dating the guy who sang on stage last year and that's who I predicted would be her soul mate." Santana rambled, proving herself to the blonde beauty as they crack a laugh.

11:59

10…

"Mhm…" Brittany hums, shuffling closer to Santana as she giggles at her. "Shall we try it out then?"

6…

"I don't know, are you scared?" Santana asks, husking her voice as their noses touch.

4…

"Nope." Brittany says with a pop of her lips, eyes bright with assurance. "Not even 1% scared."

2…

"Then what are you waiting for?" Santana chides, grabbing pale cheeks.

1…

"Nothing." Brittany says with finality, bringing the lips together in a mind-blowing kiss. The sound of fireworks erupt around them as they just stare there, feeling the spark from their combined lips.

Brittany's the first to smile against plump red lips, causing Satana to smile as well—their teeth bumping together as they lean back and grin.

"Elaine?"

Shaking her head, Santana says, "Let's just talk about it some other time."

Brittany bites her lip and nods, not even bothering to push the other girl as to what happened to her and Elaine. Why?Because Elaine is the least of her problems now.

Santana holds her bottle up and waits for Brittany to clink her own bottle with hers.

"To New Year's." she exclaims proudly.

Grinning from ear to ear, Brittany nods—clinking their bottles together. "To New Year's." she agrees, both of them taking another sip before looking at each other hungrily.

They couldn't stop the energy they had between them before Brittany's throwing her bottle away and so is Santana, grabbing for each other in a heated kiss when they hear a scream from below them.

Laughing, that shriek sounds awfully familiar.

"Do you think we hit him?" Brittany asks, giggling.

Santana smirks at the girl. "I don't know, I'm too lazy to check." She hums, biting her lips as she stares in between two beautiful blue eyes.

"Hm, me too." Brittany replies, nodding her head as closes the gap and kisses her fully.

To New Year's indeed.


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