Falling In Love Over Again
Chapter 10
Realize
Summary: Santana moves in a new university. Which means new class, new friends, new demonic teachers and of course, new roommate. In thousands of universities and millions of roommates in the country will Santana find her new roommate the one?
A/N: Hi guyzz! I need ya suggestions, feel free to send it to me! Thanks for all the reviews and alerts and favorites, guys. Means a lot. (; I was suppose to update this on Wednesday but I felt it was bare so I added more. Anywho, to those wondering why I'm writing more on Santana's perspective, is because I want to keep Brittany as a mystery. Even on the show I find her a big mystery. Here's the story so, enjoy!
"Before you can truly live, you must first learn to love."
"Let's give it up for Miami!" the announcer says, as the Miami stepped out of the stage. And the crowd cheered for them.
State 48. Santana counted in her head. New York was the last performer. So, that's State 50.
She sat on the front row, with Quinn beside her, eating popcorn. Quinn kinda insisted on coming so Brittany and Santana had no choice but to let her come.
It was a hot, sunny Saturday afternoon.
And also, today was the Interstate Dancing Competition, shown infront of about 60,000 people and live on tv.
A large stage laid infront, just a few meters away from the bleachers.
Brittany was already in backstage with her crew. Even though she insisted Santana to stay with her backstage, it wasn't allowed for unauthorized people to be there. Santana hated to see Brittany alone there, all sad and stuff. She had no choice. The stupid bodyguard wouldn't let me in. She was stuck with Quinn, who was busy flirting with some other guys. Santana just rolled her eyes.
She was now watching California perform. God, they're good. I hope NY brings their A game if they wanna defeat Cali.
Santana's phone vibrated and she immediately picked it up.
It was from Brittany.
I can't.
Santana sighed, her roommates anxiety came back again. It was going like that all week long. "Too much pressure." Brittany kept telling her.
"Where are you going?" Quinn asks, when she sees Santana standing up and ready to leave.
"I'll be back, Fabray."
Santana proceeds over to the backstage, and bumping to several people. The place was getting really overcrowded already, so getting past the guard backstage was easy enough.
Backstage, you can see dancers crowding up.
Santana spots Brittany at the far end, her body was resting against the wall and her forehead leaning on it. She had her hands on the pocket of her jacket, and her hair covering her face. She was looking rather depressed.
"You okay?" Santana asks, approaching her
"No." Brittany answers, not even lifting her head, recognizing Santana's voice. "There's like thousands of people out there."
One of the good things about Brittany was you'll always know where you stand with her. She didn't have frequent mood swings, unlike Santana. But, she always has this times, times that she gets really emotional for no reason. Like, one second she'll be all happy, then after that she'll get really sad, after, she'll get all cheery again. Like, nothing happened. Santana assumed that it was nothing. But she doesn't know any better.
And this was one of the emotional times.
"Didn't you tell me you tell me you've been in a lot of dance competitions before?"
"Yeah, but not with 60,000 people!"
Santana takes the blonde's chin with her finger and raised it up, there eyes' meeting. She brushes the hair out of Brittany's eyes. "You're worried you're gonna screw up, right?"
Brittany nods weakly, avoiding the Latina's eyes.
"Here." She hands Brittany a pink handkerchief. Brittany takes it and looks at her with a confused look on her face. "A handkerchief? I'm not crying."
Santana opened her mouth to say, "Yeah, A handkerchief, Britt. Like the one you gave me when we were little." But she stopped herself, not even knowing why.
Instead, she said a different story. "Uh..yeah. It's kinda like a lucky charm."
Brittany raised her eyebrows "Really?"
Santana nodded "Yeah, and you're awesome. You're gonna kick ass up there." She says, giving her a reassuring smile.
She smiles back "I know."
"Then what're you worried about?"
"New York! In 5!" A guy behind them shouts. Some dancers shuffled around, pacing, as they start to fix their things. They were next.
Then, Brittany immediately hugged Santana and clutched her shirt like she was afraid to let go. She had her face buried amongst Santana's hair. "When I'm out dancing there today, it won't be for the team or the crowd, it will be for you."
Santana smiles "
They both chuckle lightly. The world seemed to be their own. Like, everyone didn't seem to matter. As if they were both the only people in the room.
Then, someone tapped Brittany on the shoulder, bringing both of them back to reality. "Brittany, let's go."
