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Friday November 26 7pm
My first weekend off since I started bartending at Molasses and Brittany had to work, which sucks, but she gets off kind of early tonight, so it's not too bad I guess. I decided to bake some cookies to pass the time; Brit has a huge sweet tooth so I know she will love them. She's been gone for the past two days visiting family in Philadelphia for Thanksgiving, while I spent the holiday with Quinn and Sam. Since being in New York, Quinn and I have always had Thanksgiving dinner together with a group of friends. I cooked dinner, naturally; and while it was a great day, I wished Brit were around to share it with me.
She got back in town early this afternoon but had to go to work right away at the diner. I've missed her like crazy! We texted and talked the entire time, but it just wasn't the same. I'm so used to seeing her everyday that not seeing her left me with a kind of empty feeling almost. I couldn't wait until she got off of work, which was in another 2 hours, so I could hug her and kiss her and cuddle with her, yes I can confess I love cuddling, but only with Brit. I know I sound whipped considering she's only been gone for 2 days, but dropping her off at the train station was torture.
Sunday marks exactly one month since the blackout. Which means Brit and I have been an official couple for almost a month. Which also means it's been almost a month since I chickened out on telling Brittany I loved her. I don't know why but I just couldn't say it. I love everything about Brittany, I love the way she shares a pillow with me when she sleeps over, I love when we have dinner together on nights we are both off of work, I love cuddling with her on the couch and watching movies. I love how when she leaves in the early morning to head to the dance studio that she always makes me a cup of hot chocolate and a small breakfast; she'll then text me a picture of her smiling to wake me up and tell me to eat breakfast. I love how she makes me think about everything, she makes the simplest things seem complex and deep. I love when I come home from running errands and she's sitting on the couch waiting for me, even if she does sometimes have Lord Tubbington on the furniture, which I really don't like. I love when she comes over late after work and she slips in bed, she always kisses me softly on the neck before wrapping her arm around me and falling asleep. I love Brittany. I'm in love with Brittany. So why the hell can't I tell her?
I'm taking the last batch of cookies out of the oven when I hear a knock at the door. I glance over at the time on the microwave, it's only 7 so I know it's not Brit, she's not off of work yet. I wipe my hands off and head to answer the door.
"Hey S, you busy?" Quinn asked with a smile.
I shake my head no. "Come on in." I tell her with a smile of my own.
"God it smells good in here." Quinn exclaims loudly. "You baking cookies?"
I laugh and head to back to the kitchen with Quinn close on my heels. "Yeah I am, sugar and my famous oatmeal raisin, and yes I made you and Sam cookies. Yours are in the tin over there." I tell her while pointing to a bright pink tin on the counter.
She quickly runs over to it and immediately pulls out a cookie and bites it. "Damn these are good."
I can't help but laugh. "So what brings you over?" I ask her while pulling out a letter B cookie cutter and beginning to carefully carve around the oatmeal raisin cookies.
"I've never understood why you use the cookie cutter after you bake the cookies." Quinn says while hopping on the counter next to me. "And I just wanted to come visit." She shrugs.
"I'm saving the pieces to make something else." I tell her. "And it's easier to cut out oatmeal raisin cookies this way."
She eats another cookie and nods. "What are you doing with the pieces?"
"Making Brit a special dessert with it on Sunday." I say casually.
"What's Sunday?" Quinn asks.
"Geez, what's with the third degree?" I laugh. "It's our one month anniversary, so I'm going to cook her a romantic dinner and give her a key to my apartment."
"Whoa!" Quinn breathed out. "That's major."
I shrug. "She's here all the time anyways. This way if she does decide to stay over and one of us is at work later, the other doesn't have to get out of bed to let them in."
"Why would you need her to let you in?" Quinn asks me with a frown.
"When I'm at work I let her use my key." I tell her while finishing carving out the small letter B's and brushing all the crumbs into a bowl; I then toss the cookie cutter in the sink.
"Have you told her you love yet?" Quinn asks me.
I quickly shake my head. "Not yet."
