AUTHORS NOTE: as usual, I love feedback. ;)


Boston, Massachusetts, present day.

"San, did you get it?" Brittany asked as she stood in pose in front of the tall fountain that rested in front of the older building,

"yep." Said the Latina before snapping a few pictures of the tall blonde. The cheery teen ran over to the brunette's side and took the Polaroid camera. It was the fifth stop they had made so far and the blonde loved visiting and exploring museums.

"Thank you sanny." She said brightly and flashed her friend a smile before placing a quick kiss on the Latinas soft plump cheek. Santana couldn't help but blush. She was startled when the blonde ran off on the pavement walkway.

"B, wait up!" the brunette shouted to the blonde. She chuckled before running off and after the teen. Brittany smiled as she counted each step she hopped up on, making her way up the tall stairs inside of the older building. "What are you doing?" Santana complained.

"I want to see the fountain from a higher view!"

Brittany explained excitedly pacing up the stairs. The brunette rolled her eyes following with a soft groan.

"You're too slow Miss Lopez." She teased as the Latina ran up the stairs behind her.

She was quickly out of breath. And the way Brittany said her last name made Santana feel some kind of way

"I am NOT slow. You are just too hyper." She corrected the blonde and crossed her arms, now walking besides her at the same pace. "im not a very lazy person, san. You know that." Brittany noted as they made it to the top of the stairs.

Santana spit out a small laugh. "Are you calling me lazy, pierce?"

"I dunno…" the blonde shrugged and let her fingers run across the stairway railings. "I guess I'm not someone who's on the bottom." Brittany noted as Santana made her way to the stain glass window, it was huge.

'Was that a fucking sex joke?'

Santana felt her mouth go dry as she blushed darkly at Brittany's words. What was she even talking about? Cuddling? Sleeping? The question ran through the Latinas head for a while until she felt the embrace of warm arms latching onto her waist. Her eyes widened at the touch.

The blondes blue eyes roamed out the window, staring at the fountain outside.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" she asked softly. Santana had to swallow to regain some moist in her mouth before she could even begin to answer.

"u-hm. Y-yeah." The Latina stuttered. Brittany took her eyes off of the sight to see the flustered brunette blushing in her arms.

The blonde loved the way her best friend felt in her arms. She loved everything about it. She couldn't understand why her feelings for Santana could feel so right, but be so wrong in the Latinas eyes. It hurt her chest just thinking about the shame she faced, and the tears she flooded from Santana's denial. She hated that night.

"b-Britt, we can't-" Santana spit out before escaping from Brittany's gentle grip. The blonde tilted her head confused,

"We can't what?" she asked curiously, a little taken back by the Latina. Santana looked away slightly and shook her head.

"w-we can't uhm, we can't stay here... We should get going..." She corrected herself with pink cheeks. Brittany knitted her eyebrows together, not understanding what the problem really was.

But the Latina soon noticed and crossed her arms. "I just really wanna get to the house. We were supposed to be there an hour ago but Britt you stopped at basically every tourist attraction or park you saw." She defended herself and assured the blonde.

"okay… whatever you say." Was all Brittany said before giving in, and shoving her camera back into her jeans pocket.


After spending a few hours in Boston that contained mostly of sight-seeing and eating,

It was nearly one in the afternoon when the two finally arrived in Cape Cod.

They were driving through Provincetown as Santana smiled at the blonde as the sun beamed through her bright shimmery hair.

Brittany almost jumped out of her seat when she saw the tall lighthouse past by them.

"oh san can we please check that out?!" The blonde asked excitedly.

"B, its just a lighthouse." Santana shrugged and continued driving.

"but saannn! I've never been to one!" she protested and crossed her arms.

"Look, the beach is right there Britt. Once we unpack we'll go swimming for a bit

then I promise I'll take you to see it before we go back to the house. Okay?"

Santana promised and held her pinky out.

