I've finally found the inspiration to continue writing brittana (FU dani). I also unofficially graduated so no more classes and lots more free time to dedicate to writing. I hope there are still some people reading this story but if not its cool. I know I took a very long break from it. That won't be the case anymore :-)

I Have no beta so all mistakes are mine.

Anyways, long live Brittana my fellow shippers!


You know how they say there is no 'I' in 'Team'? Well, if I spelled 'teme' like I used to all the way up to second grade I could justify that 'me' is pretty much 'I' since it's the same thing – it's just used as an object. But that really was a long winded explanation for how I feel about my team right now.

Last night after Santana's surprise visit, I thought she was going to whisk me away for some fun gallivanting around town. But nope, she kept it classy. Basically, she kissed me goodnight on the hand and said she'd make it to our brainstorming meet as soon as she could.

I thought I woke up late and was having a sluggish start, but my supposed 'help' was being pretty useless. For one, Artie took Sebastian to the airport at eight; just about the time that I was waking up. I know this because I said some form of goodbye to Sebastian on his way out the door. Then, I went back to sleep thinking that I could squeeze in another hour and be up bright and ready for when Artie returned. I was totally ready but he came back and hit the sack again.

That brought us to 11:30am, four cups of coffee and way too many bagels.

"So uh, are we gonna start now?" I asked Artie as I washed down my fifth bagel with watered down coffee. What? Bagels are addicting, especially the kind glazed with sugar.

"I thought we were waiting for Santana."

He still wasn't sure about her, and the way he said her name told me so.

"Well, maybe you have something to share first."

"Let's start by deciding on a genre. Are you going to go on the action slash thriller route again?" Artie squeaked. "Or maybe do another installment of the Mr. Ziggers series. I'm sure your fans will flip over the new adventures of their favorite common hero."

"Hmmm," I pressed lips together and contemplated the suggestion. "I think Mr. Ziggers should take a break for now. Besides, there aren't any new Disney villains to pilfer."

"Wait, are you saying the villains in your stories aren't original? Should we be expecting a lawsuit anytime soon?" Artie was genuinely worried.

"Relax," I laughed and rubbed his back. Sometimes I wish Artie had a better sense of humor. "I just use them as my inspiration. All my bad guys are way cooler than Disney's anyway."

"Okay, so no continuation down that path." Artie clacked his nails rhythmically on the table. He was biting the other set.

Three firm knocks on my door broke the silence.

"That's probably Santana," I jumped up, scraping the chair across the floor.

"Well, gees. Be more excited Britt." Artie rolled his eyes. I could tell he was just as excited as I was to see Santana but for different reasons. For him, it was the chance to finally meet the 'troublemaker'.

"I would be, but I don't want to scare her off." I replied sarcastically. "Please be nice to her?" I put on the puppy-dog eyes.

"I don't promise but I'll try."

"Thanks." I giggled knowing he really meant it because he was trying so hard to keep a stone face but there was an unmistakable grin at the corner of his mouth.

I touched up my hair and clothes not really knowing why since it was only Santana. I didn't want to admit that I was a little nervous. Santana was going to meet Artie and I wanted them to like each other or at least get along.

Finally, I drew the chain and flung the door open. I was greeted by Santana's back.

"Uh, hey…" I said. It was totally lame but I didn't know what exactly I was supposed to say. I know how to answer doors, but this wasn't any random person and Santana wasn't exactly my friend or colleague either. And last time I had opened the door for her she pretty much barged in so I didn't know proper protocol. Should I offer to take her coat? Give her a hug? Oh, she looked like she had brought a giant box of something so maybe I should relieve her of that burden first?

"Hi Britt," Santana's voice was low and controlled. It sounded strange. She also looked strange now that I had the chance to take in what she was wearing. On her feet were army style boots. She wore ripped up jeans which looked like they might have actually gone into her club whole and come out receiving a dozen whippings. She was wearing a plaid shirt and underneath was a tight fitting wife beater – and by tight I meant her boobs were straining against the cotton, pushing for freedom. She was also wearing a pair of giant sunglasses and a Red Soxs cap.

"Did I mention role-play?" I blurted out. That was the first thing my mind went to for some reason. Plus, it was possible that I had mentioned it and then forgotten to dress up. I can be forgetful like that. "Cos I'm not sure who you're supposed to be but the outfit is badass."