"Tell her San." She whispers before jumping off the counter and squeezing my shoulder. "Do you have any wine?"
"Yeah I do, you know where it's at." I tell her.
"You should sell Christmas cookies." Quinn says suddenly.
I reach for the bowl of homemade butter cream frosting so I can start decorating the 4 big letter B sugar cookies. "What?"
"Sell cookies for Christmas." She repeats. "You're a pro at it, they taste amazing, and it could be easy cash."
"Who would buy them?" I ask her.
"People at my job, people at Sam's job, maybe Puck will order some for the bar." Quinn shrugged. "We are having a dinner party next week; we can set some out and see if people would be interested in them."
I turn around and lean on the counter as Quinn pours me a glass of wine and hands it to me. "I could use the extra money."
I ended up having to tell my parents I got fired when they called last week. My dad was having a shit fit because I wasn't replying to any of his emails, what the hell he wasn't emailing my personal account? I have no idea. After a long lecture and a few tears on both our ends, he said he would send me some money to help out with bills for a few months. He called my abuela and she paid my rent and my car payment for December and January, which was a godsend, and left me with some extra money, but I still needed and wanted more money. I wanted to be comfortable financially like I once was.
"Maybe Brittany can take some to her dance studio, oh shit you can sell them to the parents. I'm sure there are a few parents there that don't have time to bake cookies but need and want some for the holidays." Quinn states while taking a sip of her wine and nodding to herself.
I take a sip of my wine and close my eyes to think. It would be cool if I could sell cookies, I could charge a reasonable price for them and make a profit if I sell enough. "I don't know Q….If this works out, will you help me?" I ask her. "Like with prep and packaging, you know stuff like that?"
"Of course." Quinn nods. "I'm going to put some music on." She states while walking to the living room.
I start frosting the sugar cookies and topping them with all the junk food I know Brittany loves, so one cookie had M&Ms, one cookie had gummy bears, one had Twizzlers pieces that I cut up, and the final one had pieces of a Reese Cup.
Quinn comes back in as I am setting the cookies on a platter. "You're an awesome girlfriend." She beams. "I would love to come back in town to personalized cookies."
I laugh softly at her. "Sam does sweet things for you all the time dork."
"I know but having someone cook for you, I mean really cook for you all the time must be amazing." She states. "Speaking of which, what's for dinner?"
"Grilled chicken sandwiches and homemade sweet potatoes fries." I tell her. "Something quick tonight, sine I cooked a damn Thanksgiving dinner by myself yesterday." I say while rolling my eys at her.
"I helped make the mashed potatoes." Quinn says defensively.
"I had to re-mash them Q, there were so many lumps it was crazy." I laugh at her.
"What time is Brittany coming over?" Quinn asks while looking at the time.
"She gets off at 9, and said she would had to stop at her apartment and pick up a few things before coming here for the weekend." I tell her. "So it's just been me and Lord Tubs."
"Gross her cat is here?" Quinn asks with a scowl.
"Of course, where else would he be?" I ask her as I begin to wash dishes so I can start dinner. "He's probably under the couch, that's where I usually find him if I'm looking for him."
"He could be at her place." Quinn replies.
"She's not going to leave her cat at home for 2 days by himself." I tell her. "That's bad animal parenting."
"Oh, so you like play with it and stuff?" Quinn asks slowly.
"It's a damn cat Q, not a tiger." I say while laughing. "But he's not really the type to play but I did sit on the floor with him earlier while I watched TV, so he felt like I was paying attention to him."
"You're whipped." Quinn laughed.
"Whatever." I roll my eyes and try to glare at her but I can't help the smile that comes over my face. "I love her Q." I say softly.
"I know you do." Quinn replies. "If I wash dishes, do I get dinner?" She asks with a smile.
I quickly toss the towel at her. "Fair trade off to me." I pick up the tray of cookies and carry them to the coffee table and set them down.
"So tell me what happened that night with Brittany?" Quinn asked as I pulled the chicken cutlets out of the fridge and grabbed my grill skillet.