The blonde breaks the hug and gives her a rightful nod, she faces Santana "See ya later, San!"
But before she joins in with her crew, she gives Santana a huge smile and a wave. Then they all climb up the stage.
Something about Brittany's smile always made her feel secure.
She hurries back to the bleachers and sits on her place beside Quinn.
"Where have you been?" Quinn asks. The NY crew was still getting ready for their formation on the stage. With Mike Chang and Brittany leading them.
"Brittany panicked again." Santana answers, her eyes fixed on the people onstage. Particularly her roommate. Her hands were shaking.
A hip-hop upbeat music started and the place went dim, the only light seen was focused on the dancers.
Santana kept her eyes fixed on Brittany. First thing she noticed was her expression. It was different. It was serious.
It was like she transformed or something.
Santana stared deeply into her eyes. Immediately noticing that Brittany's eyes lost all the innocence it had when she was dancing. Cause right now, she looked fierce.
As the music played, her body graced through the beat of the music. Every inch of her body moved with perfect ease. Her hair dashing around forming a perfect distraction. Even if you look at the other dancers, Brittany struck out the most. She had this appeal that makes it impossible to not stare at her. Santana even wondered why Brittany was nervous in the first place, when she was moving with so much ease right now.
They looked like I Am mE from ABDC. The performance contained most of hand-feet combinations and flips. At the middle of the performance, the crew formed a pyramid, like the one cheerleaders use, with Brittany at the most.
Holy shit. She's gonna do the Devil Triple Back Flip.
And she did.
She executed a perfect triple back flip with a split and even managed to smile after she lands. The music finishes and the crowd got wild. Their performance was great. Hell, it was just…WOW.
The crew formed a line and bowed together, all breathing hard and sweating from the performance.
The crowd got wilder. They are totally their favorite.
They all went back to the backstage, jumping around in that process.
Santana just sat there, completely oblivious to the wild crowd, bewildered. Not because of the performance, but because of something else. While she was watching, she was feeling something inside of her. Something she never felt before.
"He-yo everyone!" the host shouted as he got on the stage "Did everyone enjoy?" and the crowd cheered in response
"You okay?" Quinn asks Santana, noticing her just sitting there, her expression perplexed.
"Santana!" Quinn repeats when Santana didn't answer.
"Uhh…yeah?" She answers, disrupting her thoughts
"Are you like half sleeping or something?" Quinn asks, "You're high, aren't you?"
"What the fuck are you talking about Quinn?" Santana tells her, "You think I'm the kind of person who does that?"
Quinn threw up her arms in defense "Well, I'm sorry! I just assumed because you seem bothered."
Santana crossed her arms "I'm fine." She lied. Her mind was more confused than ever. But, right now, suddenly she was realizing something. Seeing Brittany up that stage perform, maybe it is possible that I'm—no. Santana stopped herself.
"Okay." Quinn replies, not entirely convinced. But she just decides to leave Santana alone.
"Wanna know who won?" The announcer asks the audience. He had in his hand a golden envelope.
The crowd cheers again, getting really impatient. Someone even shouted "Get over it already!"
Santana's phone buzzes and she picks it up.
Thanks, San-San. (:
Applebee's later?
-BrittxBritt
She replies,
You were awesome.
In a few seconds, she got her reply.
Wouldn't have done it without you. (;
-BrittxBritt
Santana smiles.
On the stage, the host was getting ready to open the envelope, "I'm opening it now! The state that I'm gonna call is the 2012 Interstate Champion!"
Everyone turned quiet while the announcer slowly ripped off the envelope's top, opened it up and read it.
"And this year's Interstate Champion is…"
The place was so quiet, you could hear a needle fall to the ground.
Everybody waited tensely.
"The NY Crew!"
In less than a second, you can see the crew jumping towards the stage, holding their trophy high up in the air, their faces full of smiles. And the crowd cheered with them. Even Quinn and Santana.
"Okay, guys, congratulations! The host approached them as soon as everything calmed down a bit. "So, who's the leader?" They all point to Brittany, which caught her off guard.
The host gives her the mic and the floor, beckoning her to say a speech or something.