"Uh, no…you didn't mention role-play. And if you did, I would have come better dressed. This is nothing compared to what I can do."

"So, you have like lots of costumes?" I was intrigued, which was a good thing because my imagination cells were getting juiced.

"I have few, but mostly I have props and a bunch of stuff I can mix and match. So, say you wanted me to be a pirate I could adapt my gypsy costume and put on some gold and an eye patch. I also have four different kinds of swords."

I was totally impressed. I was already thinking of Santana as a pirate of a powerful ship with slaves and a whip to punish them with.

"Yeah, if you two don't mind bringing your kinky fantasies inside," Artie interrupted, "or better yet start thinking of something that the public can actually read about." He muttered under his breath.

"Right, so I was hungry and since it's almost noon, I thought I'd bring lunch?" Santana held out the box which smelled suspiciously like Hawaiian pizza.

"Thanks San," I didn't miss my own slip up with her name. But it didn't seem like she heard me, or if she did, she didn't mind. She walked right along to the table where Artie was giving her his judgmental glare. She plopped the box of pizza smack on top of the finished box of bagels.

"Hi there, I'm Santana." She introduced herself confidently and held out her hand to Artie. I kind of forgot to play the host and do the whole 'so and so, this is so and so, meet so and so' thing.

"Artie," He shook her hand, "I've heard a lot of things about you and they weren't all good."

…And he had to go and start by being hostile. My hopes of this turning out well were slowly fading.

"Well, people didn't call me Satan in high-school for no reason," she brushed it off with a laugh. The effort Santana was making to be nice was almost shocking. I knew she was doing it for me and it gave me a really good feeling. Also, it earned her major brownie points.

"So, now that we're all here. We can start!" I clasped my hands together. "Just to bring you up to speed Santana, we decided – well it was mainly me – that I will not be continuing my beloved book series. So we are starting fresh."

"Okay," Santana placed both hands on the table like she was getting down to business.

"Suggestions?" Artie tested her. He was sitting on the fence between being nice and acting utterly cold.

"You know, Fifty Shades of Grey is really selling. And if you wanted my input on that I think I have some pretty good ideas."

Of course Santana would. I may or may not have skipped through the books. I bet Santana knew more about that stuff then I did.

"Britt, how do you feel about writing a porno?" Sarcasm was evident in his tone.

I knew Artie was taking a jab at Santana.

"Hey, it's not porn if its sixty-percent plot." Santana defended in good humor.

"Well, maybe if I had some …uh…experience in the field, I might be able to write…that." The sudden sparkling glint in Santana's eyes told me she had a million suggestions to voice – those that involved me taking a little visit to her club. Yep, my mind just went there.

"Uh…" Artie cleared his throat, "unless these experiences happened over this weekend I don't see how you can make the Monday deadline."

He had a good point, although I was not considering having those experiences – yet. I just found out a few weeks ago that Santana owned a seedy strip club. I wasn't ready to dive into that stuff, not until we had been on a couple dates at least.

The room went silent as the three of us brainstormed.

"I have an idea!" I quipped. Santana and Artie gave me their attention instantly. "It's not a story idea, but it could help our brainstorming." The excitement on Arties face faded but Santana still looked at me like I was going to reveal the world's newest invention. Her stare made me blush.

"We could write down a bunch of story elements and combine them." I went on because I really needed this to work. The pressure was mounting on my shoulders the longer it took us to come up with something. "So, I'll do people cos I'm good with that. Artie you do places, and Santana think of stuff that could happen. It could be wacky or super sad or impossible to happen in real life, just, anything."

"I don't know if this will work Britt," Artie sighed.

"Why don't we just try it first?" Santana snapped at him immediately, "Unless you have something better up your lame ass." Arties face turned to shock. It took me a few seconds to catch on.

"Oh," was all I could say. It was pretty mean.

"I'm sorry," Santana tried to repair the situation even though the damage had been done. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Let's just start." Artie cleared his throat and began jotting down some ideas. I looked at Santana and she looked back apologetically. I was surprised Artie hadn't wheeled himself out the door at the insult or given one equally offensive back.

At first the silence was awkward, but then my mind was going all over the place. I imagined so many types of characters from street vendors to fortune tellers to animal trainers. In the twenty minutes that followed, I probably wrote about fifty-seven characters.

"Okay times up!" I announced, ready to get on to the next step of the process. Both Artie and Santana put down their pens looking satisfied at their work.

