10.- Crystal clear
I had barely slept since last night. Santana was just amazing… Everything went on so well, at first I thought she was going to be reluctant and that she´d probably want to wait for the right time to come. But; I guess that everything feels right when we´re together….
It´s not the way it was with Maya, or Paige, or anyone I´ve ever been with. This feels mature, already grown, like… (and this is probably a weird way to see it) but it´s like when you choose what you want to do with your life, like when you know what college you want to go to. You accomplish your years at High School, and you´re somehow scared but sure at the same time. You find yourself on the first day settling in looking all around you and you know you´ve made the right choice…
That´s how it feels with Santana. I´m falling in love with her quicker than I thought I could…
Somehow I´m scared because the people I love or care about always get hurt because of me, or eventually I end up pushing them away to protect them. But that was a long time ago. Now I´m safe and nobody can harm me now and I´m not planning on making Santana walk away from my life.
Santana was still asleep (I was still tired from last night too, but it was worth it), she was facing her bathroom door. Her shoulders were the only thing that was available for my eyes to see (besides her hair). She moved a little allowing me to see her shoulder blades. I slowly placed by body behind her. I kept on remembering last night. The way she made me feel and my mind relived her lips over my body, making me shiver and breath heavily, wishing that the night had never ended.
I looked at the clock. "9: 00" it read. We had barely slept three hours or maybe less. I looked for something I could put on so I could go to the bathroom. I tiptoed my way there so she wouldn´t wake up.
I looked around and realized that we had left a trace of clothes all the way to her bedroom. I smiled. I looked at my reflection in the mirror, and I realized that I had something that looked kind of like her pj´s or something. It was a black shirt that said "McKinley High Titans". I smelled the t-shirt. It had her sweet scent, some combination between fruity and fresh.
I was a little curious, so I began wandering around the place (which wasn´t really big, but still made me curious). Las times I´ve been here was for quick things so I hadn´t taken a look around her place.
I saw some shelves that had pictures and medals of her many cheerleading competitions. She looked pretty hot in her uniform. I saw another frame with a picture of her family in it. She was hugging two older women by her sides and an older man was behind them. They were sitting on a sofa, looking pretty happy; Santana looked like she had 16 or 15 years old.
In another frame there was a picture of Quinn besides Santana and another blonde girl
(I guess she was Brittany). I looked elsewhere and saw another pretty frame with a picture of her with Kurt, Rachel, Quinn and a whole bunch of people. I guess that was her glee club.
I saw other things like a couple dvd´s of tapes from her childhood; the classic infancy album that I imagined her mother would probably show me if I met her.
If she was beautiful now, she would´ve been a pretty cute girl a long time ago… I took the liberty of opening it. Half of her childhood memories she had spent with some blonde girl, that putting all the pieces together, I acknowledged was Brittany.
I remembered that day in the coffee when we talked about Maya and Brittany, now I understood how much she had suffered with her, but at the same time, the one that caused her misery was also her joy. I understood that perfectly because that´s how things were with Maya…
I closed the album and put it back in order. I took another glance to see if she was still deeply asleep. I just had an idea.
I wrote her a note and left it on her bureau, put on some jeans my shoes and grabbed a coat from her rack, I took my camera too. I went to the first picture developing center I could find. I printed out all our pictures from last night and bought an album. I accommodated the pictures in the car and then went to another store to look for a box to put the album in.
I bought a big gift box too and put it all there. Afterwards I returned to her place. She was still asleep.
I took off all the clothes again only leaving her shirt, I managed to get beneath the sheets carrying her present but hiding it under my pillow. I planted small delicate kissed on her back and neck which made her moan sweetly and finally waking her up.
"Hey" she said still half asleep. Santana turned over and was now facing me
"Hey there" I said whispering. "Did you have a good sleep?" I asked her caressing her face. She was playing with my hair.
"The best" she said also whispering "Last night was … incredible" I felt my ego rising
"Yeah, it really was amazing" I said. We kept quiet for a while and then I pulled the box out. Santana looked bewildered at the box wondering what it was.
"If every time we have sex you´re gonna give me a present to award my performance you…" My laughter interrupted her.
"No silly! It´s not a sex award! Just open it…" Santana obeyed, but she still looked puzzled.
"A photo album?" She was confused. I opened it and showed her our pictures. Santana remained silent. She passed the pages looking at all the pictures I had taken.
"This is beautiful Emily, really" I held her face gently as I pushed back a lock of hair that covered her left eye
"It´s for us to start making our own memories" I said. Santana placed her lips over mine. Our memories had already begun since the moment we first met, and I wasn´t planning on letting more memories slip away.