Brittany politely takes it and faced everyone, her face flushed with red "Uh…hey everyone! Um…" she cleared her throat, thinking of something to say. This was not something she expected, but one thing she learned from years of performing was, Move the crowd. "First of all, I want to thank LHU for letting us use their dance studio, and also, we'd like to thank God for letting us win. And Lord Tubbington too." The crowd remained still. Brittany looks at Santana and smiles "And I'd like to give a really big thank you to my roommate!" she pointed at her. Santana sat there, surprised. She didn't expect Brittany to special mention her at all. "Because, without her…" she paused, thinking of the right words to express her gratitude "I wouldn't be on this stage right now, you're the most awesome-est person I have ever met, Santana." Brittany started to directly talk to her, not even caring about the 60,000 people or even the live streaming right now. All she care about right now was, how extremely thankful she was to have a friend like Santana. The crowd started to look at Santana, who kept her eyes on Brittany, her face with a smile. "Thanks, San. Thanks for being the best bestfriend I could have ever known."
Then, something inside Santana clicked.
Like, everything made sense now. Everything seemed clear. This was it. The realization thing Kurt was talking about. It was right into Santana's face.
It was always there, all she had to do was accept it.
It was a thin line between love and friendship.
The way Brittany's smile always made her feel Santana secure, always made her happy. And when she's together with Brittany, she'd always feel like she was on top of the world. The way a single touch always made Santana special. It made sense now why she got this anger whenever Brittany was with Sam. She got it now. It was funny how a single word or phrase can make you change the way you feel about that person. But, whatever it was, Santana was feeling it. And she loved it.
Because she fully understood it now, Santana Lopez has definitely fallen in love with Brittany S. Pierce.
She was sure of it now.
"Santana, let's go!" Quinn calls after her.
Santana snaps out of her thoughts, she looks around, people were already leaving. How long have I blacked out?
She stands up "Okay, let's go."
Quinn and Santana waited by the exit, waiting for Brittany. There were only a few people remaining here now. And it was 5pm already.
"So, what's troubling you, Santana?" Quinn asks, taking a sip on her Coke.
Was I that obvious? "Nothing, Quinn." She lied. Not really ready to say anything to anyone yet.
"Kurt told me you bought a three grand boots for Brittany." Quinn says, looking at her deviously. While Santana, on the other hand, avoided eye contact.
"Since when are you friends with Kurt?" Santana replies, not completely surprised. Kurt can make friends with everyone in a day.
Quinn shrugs "Just last week. I'm a big big fan of his clothes, you know." She looks at Santana, who didn't seem to pay attention to her at all. Ever since earlier, Santana has been acting really weird, she's like daydreaming or something. "Santana, what are you thinking about? It seems very deep."
"Quinn, remember that time you had a crush on Rachel? Oh, wait. You still have a crush on her." Santana teases, trying to get Quinn out of her case.
Quinn's face flushed with red "W-what're you talking about, Santana?" she looked down on the ground, hiding her blush "That's garbage."
She chuckles "Don't even start with me, Fabray. You always glow up whenever she was around."
Quinn crossed her arms in defeat "It's just a little girl crush, okay?"
Santana rolled her eyes "Little."
"Shut up!" Quinn nudges Santana in the ribs, making her flinch a little.
Their little tease-party was interrupted when they saw Brittany greeted them from afar "Hi guys!"
She looked rather glowing now, compared earlier when she was really depressed.
She was dressed up in a tank top and knee shorts, her hair in a ponytail.
"Ready to go?" she says when she approaches them. Her eyes had a different glow on them. You may not notice it, but sometimes Brittany's eyes seemed sad. Santana always noticed that about her. And also, Brittany was wearing a different smile. A smile she only wears when she's really really happy. Santana calls it the Ultra-Smile. And it was her favorite.
"Congrats, Britt." Quinn says, hugging her "Where's your trophy?"
"I gave it to this kid. He wanted it." Brittany answers, breaking the hug. Quinn and Santana raised their eyebrows at her. She gave it to a kid? Is she joking? But she looked pretty serious and instead of explaining, Brittany just said "Let's eat! I'm super hungry."
"Only if you pay." Santana jokes.
"Sure!" She replies, taking both of their Quinn and Santana's hands, pulling them as she ran towards the car, all laughing. Like, nothing could go wrong. But, in reality, it was just getting started.
"Where exactly are we going? Because I don't know, we've been driving for half an hour, and you guys haven't told me where I should stop. What is wrong with you two? You guys are weird today." Quinn complains, they were now driving literally everywhere. With Santana on the passenger's seat and Brittany on the back.