"Artie can start reading the place, I'll say my pair of characters next and Santana will reveal what happens to them or how they relate. I'm super stoked, like, we could possibly come up with an amazing story!" I wasn't trying to create a vibe or anything. I really was excited to know what we could come up with.

"Okay, the first place is the Amazons of Brazil." Artie began.

"Ummm, we have a soldier and maiden in distress." I added.

"And they umm," Santana stuttered like she had put everything together in her head and didn't fancy the scenario or thought it was stupid. But that was the point. I needed something fresh.

"Hey Santana, what's gonna happen to the characters?" I urged her share.

"Fine, A gets food poisoning and B is supposed to help but is pretty much useless so the two kind of have to find a way to help A. They also don't like each other."

"Well, that could work." Artie muttered, "Although it isn't that original."

"That's okay," I peered at my paper, "we'll find a good combination."

It took us a few more tries to get something that I thought was pretty good. There was a scenario that a sorceress gets her garments stuck in an air-duct on a spaceship and the client blackmailed her to change his fate or he'd leave her to die. Another one was a little boy being abducted by a group of teenage girls on an island and they call a ransom but they don't really know how to do the whole ransom thing correctly. Finally, we came up with a story that might work.

It was about a girl who goes to a strict all girls' school. One day she falls off the top of the school's bell tower but doesn't die. She discovers that she was born with powers and uses them for bad things. The Principle does everything to stop the girl before she ruins the school's reputation.

"Oh, and then there can be another girl who has powers as well who steps out of the shadows and starts transforming the school for the better!" I continued where Santana's plot ended.

"…you'll have to add more plot," Santana folded her hands and smiled, "but this one is kind of cool."

"I think so too," I looked at Artie for consent. He nodded while deep in thought.

"Should we start on the pizza?" I said randomly, because I felt like taking a break and the fragrance floating out of the unopened box was calling for me.

"Sure, you two go ahead. I think I'll get some coffee downstairs unless you have some here?" Santana asked.

"No, Brittany isn't allowed to own kitchen appliances." Artie spoke up at the moment I was going to say that I ran out.

"Did her mother say that?"

"No, I did. Those things don't stand a chance of survival in her hands."

"Artie," I whined. It's not like I was going to lie to Santana about being terrible in the kitchen but I didn't need her thinking I was incapable of handling simple things this early on.

"You know what? That's fine," Santana brushed it off. "I'm terrible with the iron. I can't count how many shirts I've ruined or how many burns I got before I gave it up for good."

Santana was being so sweet. She made me feel like it was totally okay to almost have burnt the wooden cabinets above the stove to ashes that one fateful day.

She put a smile on my face again and then looked satisfied that she had been able to do that. I was going to have to start counting all the great things about Santana Lopez like I had mentally listed all the things about her that I hated before.

"I'll go with you to get coffee. Do you want anything?" I asked Artie.

"Nope, just hurry back before I eat all the pizza." I was actually worried about that because he had already started eating and Hawaiian was one of my favorites.

"Don't you dare." I playfully jabbed a finger at his nose.

"You've been warned," Artie shrugged.

As we waited for the elevator, Santana quipped, "do you think our coffee run will be as eventful as last time?"

I chuckled at the memory. What a close call that had been. "No, I absolutely hope there isn't an army of paps waiting for us. They already have you on their radar."

"What?" Santana's eyebrows shot up, "how could they already know? Some of your people could be making a pretty penny with the details of our relationship."

All was going fine until she had said 'relationship'. It reminded me that I hadn't had one in a long time that a 'relationship' was exactly where we were headed. It filled me with tingles of excitement. Even though we hadn't officially been on a date, it was safe to assume that Santana and I were 'dating'. So many words; so many labels. Nothing Santana and I had done up to this point could be explained in a single word.

"Britt? Did you change your mind about getting coffee?" I looked up to see Santana holding the door open for me while I came back from that rabbit trail of thoughts.

"Coming, sorry I was thinking of something…for the story." I added.

"Hey we are on official break right now." Santana pressed for the ground floor and smiled at me through the reflection of the elevator's walls. Good thing it was only the two of us because I started laughing for no reason.

"What?" Santana tried to keep a stern face but it broke the instant our eyes met again.

"Nothing, you… you're missing your glasses."

"So now I'm under dressed?"

"No, your outfit just doesn't look complete."

She frowned, a sort of pout that I would have never imagined her giving anyone in high-school or any colleague for that matter.