I sighed and began to season the chicken. "We were talking about dreams and stuff while lying on a little pallet I made on the floor. I was lying flush on Brittany, she was holding me tightly and I had my head on her shoulder. It just felt so right Q." I pause and look at her. "I've honestly never felt this in tune and in sync with someone."
Quinn smiles and dries her hands off; she picks up her glass and takes another sip before leaning back on the counter and crossing her arms. "So what happened next?"
"She told me she was going to help me reach my dream and a flash of heat through my body, like I started to tingle. It wasn't arousal or lust; it was like her love flowed through my body. I believed her. I knew she wasn't lying to me." I say with a smile remembering exactly how I felt at that moment."
"Hey Brit." I squeak out.
"Yeah baby?" She asks while lightly scratching my back with her nails.
"I think I…" I somehow lost my voice, my mouth was moving but no sound came out.
"Sanny…are you ok?" Brittany asks while slowly massaging my lower back.
"Yeah. I am." I manage to whisper out.
"You think you what?" She asks.
Say it Santana, tell her you love her. Tell her you're in love with her. "I think…we should finish off the ice cream before it all melts."
"Great idea!" Brittany said happily while sitting up.
"Hmmmmm, do you think Brittany loves you back?" Quinn asks.
I nod quickly. "Without a doubt."
"So what's the problem S?" Quinn asks.
I just shrug.
10pm
Brittany texted me and told she was on her way, I offered to meet her halfway but she said a coworker was giving her a ride. I was sitting on the couch watching TV, almost falling asleep, when I finally heard a knock at the door. I jumped up quickly and tripped over a pillow that was on the floor as I ran to the door. I opened it and immediately pulled Brittany into a big hug right in the hallway.
"Hey Sanny!" She says happily.
"Hey baby!" I reply as she quickly pulls me into a kiss. "I missed you so much Brit." I tell her truthfully.
"I missed you too." She says softly before kissing me again.
"Come on in." I say with a big smile as I pick up her duffel bag and carry it in for her. "I'll put this in the bedroom." I call over my shoulder as she drops to the floor and instantly starts playing with Lord Tubs.
I place her bag on the bed and get a bright idea. I run over to my dresser and pull everything out of one of the drawers and dump it in a basket, it was just my large selection of leggings. I then go to my closet and pull some coats and sweaters out leaving a nice amount of space. I toss the clothes on the bed for the time being and quickly take them off of the hangers and put the hangers back in the closet. I carry my coats and sweaters to the guest bedroom and place them on the bed in there.
I then pull out a sheet of paper and write Brittany a quick note.
Hey baby, I'm so glad you're back, I missed you more than you know. Since you are always here, which I love :), I thought it would be nice if you had a place to keep your clothes so you don't always have to pack a bag. I cleared out my top drawer, and made space for you in the closet. Hope it's enough room, if not just let me know.
XOXO Sanny
I fold the letter up and place it on "her" side of the bed before heading back out to the living room. I sit next to her on the floor and smile as she plays with Lord Tubs, who as usual is just staring at her, he does purr every so often, so I guess he likes it.
"Do you mind if I take a shower quick?" She asks with a smile.
"Go right ahead." I tell her while shaking my head. "I made dinner, I'll have it all set up when you come back."
"Thanks Sanny." She says happily before leaning over and kissing me. "I missed our cuddles." She whispers before jumping up and running to the bedroom.
30 minutes later she comes back with a pair of baggy sweats on and one of my old Cheerio t-shirts. I instantly smile because I love how she always wears my t-shirts and hoodies when we are lounging around the house. "Ready to eat?" I ask her with a smile.
She nods and skips over to me stopping in her tracks when she sees the plate of cookies. "Whoa…" She breathed out. "Are those for me?"
I nod and wink at her. "Yeah, it's a welcome home treat."
"You are like the best girlfriend ever Sanny." She says happily. She runs over to Lord Tubs and picks him to bring him over and show him. "Look Lord Tubbington!"