"Nothing's wrong." Both of them said in unison.
"That's what they all say." Quinn replies, "By the way, where's your boyfriend, Britt? I didn't see him around."
Yeah, where is that Trouty Mouth?
"Well, he doesn't exactly know." Brittany answered looking down.
"What do you mean he doesn't know?" Quinn says in exasperation, she has known Brittany for years now, and she's not really one for keeping secrets. "Why didn't you tell him?"
"We just got into a little fight, that's all." Brittany answers nonchalantly
"B, did he do something to you? Cause I'm gonna kick his ass." Santana followed, flexing her wrists.
The blonde looked out the window thinking, Should I tell them? Should I tell them so all this agony will all be over? Ugh. I can't do that now. Not yet. So, instead, she just said, "He didn't do anything."
Trouty better speak up if he did something to Brittany. He's gonna die.
"You sure?" Quinn insisted
"Yeah. She paused "I'm sure."
"Well, here we are." Quinn says, pulling up.
"Wait, what is this?" Brittany asks, looking out the window, and a large sign: 21, laid infront of an establishment that Quinn just pulled up to "I thought we were going to Applebee's? This is a bar."
"Exactly." Quinn says, as she unbuckled herself "Since you guys didn't tell me where to go, I improvised." She smiled deviously at them, "Besides, it's Brittany's treat, better enjoy."
And she climbed out of the car.
Santana sighed "Little bitch."
Brittany chuckled "Yeah, she is, sometimes."
Quinn knocked on the car's window "What're you two waiting for? Let's go!"
Both of them sighed as they got out of the car. This is gonna be a wild night.
They entered the establishment and proceeded to the nearest bar.
"I'm gonna have a Tequila Sunrise." Santana tells the bartender.
"I'll have a Grasshoppper," Quinn followed, "Oh, and guys, I'll go and find us a table, okay?" She tells Brittany and Santana, and they both nodded as Quinn disappeared into the sea of people.
"Miss, what'll you have?" the bartender asks Brittany, when he noticed her just sitting on the stool.
"I'll have Diet Coke." She tells him
"Diet Coke? Really, B?" Santana chuckles lightly.
"Well, I'll just have a Virgin Cuba Libre." She tells him the second time and he nodded.
"B, that's rum with Coke. Without the rum." Santana says, looking at her skeptically.
"I know."
"So just Coke?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, could you make it Diet?" She adds to the bartender, and he proceeded over to the drinks.
"Why don't you just buy a can of Diet Coke?" Santana asks her, as if she didn't know the answer. Brittany was the most stubborn person she knew.
"Well, because," She reasons out, "A Cuba Libre comes with a tall glass and a lime wedge. It's cooler to drink it like that."
Santana laughed. Adorable.
The bartender handed them their drinks and both of them took it, just in time for Quinn to arrive. They all proceeded over to the table Quinn got, set down their drinks and sat down.
"Listen, guys," Quinn says, as she takes a sip on her Grasshopper "Happy Hour is 6pm, that's the time we'll get crazy with the drinks," she looks at her watch "It's still 5:45, so just wait."
"Why don't we invite Rachel, Quinn? I'm sure you'll love that." Santana teases her.
Brittany tilted her head as if she was getting water out of her ears "Why's that?"
"Nothing, Britt. Just ignore her." Quinn says, giving Santana a glare, "On the other hand, what's with the amateur drink, Brittany?" she says, eyeing Brittany's drink.
"I don't wanna get drunk tonight." She explains
"Why not?" Santana asks, not seeing the point of this "This is your celebration."
"To Brittany!" Quinn shouted as she raised her drink up in the air, "To Brittany!" Santana followed and the three of them clinked their drinks.
With Quinn in the bathroom and Brittany on the dance floor, Santana hung out by the bar. Constantly, getting flirted by guys who offers her drinks, but, uninterested as she was, she rejects them by saying, "I'm pregnant." Because she was too tired to explain as to why she didn't accept the drinks.
The alcohol was definitely in her system, by drinking more than 3 shots of tequila. Earlier, Quinn and Brittany kept warning her, "Don't drink too much," because they definitely know how hysterical Santana gets when she's drunk, but of course, she didn't listen. Being in the mood to drink, that is.
