Brittany's POV:
I placed my few belongings in my dusty duffle bag. General Garfield had announced that it was time for our troop to leave Alabama and head to Alaska. I had one more item to place into the bag. It was flat and white. I flipped it over. My heart sunk. It was a picture of me and Santana in our matching fuzzy hats. Santana was planting a kiss on my cheek in the picture. I had my head leaned towards her. I stared at the picture for a while until General Garfield scolded, "Hurry up, Pierce!"
I looked at the picture for another second and kissed it. Then I put it in my duffel bag, and zipped it up. I tied the laces on my boots and held my rifle tightly. I joined the rest of my troop as we departed our camp. It would be a long journey to Alaska. I groped my duffel bag, trying to feel the photograph. That's what would give me courage on this long, exhausting trip. First, we would take a flight to Sacramento. Then, we had to travel on land to the coast of California. Finally, we would get on a ship to Alaska.
Four hours later, we were sitting on the plane. Being on an airplane brought back memories for me. After senior year, Santana and I had gone to Disney World. Let's just say that our flight was one wild ride!
Flashback:
The safety speech was over, thank God! Santana and I were snickering throughout the entire thing. Santana put an expression of mock fear on her face. "Maybe we should have sex one more time, since this plane will crash and kill us all!" she cried dramatically.
I laughed and smacked her playfully. "Oh shut up, Sanny! You can't be drooling over my boobs on an airplane! There are other people here!"
Santana laughed and rolled her eyes. "Me drooling over your boobs? No, baby. I think it'll be the other way around!" She moved her arms apart to give me a clear view of her tits. Then she flipped her hair over her shoulder and blew me a kiss.
My eyes stayed glued to her boobs for a few seconds. I glared at her. "Tease!" I complained as I gave her a light push.
Santana smirked and started to shimmy, causing her breasts to jiggle. "You like this?" she asked sweetly. "Face it, you want these!"
I pretended to be pissed at her but then I broke down into laughter. I moved my face close to hers and breathed lightly on her nose. Her lips were like a magnet, pulling me towards them. I pursed my lips and started to peck her lightly. Santana kissed back once and then pulled away. "Honey, this isn't hot enough for me," she whispered.
I wrinkled my forehead. She was licking her lips. She wouldn't go there, would she? Too late. Before I knew it, my hand was stroking her hair and I had my lips pressed up against her face. Santana traced her fingers behind my ears, sending chills through my body. Her lips felt so good against mine. I nudged her gently with my tongue. She smiled and opened her lips, letting my tongue through. "Panties coming off soon!" she giggled.
"Hem hem." Startled, we broke apart and turned our heads around. A short stewardess with curly brown hair was rolling her eyes at us. Her name tag said "Dolores." "We have some children on this plane. Please keep it PG," she requested in a falsely sweet voice. She gave us a deathly smile and turned around.
"Boo you, whore!" Santana muttered under her breath. "What kind of name is Dolores anyway? Ugh."
Well, there would be no making out on this flight.
Santana's POV:
I felt really bad about the way I had acted around Emily yesterday. Maybe I should go back and be nicer to her this time. Ten years ago, I would have never thought about being nice to someone!
At the bar, the seats and the counter were really crowded. There was only one available chair left. It was next to a large woman with dark, shiny hair. I usually tried to sit far away from other people, but I guess I didn't have a choice today. I sat down next to the large woman and waited for Emily to come.
"Santana Lopez?" the woman gasped. I studied her for a few seconds. She looked really familiar. In front of her, she had a plate of tater tots. Hmm…tater tots. Mercedes Jones!
"Mercedes!" I hugged her. Before Brittany left, I kept in touch with the rest of my Glee friends on the phone or by email. After Brittany left, I stopped texting and emailing people.
"Oh my God, Santana! It's been so long! How are you?" Mercedes asked.
"Well, actually I'm not so good. Brittany was drafted…." It hurt too much to talk about Brittany, so I hoped I didn't have to elaborate.
Mercedes put a hand on my shoulder. "Aw, I'm so sorry, girl."
I shrugged. "So, Mercedes, how have you been?"
Mercedes beamed. "Well, I'm a pop singer now. I have a new hit single! It's called 'Fried Stripper.'"
"Fried Stripper?" I snorted. "Is this about tater tots?"
"You bet!" she cheered. Emily came out of the kitchen. "Hey, Emily, can I get a beat?"
"Sure!" Emily grinned.
Mercedes began to sing. "Fried stripper, fried, fried stripper. Tater tots! Fried stripper, fried, fried stripper. Them tots! Fried stripper, fried, fried stripper. Those fried stripper tots!" She paused awkwardly and then frowned. "Artie is supposed to be rapping the next part of the song. I don't really like to rap."
Emily jumped up eagerly. "I know that part! And I love to rap!" She cleared her throat and pumped her fist in the air. "Oh shit, there's an orgy in my mouth! When I eat tots, my hands travel south! So crispy, and so brown. You makin' my stomach get round!"
I laughed loudly. "We have a new Rebecca Black!" I joked.
Mercedes laughed and then turned to me. "You know Santana, you should come hang out with our old Glee friends some day. I'm having a party on February 14th. Please come?"
February 14th. That was Valentine's Day. I would be spending Valentine's Day without Brittany. I hoped this party didn't involve dates. "Sure," I replied reluctantly. I didn't want to disappoint Mercedes.
Mercedes hugged me warmly. "Thanks! It'll be so great to have the Glee club all together again!" Then she saw me frowning. "Well, except for…" she said softly.
"Yeah," I responded awkwardly.
"Free beers on me?" Emily chimed in, breaking the awkward silence.
Mercedes and I nodded and thanked Emily.
Brittany's POV:
The plane slowly landed. I lifted my head off the back of the seat and stared out the window. Sacramento was just as dreary as Alabama. Groggily, I rubbed my eyes and unbuckled my seat belt. I retrieved my small duffle bag from under the seat.
"Okay, ladies! Let's go!" General Garfield shouted. We followed her lazily. I had no idea how she managed to have so much energy.
After we got off the plane, I realized that my duffle bag was partly unzipped. I panicked. I threw the bag down on the ground and rummaged through it madly. Where was my photograph? I dug through the bag. Finally, I found the picture at the bottom of my bag. I hugged it to my chest and sighed out of relief. I put the picture back in the bag and made sure to seal it tightly this time.
As if I wasn't exhausted enough already, we now had to take a train to San Francisco. I was so tired that I practically collapsed into my seat on the train. Because I sat down so roughly, a patch on my pants ripped. It didn't make much of a difference. My uniform was ugly anyway. I hated all of this. Back in high school, I was such a cheerful and spirited girl. Now, here I was on a dreadful train, wearing a dreadful uniform, holding a dreadful gun. I felt discouraged, so I reached for my duffle bag and pulled out the photograph. I stroked the spot on the picture where Santana's face was. "I miss you," I whispered to the picture. I continued to stroke the picture for the rest of the train ride.