A/N: WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! Extreme fluff. If you read this, you will be very likely to puke beautiful rainbows, and you may even be diagnosed with diabetes.
The choice is yours. You have been warned.
"Move your ass, idiot. Everyone make way for my girlfriend!"
I grab Brittany's hand and lead her down the hall as she whispers, "Santana."
"What?" I turn my luminous smile to her. "I'm just proud to be your girlfriend, that's all."
"Okay, but you don't have to make such a big deal out of it," she smirks coyly. I lean in and give her a quick peck on the lips, our noses grazing against each other. Her smirk widens into a grin.
We stroll, hand in hand, into the choir room. The Glee Club fights to keep back their skeptical sneers.
"I can't believe that you're actually dating her, Brittany," Finn shakes his head incredulously.
"Ima beat yo' ass—"
Brittany pulls me back and sets her stern gaze on Finn. "Why? Santana's adorable and quirky and weird in the best way possible," she turns to me. "I'm happy that you did not relent."
"AHA!" I point my finger at the doughy imbecile. "You have been defeated by the Riddler and her mistress, Poison Ivy!"
"Wait, San, can't we be Batman and Catwoman?" Brittany offers shyly.
I turn my pleasantly surprised and adoring gaze to her. "Of course, baby," I twist my head back to Finn. "You have been defeated by the Bat and the Cat!"
Finn rolls his eyes and pouts at Rachel.
Tina adjusts in her seat. "So I'm gonna watch Titanic for the first time today!"
"Jack dies," I snicker victoriously.
"Why would you tell me that?" she calls out agitatedly. "Fine, I'll watch The Notebook instead."
"Oh, they both die in that one."
"I hate you."
"Oh, no worries, it's mutual."
Mike seems disapproving. He turns to Tina. "Why don't you just watch the last Harry Potter movie instead?"
"OH MY GOD MY POOR BABIES THEY ALL DIE IT'S SO DEPRESSING!"
"Shut up, Santana!" Tina, Rachel, Finn, and Kurt all shout at the same time.
"J.K. Rowling is a dangerous genius. She knew that she had the hearts of millions of people in her hands when she was writing it, and she used her power to destroy everyone's lives. I was utterly disgruntled," I wipe a single tear from my eye.
"I've never read the books," Tina says as she shrugs her shoulders.
"Are you kidding me? You've read Twilight like a kabajillion times, but you've never read Harry Potter? You're missing out on life!"
Brittany suddenly clutches onto my hand. "San," she whispers in my ear, "let's go somewhere. Before Mr. Schue comes in."
I turn excitedly to her. "Now you're talking."
She beams joyously and pulls me out of the room as the Glee Club stares incredulously after us.
We run down the hall when we hear Mr. Schue's voice. "Girls, where are you going?"
We slowly turn around. "Umm…" Brittany begins. "We're just going to the bathroom."
I stifle an ecstatic chuckle. Mr. Schue eyes us suspiciously, then says, "Alright, but don't take too long, we're starting a new lesson today."
"We won't!" Brittany smiles sweetly until Mr. Schue is inside the choir room. Then she turns her mischievous simper to me and says, "Let's go."
We dash out of the rotten building and to her small and silver car. I hurry in front of Brittany to open the door for her. "Mademoiselle."
She flashes a smile at me and gets into the driver's seat. I scurry around the car and jump into the passenger seat. "So where are we going?"
"I have no idea," she giggles uncontrollably. God, she's so perfect.
She turns the key in the ignition and we drive off with a feeling of ultimate liberation. After about ten minutes of driving, I word out a thought that's been making me somewhat puzzled.
"Britt?" I ask cautiously.
"Yeah?"
"How is it that you fell in love with me so quickly?"
The car is stopped at a red light and she twists her neck to gaze at me adoringly. "You didn't really leave me a choice. It was kind of impossible not to, what with your unconditional love and incredible adorableness."
My face flushes deeply and she chuckles. "So…" I hesitate. "You haven't been dreaming about me?"
"No, sadly not." The light turns green and her eyes are back on the road. "But I think that it was a sign when you were having dreams about me. A sign that we were supposed to be together."
"That's what I said, but you thought I was creepy at first."
"I was just overwhelmed, that's all."
"I told the Glee Club! I told them, 'Just you wait. She'll love me.'"
She sniggers and makes a left turn into a slip road. We begin to drive past infinite fields of crops. I gaze at her face, yearning to remember every freckle and every crease in her flawless complexion. I watch as her golden bangs sway weakly in the warm air that snakes into the car through a small opening in the window. Her fine biceps flex as she grasps onto the wheel. Her red Cheerios uniform clings to her tan skin.
She feels my eyes on her and briefly turns her head. "What?" A shy smirk appears on her face.
"Nothing, you're just beautiful."
Now it's her turn to blush. Her right hand leaves the wheel to clutch onto my left one.
After a few more minutes, she pulls off of the road. "What are you doing?" I ask as I look at the fields around us.
"Let's go."
"Go where? Britt, we're in the middle of nowhere."
"Come on!" she leaps out of the car and runs around to pull me out. We jog lightly, hand in hand, through a field of barley. We begin to climb over a small but surprisingly steep hill. When we finally reach the top, we gasp pleasantly.
Before us lies a huge field of beautifully purple orchids that fade into the horizon. "Wow," we sigh simultaneously. Britt drags me down the hill and into the heavenly field.
"Did you know that this was here?" I look at her and see her skin glistening in the warm sun.
"Nope," her smirk returns to her face. "But it's worth it, right?"
"Definitely."
The temperate sunrays shine brightly on my tired eyes. I yawn drowsily and Brittany gazes sideways at me. Suddenly, she lowers herself to the ground, pulling me down with her. She lays back and I place my head in the crook of her armpit as my arm hugs her torso.
"Aha. Just you wait," Brittany says with a delighted snigger from above me.
"Hey," I mutter sleepily. "Those are two awesome phrases that I coined, okay? Don't just go throwing them around like that."
She giggles softly. "I love you," I mumble.
"I love you, too."
I crane up my neck to place a lazy kiss on her lips and nestle back into her chest. We lie there in the calm and surreal field, enamored by our love and attached by the hearts, and before we know it, we're back to counting butterflies.