And also earlier, Brittany asked her if they could dance together, but she declined by saying, "I can't. I sprained my ankle." Which was a lie, of course, because she wasn't really in the mood to dance. Brittany got a little concerned when she said she sprained her ankle but Santana brushed her off by telling her, "It's okay, now." As hyper as she was, no one could stop Brittany from dancing so she just let Santana off, "Ok! If you change your mind, I'll be on the dance floor!" And with that, the blonde hurried off.
Yeah, Santana knew she loved Brittany more than her bestfriend now, but she didn't plan on telling her. Strictly speaking, she wasn't ready. Not ready to see Brittany's and everyone's reaction. Santana wasn't one for labels, but she was definitely old enough to know, what she was feeling. Sure, she was attracted to guys and girls, but she didn't keep her mind on it. For her, what comes around, goes around.
So now, Santana just ignored these feelings she had on Brittany, thinking, it might go away, but, I tell you, it wasn't going anywhere. But, of course, Santana's oblivious to that…for now.
"Can I offer you a drink?" Another guy approaches her, looking hopeful.
"I'm pregnant." She replies, not even making eye contact.
"Oh." And the guy hurried off. Yup, my plan is awesome.
So she just sat there, on the stool, by the bar, drinking another tequila and drowning her problems with alcohol.
She was watching the people on the dance floor, and spot Brittany in the middle, dancing her heart out. That girl never gets tired of dancing. She sees a guy approaching Brittany, dancing beside her. At first, he was at an acceptable distance, but he got closer and closer to her. Santana watched him intently, having a hint of what he was gonna do. He was practically throwing himself to the blonde. Brittany seems to notice so she distanced herself, but the guy didn't give up, he got nearer. Santana continued to watch him, when he did the unacceptable, he touched Brittany's ass. Brittany quickly turned around and faced the guy, "What the fuck?", was the phrase that Santana deciphered what Brittany said to the guy. He's in big trouble.
Santana quickly left the bar, and tipsily approached them on the dance floor.
"She said, Fuck off." Santana says, as she approaches them.
"Well, well, well, look's like a threesome tonight." He says as he sees Santana approaching.
"Santana, stop. I can handle this." Brittany warns, she knew Santana well.
"She said, Fuck. Off." Santana repeats, more firmly this time.
The guy chuckled lightly "Oh yeah? Why? Is she your girlfriend?"
Everybody started to stare at them, to see the wreck they were making.
Santana gave her a death glare, she was getting more and more pissed. And you won't like Santana Lopez when she's pissed.
"What're you gonna do, Lesbo? Finger your way to me?" The guy teases, when she didn't answer.
Now that really got her angry. Santana examines the guy. Few feet taller than me, and way bigger. I can do this.
With her fists clenched, the alcohol in her system, the anger, she gathered her strength and punched the guy in the face as hard as she can.
"Ow!" The guy moaned in pain as he dropped down to ground. Two hands cupping the punched area in his face.
Santana felt a rushed of satisfaction run through her body. That felt good.
"Santana!" Brittany scolds her, and gave her a what-the-hell-did-you-just-do look.
"What?" She held her hands out in defense.
A security guard approached them to see what the commotion was all about. He goes to the punched guy and helps him get up.
Brittany grabs Santana and leads her out of the dance floor, so the guard won't see them. Because if he did, they'd be in big trouble.
"I'll go find Quinn, you get to car, okay?" Brittany instructs her as she hurries off. Santana examines her expression, she didn't look pleased at all.
It was already 10pm when the three of them came back to the university. Unseen by the guard, because they had a secret passage that teachers never know. It was the same passage students use when get back to the University drunk.
The drive towards LHU was quiet enough. With Brittany and Santana not speaking to each other, and Quinn to drive and the one who had to endure the uncomfortable silence. Quinn didn't have one fucking idea what the hell was going on, why these two were acting so weird. Because, earlier, she went to the bathroom to fix her make-up and after a few minutes, a troubled-looking Brittany told her they needed to go home immediately. And before she could ask what was going on, Brittany grabbed her hand and dragged her to the car.
They slipped in quietly and hurriedly to the dormitory, with Quinn and Brittany supporting Santana to walk properly.
"Here's my room, guys. Good night!" Quinn says, as she gets into her room.
Brittany and Santana proceeded to their room, and closed the door.
As soon they got in, both of them went to their respective their beds and sat down. Brittany removed her shoes, while Santana fixed her hair.
Santana hated this uncomfortable silence so she spoke up first, "B, what's your problem?"