I smile at the interaction but hope he doesn't piss on the cookies or she doesn't drop him, or his hair doesn't fly off. I shudder at the thought slightly. She hugs him and puts him down.
I set our plates down on the coffee table, we've developed a habit of sitting on the floor while eating dinner, I don't know why but it seems more intimate than sitting at a table.
"I'm going to wash my hands." She states before going to the kitchen. She comes back a few minutes later and quickly sits on my lap wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me into a passionate kiss. I instantly wrap my arms around her waist and pull her closer as I softly moan into the kiss.
"Thank you for the drawer and the closet space." She says with a big smile.
I blush. "Is it enough space?" I ask her while rubbing her back.
"It's perfect." She says before kissing me on the nose and sitting down next to me.
"How was your trip?" I ask her while taking a bite of my sandwich.
"It was pretty cool, nice to see some family." She replies. "How was yours?"
I shrug. "It was ok, hung out with Quinn and Sam, some other friends." I take another bite. "Would have been better with you." I wink at her causing her to blush.
She smiles and kisses me softly. "My trip would have been better with you too."
We finish dinner while talking about her cousins and all the stuff she somehow managed to squeeze in just the 2 days she was gone. I then tell her all about Thanksgiving at the Evans household.
We were now cuddled on the couch under a blanket, since New York went from having weather in the 60s last week to now it was barely 30 degrees with a chance of snow this weekend.
Brittany was sitting on the chaise part of the sectional, as usual, and I was snuggled close to her with my legs stretched out down the length of the couch. "So are those cookies for eating or just for show?" She asks.
I laugh and lean forward to grab the plate. "Definitely for eating."
She picks up the sugar cookie with the M&Ms on it and takes a bite. "Jesus this is good Sanny." She says loudly causing Lord Tubs to jump and walk away from the couch.
"You like it?" I ask her.
"This is like the best cookie I've ever had. Seriously." She said while taking another bite and holding it up to my mouth for me to take a bite as well.
I slowly chew the cookie and I must admit I've outdone myself this time. "They are pretty good huh?" I say while raising an eyebrow.
Brittany nods and takes another bite while wrapping her arm around me. "You are such an amazing cook Sanny."
"Quinn said I should sell Christmas cookies for extra money." I state while looking up at her. "What do you think?"
"I think it's a great idea." Brittany replies.
"Really?" I ask her while sitting up so I can look at her.
She nods and reaches forward to pick up one of the oatmeal raisin cookies and takes a bite. "This is like the perfect cookie San." She says while chewing it. "It's soft, it's moist, it's perfectly baked, and you make letters out them." She laughs. "You can personalize them for people for the holidays, like if a family with the last name Hudson wanted cookies you could make theirs into letter H's."
"I'll help you if you really want to make this a reality." She states while handing me a cookie.
I take a bite and nod. "I think I do." I say as a big smile comes across my face. "I'm just nervous that no one will buy them, then there's the start up cost, I have to buy tins and containers to put them in, ummm make a flyer to like spread the word, God then I need supplies and ingredients."
Brittany laughs and stuffs the rest of the cookie in my mouth. "Overthinking." She states. "I'll help you with whatever start up cost there are."
I swallow the cookie and turn off the TV. "Are you rich?" I ask her. "I don't mean to like be all in your business, but money seems to be no object to you, and you have such nice things in your apartment."
She doesn't respond she instead reaches for more cookies. She then settles back on the couch and pulls me closer to her. She hands me a cookie and kisses the top of my head. "What movie do you want to watch?" She asks while turning on Netflix. "Or do you want to watch the cooking channel as usual?" She teases.
I wrap my arm around her waist and lay my head on her shoulder. "The cooking channel." I tell her.
Brittany turned to the cooking channel and Master Chef is on, one of my favorite shows, normally I would more than entertained but I can't focus now, why did she ignore the question, she never ignores anything I ask, if anything she's usually spitting out information I didn't even ask her for. If she was rich or not it definitely doesn't change my feelings for her, it doesn't enhance them either. I love Brittany because of what I've experienced with her so far. It would explain the nice stuff she has on just waitress wage though. Thinking about it is making my head hurt. I just want to lay here in her arms and relax, so I'm going to try to turn off my brain.