"Pinky promise." the brunette added and watched the blonde grin, quickly linking their pinkies. Santana liked how private the beach road was as she drove through it, I mean after all it was a beach house which meant free private access whenever they wanted. it was like a road that strangely lead to a small beach. Brittany read the directions on her phone and bit her lips before shouting

"Stop!" the startled Santana hit the brakes no more than a second later. "What the hell B?!" she shouted back.

"It's right here!" the blonde spoke, flashing the brunette with a bright smile. She quickly grabbed her bag and opened her car door, running out and up the driveway.

"Britt! Wait for me!" Santana complained as she listened to the teen squeal, waiting on the porch steps. The Latina grumbled to herself and pulled into the driveway, parking her car. "Do you have ANY patients?" she asked her friend.

"Oh come on san, don't be a party pooper!" Brittany stuck her tongue out and teased the brunette. Santana rolled her eyes before exiting the car and making her way the trunk.

"Why don't you just give me a hand bab-" she stopped in her tracks. "Brittany…" She corrected herself and turned her head to miss a seemingly disappointed blonde.

Brittany missed the cute nicknames Santana used to call her. She wasn't quite sure why she stopped calling her any of them. It's been that way since the night they stopped talking. She wondered often if she made things weird between them. Whatever the reason was, it bugged the sighed before returning to the car, and retrieving her things. As she stumbled up the driveway Santana slammed the trunk door shut, causing Brittany to flinch at the sound.

"Keys?" the Latina asked after reaching the front door. With no reply, the blonde pursed her lips before lifting the plant besides the doorway and taking the small house key.

'Figures..' Santana rolled her eyes. She watched the teen as she unlocked the door, dragging her bags inside.

"B, let me help you with that" she said as she walked over to the blonde, attempting to grab a hold of one of her heavy backpacks. "It's fine. I've got it..." was all Brittany said before dragging her things upstairs with her. Santana sighed before giving in and leaving her own things aside the steps.

'Great, now she's pissed.' she assumed. The Latina roamed the beachy house as she took in her new settings. it was a two-story place, and it was very different from that hotel room. "not bad sugar, not bad." the Latina mumbled under her breath. She glanced at the clock before taking off her jacket and setting it on the kitchen table.

"hmph…" she squinted her eyes curiously at the two used cups in the sink. After she scanned the area, finding nothing less, she silently checked out the backyard, it was small but decent. The brunette made her way to the back patio. It was beautiful. It was wood fenced all around, but it only took an opening of the gate to walk down the path to a somewhat small but sandy beach. She smiled as she sat on the blonde sand. The color reminded her of Brittany's soft hair. Not to mention how good it smelt. She let the sun glare down on her peacefully.

As the blonde unpacked her things, stuffing her clothing in the dressers, she felt a sudden feel of tiredness pass her. For a second she wondered why she felt so restless. Then she soon realized that she literally hasn't slept in fifteen hours. She yawned before reaching into her bag and taking the picture of her and the Latina she had brought along with her.

'Stop letting it get you… you know better.' She pondered at the framed photo for a while until she set it down on the dresser.

After unpacking, she then took her phone from her pocket seeing that she has had a few missed calls. Another yawn hit her, but harder this time as she set her phone down on the bedside table, plopping onto her stomach on the cozy bed. "I'll get it later…" she mumbled, not thinking of the consequences as she began letting her now increasingly heavy eyelids shut.

"B?" Santana called out as she entered the upstairs bedroom. She crossed her arms, pursing her lips when she stopped at the door way staring at the sight of the very much sleeping blonde. "well, there goes our beach plans." She mumbled before walking over to the other end of the bed and sitting.

She turned her head as her eyes met the framed picture resting on the bedside table. How close they were in that photo made the Latina emotional as a smile grew on her face. she felt bad for earlier, she was mentally slapping herself for not just saying it. it would have spared her hurting her best friends feelings. she laid her eyes on the sleeping beauty besides her before taking a shaky breath, moving in closer to the teen.