"Santana, you didn't have to do that. I can handle myself." She answers in a cold tone, still untying her shoe laces.
"Why not?" Santana started to raise her voice, "The guy's literally fucking infront of you, still, you looked so fucking calm!"
"So? What's it to you? I can have ten guys fucking me and not have you care!"
What's it to me? What's it to me, Britt? I fucking love you.
"Fuck that, B."
Brittany calmed down "Santana, you're drunk."
"I was just trying to protect you from that perv, Brittany! What're you mad at me for?"
"First of all, you didn't have to punch him, Second, you didn't do it to protect me, you did it because he called you a name!"
Santana looks at her incredulously "You think that?", Brittany was still looking at her, but Santana couldn't quiet read her expression. She stands up, and looks at her roommate "Fine." And she stomped toward the door.
"Where are you going?" Brittany calls after her
But Santana ignored her as got out of the room and slammed the door behind her.
A tear streamed down her face as she walked around the hall, never really knowing where to go. But, at times like this, she only had one place to go. A few weeks back, she and Brittany found this old butterfly garden just at the back of the University. How did they find it? Well, they were pretty adventurous. It was pretty run down when they found it, but a few days of fixing it, the garden turned to be really pretty. It used to be the Uni's main garden, but they found another bigger space for a garden just in the middle of LHU. So, the butterfly garden was pretty much Brittany and Santana's. It was a pretty relaxing place, with all the flowers in it.
Santana ran towards their in the cold night. And she sat in one of the benches in the garden. Ignoring feelings was really hard. At some point I have to just tell her, what I'm feeling. But I can't. And that frustrates her.
Another tear streams down her face. Everyday feels like a war.
She looks around, and spots an object by the bush. She smiles to herself, that was the leather boots she was supposed to give to Brittany. Santana plans to give it to Brittany today at this garden, but that seems pretty impossible now.
Then, she hears some rustles, but she ignores it, thinking it was just a raccoon or something.
"I'm so sorry, Santana." A voice tells her. Santana didn't have to lift her head to find out who it was. Brittany found her.
"What're you doing here?" Santana asks in a cold tone.
"I came to apologize." Brittany replies. Santana could feel she was getting nearer.
"What for?"
"For being really mean. You didn't deserve it, San. I understand you now. And I don't wanna lose my bestfriend." Brittany explains as she takes a step towards Santana. "Look, I got you a gift." She presented infront of her.
This time, Santana jerked her head up and looked at what Brittany gave her. "Open it." Brittany tells her, as Santana takes the gift from her hands. "What's this?" she asks.
"You'll see."
Santana removed the ribbon, then the wrapper. After she finished unwrapping, it revealed a box. Brittany at her eagerly, wondering if she'd like her gift.
Santana opened the box, and she saw a: Microphone. "A mic, B? You're giving me a microphone?" Santana asks as she examines her gift.
"You like it? I saw it in the store and knew it was just perfect for you. I bought it because maybe you'd be more inspired to sing. And look, it's personalized." The blonde explains.
The mic had glitters on it and a large SANTANA was printed around it in red. It was really pretty.
"I love it, B." Santana tells Brittany with a smile. It was true. She did love it. Others would give her gifts for the sake of just giving, but Brittany, gave her something she didn't have and really needed, somehow.
Brittany's face floods with relief "Really?"
"Yeah!" The problem with Santana was, no matter how mad she is at Brittany, she could never stay mad at her for more than an hour.
"I got you something too." Santana says, pointing over to the bush she hid it in last week.
"What for?" Brittany asks
"For winning the Interstate Dance Competition!" Santana exclaims, as she takes the gift out of the bush and hands it to Brittany. "Open it."
"Is it a Barbie?"
"Just open it."
"Okay."
As soon as Brittany opened the gift she almost dropped the whole thing. "S-Santana…"
"You like it?" Santana asks, even though she just knew her roommate would love it.
Brittany hugged Santana as tight as she could, "You got me my boots!" she let go and tried it on.
"How do I look?" she asks, as soon as she tried it on.
Santana didn't have to look, she knew the answer "Without the boots and with it, you still look fantastic, B."
"Thanks, San." She said, smiling at her. "It really means a lot."
"I know."
The, Brittany grabbed Santana's hand and pulled her in, giving her a peck in the lips.
"What was that for?"
"I just felt like kissing you."
She feels it too.
WHOO!
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