"But I'm kind of glad you aren't wearing them. Cos' I get to see your eyes." I turned her face towards me, bravely crossing into unchartered PDA territory – elevators were pretty public even if it was just the two of us.

Her eyes locked with mine and we stayed like that for a few seconds till she shied away. "We're almost on the bottom floor."

I felt like that was a big thing for her. With or without people watching, public intimacy might still be an issue for her. I was glad she let me touch her like that outside of my apartment.

"We look good together," I said to lighten the mood as the elevator came to a standstill. Santana took a glimpse of the two of us standing side by side in the reflection and subtly nodded.

I stepped out first, putting some distance between us just so Santana would feel more comfortable. I led the way to the Starbucks.

"What do you want?" I asked Santana who had her hands in her pockets and cap pulled low over her face. I guess she was still wary of the paparazzi because of last time. I wouldn't want to be an element of celebrity gossip either.

"Ummm, I'll get what you're having." I was surprised by her answer. I had a distinct understanding that Santana was a coffee person, and usually, coffee people have very customized orders – the kind that takes two breaths to say.

"Really?" I blurted out without knowing.

She just left with a coy smile to look at some rolls in the glass display. I wonder if it meant anything, like, she was trying to show that she trusted me to have good taste or maybe that we were in this together and she wanted the same things that I wanted? And how I thought of all that just because she said to get two of the same coffee was confusing me and making my heart thump louder than usual.

I got my favorite – two this time – and made my way back to Santana.

"What have you got?" I tried to look into the bag she was holding, not at all subtle.

"Just a peace offering," She replied but didn't let me have even a peek.

We made our way back to the elevators and I handed her one of the cups I was holding.

"Mocha Frappuccino?" She said with an interested look on her face as she took another sip.

"Yeah, have you ever had it?"

"No,"

My face heated up hoping that she liked it and didn't think I was a softy for loving frappuccino's more than other kind of coffee.

"It's got a nice blend. Is this your go to?"

"Yeah," I didn't reply too loudly. "What do you usually get?" If I knew, maybe next time I could try her favorite.

"Caffe Latte, but I'm adventurous. Last week I tried the Caramel Macchiato."

"And?" I said when her face didn't look too pleased.

"Tastes too much like taffy,"

"Oh," I nodded. The elevator came and we stepped in. Another couple followed us in. Santana and I stood next to each other in one corner and the couple stood in the other. They probably didn't know that we existed because they were talking excitedly about something the girl had bought for a friend's wedding present. The guy kissed the girl on the side of her head and then joined their hands. They continued to talk in their own little world.

I looked to Santana standing beside me. She was scrolling through her phone. I wished she could have observed the couple like I had. I wondered what she'd think about them.

"We're back," I announced to Artie and looked at my watch. We'd only been gone ten minutes so the pizza couldn't already be gone.

"Saved some for you," Artie pointed to the box that was still quite full.

"I knew you were just being sneaky and wouldn't eat all of it."

"Of course, I know it's your favorite."

"It is?" Santana said having come back from the kitchen or bathroom. "So I got it right without even knowing it. Score!" She pumped her fist and all I could think about was how she was such a cute dork.

"Anyways I got something for you." She announced and handed Artie the bag of treats.

"Buying into my good graces?" He said as he took out two muffins.

"Nope, I know you don't like muffin."

"Good observation," Artie laughed and bit into one anyways. I was too awestruck that the two of them were getting along to understand the joke right away.

"I like muffins." I blurted. The ones Santana had picked looked delicious, or maybe I was just super hungry.

"We know," Artie and Santana said at the same time and then they both laughed. This whole on the same wavelength thing between them put me on cloud nine. I didn't even care that I had made a joke at my own expense by mentioning that I liked muffins.

The afternoon went on the same way the morning had started. We created some more possible story prompts that Artie and Santana agreed were interesting. That left me with a list of seven prompts to choose from.

"It's in your hands now," Artie stretched his limbs and rolled his back. "I'm going to go home and get some sleep. I feel like my hangover is descending again."

"Yeah, it's been a long day. Thanks for helping out Artie." I went to the back of his chair when he was ready to go and kissed him on the top of his head. Santana followed Artie and I out the front door.

"See you around," she waved, "It was nice meeting you."

"You too Santana!"

I wheeled him into the elevator as he called for his chauffer to pick him up.