She then sighed as she ran her hand softly along Brittany's long soft hair. her brows knitted together the blonde winced at the touch of the Latinas palm on her neck softly. 'The hell?' she wondered.

Brittany sleepily rolled onto her back as she laid her neck onto her arm, wincing at the touch. The Latina moved closer to the blonde as she carefully pushed her locks out of the way of her neck. "what the fuck?!" she spit out when she saw a large darkening bruise on Brittany's soft exposed skin, that was taking up a large portion of her scanned the dark purple surface before putting the pieces together in her head.

"COLTON." She almost shouted. She felt her blood rush through her head as she got instantly dizzy. The thought of that scum bag attacking at Brittany's neck made her cringe.

'Why hasn't she told me? And how could she let him do that?!" Her thoughts running faster through her head, she couldn't process any of it.

The thought of Colton having Brittany in such a vulnerable state, the thought of what she might have done to him, and the thought of Brittany getting hurt. It was just filling her with all kinds of rage. She couldn't take it. She groaned, standing up out of the bed and exiting the room. Her pace quickened as she ran out the front door, not hesitating before slamming it shut.


"My heart belongs to only you,

I've never loved as I love you.

You've set a flame within me burning,

A flame to stay within me yearning."

"You're so beautiful, Santana." the blonde spoke in all honesty as she slow danced with the Latina in her arms. She was absolutely glistening with a sheer sparkle in her eyes.

Santana always looked stunning, but Brittany had never seen her so… perfect.

"It's just for you I want to live,

It's just to you, my heart, I give.

I'll always be your slave my darling,

Through the coming years."

She stayed focused on the Latina's brown, mocha-like eyes. She had no familiarity of her surroundings, but she felt so safe. So in love.

They swayed soft, and slowly as they danced, not breaking eye contact for a second. Which was surprising considering Santana wasn't fond of making eye contact with anyone.

"There were sometimes where I was doubtful,

Of this new love affair.

But now my mind is no more doubtful,

I've found my heaven, with the help of a prayer."

The all-together Latina smiled at the taller blonde while she kept her hands steady around the girl's neck, gently caressing her thumb against her soft bare skin.

Brittany was cupping Santana's hips from each side before she took one hand off and gently spun the brunette once around and then carefully pulled her back into her warm embrace.

There was something unusually 'perfect' about this situation, not that it was a bad thing, just something Brittany hadn't expected. A part of her felt like it had always been there, waiting. Hiding under whatever had been trying to keep it unseen.

On the other hand, it felt like feeling 'it' had been nearly impossible to feel.

Brittany had actually not only felt, but she could see it. And it only took three words to prove that it actually exists. But what was missing from all of it?

"You are the song within, my soul.

A melody that can't grow old.

I've known for long,

My heart belongs to only you."

Was it the sound of the music that sang out softly and put a muse between the impossible

Space between the two? Or the way Brittany had felt so in love?

By the way Santana kept her eyes on the blue ones in front of her explained it all.

The blonde had swallowed her pride, and without fear or hesitation, leaned in slowly as the song reached its near end. Somehow she managed to breathe out an "I love you" as she did so.

"You are the song within my soul,

a melody that can't grow old.

I've known for long, my heart belongs to only...

You."

The lyrics had just finished as she closed the gap between them while the tune still played out.

Within seconds, Brittany's soft warm lips were pressed against the full, plump ones in front of her.

It felt like bliss. Complete heaven.

Brittany had felt like nothing could ruin a moment so perfect.

Just lips, on lips. And such musing silence. Something she had waited for, for what felt like her entire life.


Alright ya'll! Sorry if this one was a bit messy. But I have great ideas in store for the next chapter so review up! Don't be shy;) also questions will be answered if you have any.

The song here was:

bobby Vinton - 'my heart belongs to only you.'

One of my favorites. Such a sweet melody. It's an oldie but you should check it out till next time! Be sure to leave a review for more. XD