I wish this was a little fluffier after yesterday's fun news, but Santana is a bit of a grumpy baby. Hopefully it's cute anyways. I think this story is going to have about 3-4 chapters of Hawaii and then some sort of conclusion (original plan was them back in NY but I might be too bitter for that, we'll see. Maybe it's safer to leave them on vacation indefinitely). Thanks for reading and for the reviews. I love them!

Though Santana could have sworn that Brittany had been bopping along to her iPod just moments ago, she was currently passed out, head flopped sideways with her ear nearly touching her shoulder and her laptop abandoned on the tray-table. With a silent snort, Santana reached over and clicked the mouse pad, the screen lighting up to display folders organized with their trip pictures most of them carefully sorted by date or location. She had intended to shut down the machine, but Santana was intrigued when she saw the one titled 'Best Part of my Trip'. Curiosity got the better of her and she clicked it opened. But what she found instantly made her slam the laptop shut.

Heart pounding, she glanced over to Brittany, but she was still asleep, oblivious to Santana's rapid movement.

Santana glanced around with a guilty expression, trying to assess if anyone else had seen the contents of that folder. She was glad that their two seats were together by the window, separated from other passengers by the narrow aisle. The people around them were mostly asleep and no one seemed to have taken any notice of Santana.

Deciding that she was safe for the moment, she pulled the computer into her lap, artfully angling the screen so she was sure it could not be seen by anyone in the row behind them. Cautiously, she opened it once again, just far enough to confirm, that, yes, she had in fact stumbled on what was probably about a hundred picture of her naked body.

She was asleep in all the photos, explaining why she didn't recall any of them being taken. Stretched across the hotel bed in Lesbos, there she was in all her glory. She looked damn hot, there was no denying that. The changes in her position and the lighting made it clear that this little project had been ongoing over several different nights. It had a bit of a creepy stalker vibe, or rather it would, if not for the way every single picture made Brittany's love for her so blatantly obvious. She wasn't sure how it was possible to express love through a picture, but as she scrolled through the folder and saw her body through Brittany's artful eye, she only felt loved. Somehow, the pictures made her feel more beautiful than words ever had.

Realizing suddenly that she should probably not be looking through such pictures on a plane full of people, Santana followed through on her original intention of powering down the laptop and slipping it into the bag sitting between Brittany's feet.

She proceeded to pull up the armrest between them and arranged the shitty airline provided pillow as best as she could behind her back before gently nudging Brittany. Brittany's nose twitched at the disturbance and she groaned, her eyelashes fluttering.

"Come here, babe," Santana whispered, tugging her close. "You're going to get a sore neck like that."

Barely awake, Brittany was easily guided into her arms, her head settling onto Santana's chest as Santana wrapped an arm around her back. Brittany sighed and in moments her body was heavy with sleep. Closing her eyes, Santana hoped that she would soon follow.


Santana was roused from half-sleep when the cabin lights turned back on and the flight attendants starting coming down the aisle to pass out what was probably a sad excuse for a muffin and watered-down coffee. Her annoyance was slighted dampened at the sight of Brittany, still asleep and now draped across Santana's lap, drooling a little onto her leggings.

When she heard the static of the overhead speaker, Santana covered Brittany's exposed ear with her hand, shielding her from the unnecessary message that they would be landing in LA in under an hour. Santana had no need to be reminded that they were not at their final destination and would need to rush through an airport to get on yet another plane. It had already been almost a full day of travel and she wished she had noticed the length of these flights before she had suggested Hawaii.

Despite Santana's best efforts, Brittany stirred, mumbling sleepily and shifting, looking uncomfortable. Santana rubbed her shoulder soothingly, but there was nothing she could do to make these plane seats into a bed. Brittany whined softly then swiped a hand over her mouth and sat up, stretching her back with a slightly dazed expression.

"We're landing soon," Santana told her, kissing her cheek where it was red and creased from sleep.