"Thanks for being nice to Santana." I whispered.

"She earned it" he winked, "but I've still got my eye on her."

"That went well," I let out a deep breath as Santana and I walked back into my apartment.

"So you think I've won him over?" Santana asked. It still baffled me that Santana cared enough to make Artie like her. She showed me that she was serious about integrating herself into my life by making friends with those closest to me.

"I think your muffins did," I joked with a wink. I could see her mind ticking and her mouth ready to spew some vulgar vagina jokes.

I began to busy myself with cleaning up the table and putting things away. Santana jumped in and offered her help immediately. When it was done she cleared her throat to get my attention.

"Umm, Brittany there's something I need to tell you."

Something bad was coming, I knew it. Those words were always a prelude to undesirable events.

"I'm going to need a rain check on our date." She blurted.

"Oh," I could feel my face drop in disappointment. I had been looking forward to my very first date with Santana. My mind automatically went to the reason that Santana probably wasn't ready to take that step yet. It might be too soon, I told myself. Getting excited about it had only been setting me up for disappointment.

"I have a business meeting all of next week. I have to fly Paris."

"Why Paris?" It didn't make sense to me. Didn't Santana co-own a club here in New York? What kind of business would require her to go to Paris for a whole week? Was she making up an excuse to buy time?

"A rich business man is interested in opening up something like Slash, and he wants me to help him. It'll be a really big and lucrative deal if it goes through. But unfortunately it requires a whole week of talks in Paris."

"I totally get it, you can go." I hadn't meant to make it sound like I was giving her permission to leave because who was I to do that? "What I mean is I'll be fine. You obviously have things to do that are none of my business."

"Britt, you know I wouldn't go if I had a choice. It's really unfortunate that it has to be next week. It's not in my power to change the timetable. You know I'd rather be with you – right?" Santana bit her lip and her eyebrows furrowed. She certainly looked torn about having to postpone our date.

"It's okay Santana," I took her hand, hoping that the touch would help me to convey understanding. " You've gotta do what you gotta do. And you'll be back in 7 days. It's not like you're going away forever and we can always video Skype although I'll have to get Artie to help me set that up."

"And you've got your book thing right?" Santana added. "The time that I'm away, you can work on meeting the deadline and then we'll both be free to spend time with each other."

"I guess so," I drew out knowing it was probably for the best but wanting so much for the deadline and the sex mogul to disappear so I could spend time with Santana now.

"You know I'll be thinking of you the whole time." Santana pulled me closer and set her hands on my hips. She gave them a light squeeze.

"Really? I thought you were going to be discussing sexy dancers? Do you think I could work a pole?" For some reason the question had popped into my mind. I genuinely wanted to know if I would be appealing enough in skimpy clothes should I give it a try. That's how my mind works; it goes to weird places sometimes.

"Okay, I've never thought about you as a pole dancer but I do think you're very sexy," Santana whispered in my ear. Her hot breath on my sensitive skin heightened my senses. "If you took a few lessons from me, I think you could be very good at seduction."

Knowing where this conversation was leading – my bed – I tried changing the subject before it was too late. I really needed to cool down.

"So, when do you leave?" I asked, pulling away a few inches.

"Tuesday, so the day after tomorrow," She replied, "which reminds me, I should probably get going. I haven't started packing yet."

"Yeah, sure," I said a little sad that she had to leave already. Ever since we reconnected, I craved the time I got to spend with Santana. I enjoyed getting to know this new side of her that I had never had the opportunity to experience before.

She was so sweet, so attentive. I couldn't have dreamed that Santana would ever act this way towards me.

"Could I maybe…"

"You know what?" We said at the same time. We shared a laugh.

"You go first," I told her.

"I was going to say that if you have time now, I could take you out somewhere. It wouldn't really count as a date because I haven't had time to arrange anything but maybe we could take a stroll down the riverside and get something to eat?" She said all in one breathe so she exhaled heavily.

"I'd love that Santana, but I'm kind of tired now. Could we take a nap first?" I figured since she was giving me her evening, that she probably didn't have anywhere else to be right now. Why not get in some extra cuddles since I wouldn't be seeing her for a whole week?

"I'd love that," Santana said with a wink as I led her to my bedroom.