3am
"Sanny…" I hear Brittany whispering while stroking my hair. "Let's go to bed baby."
"Mkay." I rasp out while I sit up groggily and allow her to lead me back to the bedroom. Halfway there she suddenly picks me up bridal style and takes off running. "Oh My God!" I laugh out while holding her tightly around the neck. "Put me down Brit." I manage to get out while laughing.
She laughs and kisses me softly before placing me in the bed and pulling the covers over me, tucking me in. She then somersaults into the bed on her side. I laugh at her antics, this is why I love Brit too, she's so unpredictable.
"It's 3 in the morning Brit, how are you so hyper right now." I ask her as she slides under the covers and wiggles close to me.
"I'm not tired." She shrugs.
I close my eyes and rest my arm on her hip. "We were just asleep though." I tell her.
"You were sleep, I was awake." She giggles.
I open my eyes lazily. "Really? Sorry for falling asleep on you." I say softly.
She reaches out and tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. "It's ok, I like holding you when you're sleep. You look so innocent."
I laugh. "I'm always innocent."
"Not always." She teases. "You yelled at the parking checker last week when we left the movies."
"Brit, I put money in the meter, I shouldn't have gotten a ticket." I say defensively.
"I know you did." Brittany laughed. "But you can't ball the ticket up and throw it at the parking checker either."
"I know." I say sheepishly. "They tried to ruin our date."
"A lousy $15 dollar ticket could never ruin my time with you." Brittany said with a smile. "I paid the ticket this morning when I got back."
"You didn't have to do that Brit." I say quickly while sitting up. "I was going to fight the ticket."
Brittany gently pushed me back on the bed. "With the way you screamed at the parking checker, you wouldn't have won." She laughed. "You can pay me back in kisses."
I lean forward so I'm lying on Brittany's pillow and slowly press my lips against hers while cupping her face. Brittany moves closer and moans into the kiss while slipping her tongue in slowly and twirling it around mine.
"Have I paid my tab yet?" I tease when the kiss breaks.
She frowns. "That was about $12.37." She replies.
I frown and laugh. "Bullshit Brit….that was only $12 worth?"
She laughs and scoots back to her own pillow slowly. "Don't forget the 37 cents." She states.
I scoot forward slowly. "Can I pay the rest of my bill Ms. Pierce?" I ask sweetly.
Brittany closes her eyes. "I'm sleep." She whispers out.
I laugh and move closer to her. "You are not." I say while rolling on top of her and kissing her softly down her neck and back up the other side before finding her lips again and kissing her. "I missed you so much Brit." I say when I'm done. "I hate being away from you."
Brittany opens her eyes and I melt when they sparkle. "I hate being away from you too."
I sigh in contentment and roll back to the side of her and rest my head on her chest quickly wrapping my arm around her waist, slipping my hand under her shirt so I can feel her skin.
"I wrote another poem on the train ride back to New York." She says while rubbing my arm.
"Really?" I ask her. I love Brittany's poems, she recited so many of them to me already, and I've loved every single one. "Can you say it to me?"
I feel her nod. "I memorized it already." She giggles before clearing her throat.
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.
"It's called Touched By An Angel." She states when she's done. "You're the angel that touched me Sanny."
I lift my head and look up at her. "That's beautiful Brit." I tell her as I lock eyes with her. "You are so talented."
"I love you Santana, I think I've loved you since the first day I saw you in the park, the poem is about our love." Brittany says as I feel a tear stream down my face. I open my mouth to speak but dammit, nothing comes out. I want to tell her I love her back, I need to tell her but I can't speak right now.
"I know you love me Sanny, I can feel it, it's in your actions, your glances, your touches. You don't have to say it back baby because I already know." Brittany then whispered as she used the pad of her thumb to wipe my tears away.
"I want to say it Brit, I swear to God I do, but…." I mumble out as more tears fall.