"Mmkay." Brittany blinked and rubbed sleep out of her eyes, and Santana wondered how she could possibly look so cute with her shirt a wrinkled mess and her hair falling out of its braid.

They were served their breakfast, which was pretty much as bad as Santana had expected. She picked at her biscuit, watching in amusement as Brittany finished hers in two bites. Wordlessly, Santana passed over the rest of her own.

"You sure?" Brittany checked, already bring the food up towards her mouth.

"Yeah," Santana assured her. She watched Brittany eat, pointing out, "You know I'll buy you real food at the airport, right?"

"This is good," Brittany garbled around a mouthful.

"Right." Santana took a sip of her weak coffee, trying to decide if she should choke it down or if she could wait an hour and get a proper caffeine fix at the first Starbucks she found.

Remembering something important, Santana asked, "Hey, Britt? I have kind of a weird question of you." When she saw that she had Brittany's attention, she continued. "I found some pictures on your computer…"

Brittany bit her lip in what Santana was sure was an attempt to hid a smirk, but the twinkle in her blue eyes gave her away. "That's not a question, Santana."

"But somehow I think you know exactly what I'm talking about."

Brittany flushed slightly. "Are you mad?"

Santana shook her head. "No, but I'm really jealous."

"Jealous?" Brittany's face crinkled in confusion; it was clear that she had not been expecting that response.

"Um, yeah. How come I don't get to have pictures like that of you?" She teasingly bumped their shoulders together.

Brittany grinned. "You can have naked pictures of me."

Santana shushed her, Brittany's voice far too loud for the particular subject that they were discussing in public.

"What?" Brittany asked innocently, her volume not reducing in the slightest. "Now you don't want pictures of me naked? Because I was going to let you take as many as you wanted. Picture that is. Of me naked. And I was considered posing for you. Naked."

Santana clapped a hand over her mouth to make her stop talking and Brittany licked her palm with an excessively wet tongue. She wrinkled her nose at the sensation, but it wasn't like Brittany's saliva particularly grossed her out so she kept her hand in place.

"Are you done?" Santana asked after a few moments.

Brittany nodded, but as soon as Santana removed her hand, she mouthed the word 'naked' one last one. Santana rolled her eyes and only felt a little guilty as she wiped her hand off on the seat. What the next passenger didn't know wouldn't hurt them.

"I was just offering something I thought you wanted," Brittany said teasingly. "But I guess not."

It was probably better to ignore the teasing, but Santana couldn't help but respond with, "I never said I didn't want it."


Clearing customs was a blur, but as soon as their passports were stamped and they were welcomed back to the United States, Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and followed her nose towards the scent of sweet, sweet caffeine. Okay, technically she followed the airport map, but same thing. When the familiar green logo came into view, Santana picked up her pace, dropping Brittany's hand in favor of digging out her wallet.

"Wow, I am a little insulted right now," Brittany told her.

"Why?" Santana asked distractedly, shoving aside a few leftover Euros to find her trusty American Express.

"You're more excited about this coffee then you get for sex." Brittany gave her a teasing swat on the ass.

She didn't bother to validate that was a response. Brittany knew better than anyone that it was absolutely false. Instead she asked, "Do you want anything?"

"Nope, I'm good." Brittany relieved Santana of her massive carry-on, shouldering it alongside her own. "Go get in line before we miss our next flight, you little addict."

Santana scoffed, stepping away from Brittany to wait for her coffee, ignoring the way her body was buzzing a little like she was about to get a hit. Whatever, this was a normal reaction, despite the fact that she had managed to fall in love with the one person in the world who could pass up Starbucks.

Santana bought a scone for her anyways.


"Santana please, we're in LA," Brittany begged, bouncing in her chair as they waited at the gate to board their last flight. Direct to Maui. Thank god.

"We're at an airport," Santana pointed out dryly.

"Yeah, LAX!"

"Right, so look for some famous people and take their pictures instead," Santana suggested.

