Sorry I've been really busy with basketball and school. This is just a quick chapter that gives us insight into Santana's thoughts. The plot will pick back up in the next chapter. Update will come on Sunday, I promise!

Santana POV

I couldn't be happier with my life right now. It feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Brittany is the best thing that's ever happened to me. She's so amazing. She's caring, and supportive, and funny, and just, beautiful. Her lips are addictive and when I'm in her arms, right now just arm, I feel safe, like nothing can touch me. I wish she could see herself the way I see her. I worry about her. She's got history and I'd do anything to stop her from hurting. I want to talk to her about getting help for her anxiety and talking to a therapist about her past, but I'm afraid she'll push me away. I'll give it more time and maybe I'll come up with a good plan on how to approach her on it.

Then there's that queerio slut Stephanie. Of course I trust Britt, and I'd hope she'd never cheat on me, but this bitch is not someone I'd wanna do a trust fall with.

Brittany is so peaceful when she sleeps. It's like she's in a whole nother world when she dreams. I'm watching her right now, but not in a creepy sort of way. It's more like admiring her, committing every detail to memory as if it was my last time seeing her. I count the freckles that dust her cheeks; she likes to hide them, says they're "childish" but I think they're cute and I love Brittany without make-up. She's the sunshine of my life, so that's what I call her. She took habit to calling me Princess, but I guess I should've seen that one coming.

It's been four weeks since the Halloween party. So far, the cheerio's residential whores have left us alone, but I can see Stephanie lusting after my girl and that's not okay. Britt and her dad invited Puck, Tammy, and I over for Thanksgiving. Luckily Puck and Britt worked out their differences. Puck was afraid that he would lose Brittany if she started dating me, but Britt reassured him that they'd always be besties and she'd always have time for him. I got to witness Britt interact with Tammy, that girl is going to be a great mom someday.

Britt's sling comes off in two weeks, and she'll have to do some rehab, but she should be good to go by the new year. James has secretly been working on a way to get Britt back into the race, and I'm pretty sure he has. I'm almost finished the restoration and remaking of Britt's bike, which I still have yet to tell her about. I can only hope that she isn't mad at me. I've learned so much about racing and motocross since I've started and it's a great addition to my book of knowledge. Mechanics have been good to me over the years, but my dream is to become a teacher. I've gotta talk to Britt about college soon. I've been tutoring her and her grades are improving immensely. She's almost stopped skipping classes, and her smoking habits have declined tremendously.

The thing I've noticed most since I've started dating Brittany is her eyes. I've accidently discovered pictures of her as a kid and her eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky. When I first met Britt, her eyes were dull and on the verge of grey. There was so much hurt and anguish and sadness and caution in her pupils, but recently her eyes have come alive. They're vibrant like a fresh picked blueberry. The rims of her eyes widen a little bit and her eyes turn a darker shade of blue when she's turned on. We haven't gone all the way yet, but we've got time. Britt is so understanding and gentle. She doesn't get mad at me for chickening out when her hand travels down my stomach over my shirt and I have to tell her to stop. That doesn't stop her from being her overly confident and flirty self though.

Britt's playful around me, a side she'd never let anyone else see, except maybe her dad, but I think she's making up for the time she lost as a kid. I love it though, she makes me feel like a kid, too. We recently went out to get ice-cream then went to the park where she insisted she push me on the swing and hold me as we went down the slide together. Some of the kids there, who are now our little friends, played tag with us, and hide and go seek, and Britt promised some of the little girls that she would teach them monkey bars when her sling comes off.

"I just wanted to let you know, that no matter what anyone tells you, the love you and your girlfriend have is beautiful, and priceless. Don't let that one get away," said the mom sitting on the bench next to me watching her kids chase Brittany around and bouncing a baby on her leg.

"I. . . t-thank you," I stuttered out blushing.

Love? Did I love Brittany yet? I think I do.

She looked up at me and grinned that wicked grin she has when she gets an idea. I watched as she leant down and whispered to the kids who nodded.

One little boy came over to me and asked me to go the castle with him. I took his little hand in mine and followed as he lead me to the jungle gym.

"No Princess, don't go it's a trap," one little girl named Cassy yelled out.

The little boy told me to sit in the tunnel and laughed wickedly.

"Silly Princess, welcome to the dungeon. You're my wife now," he said in mock malice.

"We have to go save the princess," Britt yelled out.

Her army of tikes grabbed sticks and rushed toward "The Dungeon." They "Slayed," the dragon and climbed across, "The Bridge of Doom," until they were face to face with the little boy, "Sir Prince Harry," who had his hands folded across his chest and was "guarding me."

He and Britt stared each other down circling each other on the platform of the play set.

Britt lunged first, purposely missing the little boy completely.

I screamed in fake horror and pleaded for Brittany to save me.

The crowd of munchkins around her cheered her on. The kid and her went back and forth, purposely missing each other to extend the battle. They feigned exhaustion.

Finally, Britt stuck the stick next to the boy's side and he pinned it with his arm to make it look like Brittany had stuck it through his side. He collapsed to the ground and said, "I'm dead."

I held back a giggle at his cuteness. Brittany helped me out of the tunnel and I pretended to be relieved and grateful for her savior.

"Kiss, kiss, kiss," the kids around us chanted.

I pecked her on the cheek and the kids groaned.

"A real kiss, on the lips. Everyone knows that the knight always gets the girl and then she kisses him on the lips to show him how much she loves him and is happy he saved her," said Harry.

Britt looked at me questioningly and I just shrugged. We both leaned in. I captured her top lip between mine and wrapped arms around her waist. She ducked me with her good arm and the kids around us clapped and whistled.

She pulled me back up and suddenly, it was just me and her. There weren't kids surrounding us, no mothers, no crying babies, no sound. Just me and her.

"I love you," I whisper.

"I love you too," she whispers back without hesitation.

We're both smiling like idiots and just staring at each other. A chorus of "awww's," break us from our trance and we both pull back blushing.

"Okay, kids, it's time for me and Santana to go home, and I'm sure your parents want you home for dinner, too. But we'll see you soon, okay?" Britt tells them.

They pout but rush to hug her and me. We wave to the kids and their parents at the gate before turning down the street in the direction to Puck's house hand in hand.