Lying in bed with Santana without having to do anything was quickly becoming my favorite thing to do. I rested my head on her shoulder but she pulled me in closer. My head was soon cushioned by her chest. She was so soft, her breasts made the perfect pillows. What I liked even more was the way I could hear her heart beat as we both lay still. The sound of her heart pulsing lulled me close to sleep. Her fingers running through my hair and massaging my scalp also helped to put my mind at ease.

I took a quick peek up at Santana to see if she was falling asleep too. She looked calmly out the panorama window at the sun slowly setting on the giant skyscrapers of New York City.

"I'm really glad you're here." I mumbled contentedly.

"So am I," She replied with a smile. She leaned down to press a soft kiss to my forehead. I cuddled my body into her even more if that was possible.

It must have been a few hours that I had fallen asleep exhausted from last nights and this morning's events. Santana was gone from my bed that was the first thing I noticed.

"San?" I called out with a sleepy voice. I checked the time on the digital clock by my bed. It would be a good time to go for that walk.

I must have not called out for her loud enough because when I emerged from my room I found her engrossed in one of my books. It was the one she had singled out the time before.

"Hey, how long have you been awake? Why didn't you wake me up?" I pouted with a croak still in my voice.

"You were so peaceful, I couldn't." Santana closed the book and slid it away. She got up and wrapped me in a hug.

My stomach rumbled and I giggled. I didn't think I could be hungry again after eating most of Santana's pizza a few hours ago.

"Was that you?" Santana poked my stomach playfully.

"I get hungry super often, I'm sorry."

"Don't be, now I get to take you out."

"Okay," I replied, "let me get some proper clothes on and we can go."

Santana parked in front of a vibrant flea market that had sprung up close to the riverside.

"I've never noticed this place before." I told her as I took in the variety of stalls.

"It's pretty new and only opens on the weekends," Santana said and nodded for me to follow her. I could tell that she had probably been here a few times because she knew her way around.

"So, I thought we could get these corn dogs," Santana led me to a stall, "I guarantee they are the best in New York. They also sell waffles."

"If you say so," I replied and looked at the variety of waffles the man had to offer.

"Hi Louis could I get 4 corn dogs, a cinnamon waffle and… what do you want Brittany?" Santana asked me. Louis had already started warming up Santana's order.

"I'll have a maple waffle please," I told him.

He smiled and added my order to Santana's in the oven. "So, is this your special lady Santana?"

I turned to look at her because I didn't know she talked about me to other people. Santana blushed and lowered her head a little out of embarrassment.

"This is Brittany, Louis; she's someone I've known for a long time."

"I see, I'm sorry if I made this awkward," He began to bag our order. "I just remember you telling me that if you ever had a special lady, you'd bring her around."

Santana mumbled something that I couldn't catch and then she thanked Louis. "See you soon," she said as she led me away.

I began to wonder who Louis was. Santana seemed quite comfortable talking about her personal life with him. Maybe they knew each other from before?

"Here," Santana interrupted my thoughts. She held out a bag with two corndogs and my waffle. "So maybe we could walk by the river for a little while and then get dinner somewhere, if you're still hungry."

"Sounds good," I replied.

There were a quite a few families and couples around us but the only person I noticed was Santana. We talked about some random things. There were moments of silence but we were comfortable just sharing each other's company. Santana was as charming as ever making small jokes now and then about the city and some things she had seen.

About an hour later, Santana and I decided to head home. Since we came in her car, she drove me back to my apartment building and offered to walk me all the way up to my door.

"That's alright," I told her knowing what a hassle it would be to find parking space. "Thanks for taking me out. I had a really nice time."

In my mind, it had been a date since Santana had bought me food and taken me to a special place. I was going to tell her as much but she spoke first.

"I just want to let you know that that wasn't a date. I can do so much better than that and I'll take you on a proper one when I get back."

She so desperately wanted to do things the 'proper' way that I went along with her decision to not count tonight as a date.

"I can't wait to be taken on a proper date," I told her, "But tonight was pretty perfect, so thank you."

"You're welcome," she beamed.

We sat in the car waiting for something. I knew she probably wanted to kiss me goodnight but was too uncertain to ask. So I made the first move and gravitated towards her. I tilted my head a little so she knew what I intended to do.

She got the hint and closed the gap. It was the softest kiss we had shared so far but she made it wonderful. It was the perfect end to a perfect day.

"Goodnight Brittany," she whispered against my lips.

"Goodnight," I replied and couldn't stop myself from pressing my lips into hers one more time.

I got out of her car and I gave a small wave as I watched her pull away.


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