"But I'd rather have a picture with you," Brittany said sweetly, her pout threatening to make an appearance.

Santana rolled her eyes, not sure why she even bothered to argue. She should know by now that she would always give in when Brittany was this adorable and excited about photo-documenting every moment of their vacation.

"Fine." Brittany lunged towards her in excitement. Santana held up her hand. "But." She paused, waiting until she was sure Brittany was listening. "No Instagram, no Facebook, no Twitter. I do not want all your weird followers seeing me like this." She gestured at her rumpled outfit and messy hair.

"You look so cute. I'm sure they'll think so too. They always think you look cute."

Santana gave her a pointed look.

Brittany sighed. "They won't think anything because they will never see the picture."

"Exactly," Santana said firmly.

"It's still going in my Santana Scrapbook," Brittany said firmly.

"You have a…. You know what, never mind. Let's take the picture." She pulled the tie out of her hair and redid her bun in an attempt to look somewhat human.

"Score!"

Brittany wriggled close and pressed their faces together, her long arm holding out the phone. When Santana saw herself on the screen, with no makeup and exhaustion from twenty hours of travel written across her face, she tried to pull away.

"Nu-uh," Brittany said, anticipating the move and wrapping an arm around her to keep their bodies close. "You're fine. Now smile."

She defiantly did not smile, but instead pouted her lips at the camera. Brittany turned to kiss her cheek right as she took the picture.

Brittany kissed her cheek again before looking at the photo and declaring, "This is going to be my lock-screen forever."

"Seriously, Britt? We have like a million pictures from Greece that are better than that one."

Brittany shrugged. "I like this one."

Santana peaked over to see Brittany's phone, and had to admit that it was pretty cute, given the circumstances. But only because she was quite sure that it was actually impossible for the two of them to take a picture that did not to turn out. They were both hot and looked way too good together. That didn't go away when they were exhausted or drunk or making silly faces. Hell, they were even adorable in the album aptly titled, 'Santittany get higher than Lord Tubbington on Ecstasy' and Santana could still only remember flashes of that night.

"Cute, yeah?" Brittany asked.

Santana shrugged and rested her head on Brittany's shoulder.

Brittany stroked her hair and made a cooing noise. "I know you're getting grumpy, but after this flight we'll be in a tiny little beach house and you can sleep as long as you want."

"No," Santana corrected her. "After this flight we have to find our luggage, rent a car, drive across the island, and probably buy some food."

"I'll drive and you can sit in the car at the grocery store," Brittany assured her.

"No way," Santana said adamantly. "Who knows what we will be eating this week if I do that."

The giggle that came from Brittany told Santana that her instincts were correct.

"How are you so happy right now?" Santana asked, not that it was really a surprise.

"You know it's because I don't suffer from the Santana curse of inability to sleep on moving objects," Brittany said, sounding far too wise and rational.

"Ugh, I know," she groaned at the reminder. "And you actually like sleeping in cars. You kinda suck sometimes."

"Wanky," Brittany responded, so perfectly timed that Santana had to smile.

Brittany grinned back and held out her arms. "Come on, I'm not a moving object and we have a while before they start boarding; you can sleep on me."

Santana eyed her lap, not sure how that would be particularly comfortable with the hard plastic chairs and merciless armrests. But cuddling with Brittany was never a bad thing and she was offering so sweetly. Unable to refuse, Santana climbed into her arms, her feet flopping over onto the seat beside them and her face tucking into Brittany's neck, finding her familiar scent even over the weird airplane smell.

"Better?" Brittany asked.

"Much," Santana sighed, relaxing and feeling like she might be able to doze for a while, despite the copious amounts of caffeine she had recently consumed.

Before she closed her eyes, something occurred to her. "Wake me up if you see any celebrities. I wants to watch you get your paparazzi on."

Because she now knew for a fact that Brittany had plenty of experience taking stalker photos.