"Say it when you're ready." Brittany says softly. "Just know that when you are ready to say it, I will say it back it to you over and over." She smiles.
I lean forward and pull her into the most passionate kiss we've ever had, trying to say with my lips what my damn voice won't say. When the kiss breaks I ghost my fingers over her face slowly. "I do Brit, I really do."
"I love you too Sanny." She replies before pecking me one last time. "Let's get some sleep baby."
I nod and cuddle close to her nestling my face in my neck. I feel her hold me tightly. "Night Sanny." She says before kissing the top of my head.
"Night Brit." I say quickly. I love you…I whisper in my head.
9am
I'm in a peaceful and blissful sleep; happy to have Brittany's arms around me again when I feel my phone vibrate. I uncurl myself from Brittany and pick it up to see a text from Quinn.
FROM Q: Morning sunshine :)
I roll my eyes and quickly type back.
TO Q: What do you want Fabray? I'm cuddling and sleepy
FROM Q: Glad to hear Brit made it back safely; I have 2 tickets to a poetry event, it comes with drink tickets. Want to take Brit?
I glance behind me at Brittany and instantly smile.
FROM Q: That would be awesome, how much do I owe you for the tickets?
TO Q: Next time you make cookies, make white chocolate and cranberry and I'll call it even. Lol
FROM Q: Deal! Thanks Q
TO Q: Im headed to breakfast so come open your door so I can hand them to you.
I groan and carefully slide out of bed. I walk slowly to the door and fling it open finding a smiling Quinn.
"Why are you here?" I ask her as I hug her.
"To drop off the tickets, duh." She replies. "Can I make some coffee quick?"
I step to the side to let her in and close the door behind her. "I thought you were going to breakfast?" I ask while opening my cupboards and handing her a mug while she looks through the Keurig rack for the flavor she wants. Quinn is just as obsessed with coffee as I am, and bought it for me last year for Christmas.
"Do you have anymore of the Styrofoam to go cups?" She asks while popping the K Cup in the machine. "I know Brit is here and I don't want to intrude."
"Too late for the intrusion." I say while smirking and grabbing a Styrofoam cup from the pantry to hand to her as I yawn again.
"Whatever." She pulls the tickets out of her purse and hands them to me. "Each ticket gets you 2 glasses of wine." She explains.
I nod and take them just as her coffee finishes brewing and is now pouring into her cup. "Why don't you want to go?" I ask while leaning on the counter as she adds sugar to her coffee.
"Sam wants to go to dinner instead, he already made reservations." She replies. "You said Brittany writes poetry, I thought it would be a cool date for you two."
"Thanks, I really appreciate it." I tell her.
"Well I better get going." She says while standing up. "Thanks for the coffee." She adds while lifting up the cup.
"No problem, thanks again." I call after her as she disappears in to the hall.
I lay the tickets down on the table and shuffle back to bed. Brittany is still sleep so I snuggle back close to her and kiss her cheek before closing my eyes.
"Good morning." I hear her whisper.
I open my eyes and smile back at her. "Good morning." I reply back before kissing her softly on the lips. "How did you sleep?"
She opens her eyes and smiles warmly at me. "Great, you?"
"Awesome." I tell her with a nod. "Hey Brit, we uh, we never talk about your dreams." I say slowly while walking my fingers up and down her arm. "We talked about my dreams, lets talk about yours."
She frowns slightly. "I guess we don't."
"That's not fair." I tell her. "What is your dream? Why did you move to New York?"
Brittany sits up, so I follow suit and sit up as well. I cross my legs Indian style so I can face her. I grab her hand and place it in my lap.
"I want to be a writer." She says with a smile.
"Like your poetry?" I ask for confirmation.
She nods. "Yeah, I would love to have a poetry book published or write for like magazines, like have my own column, like Carrie from Sex and the City."
"Totally cool." I tell her with a smile. "You're so talented Brit, your poetry is amazing, you should go for it."
"It's hard to get published, especially in New York, I mean I don't have a college degree or anything, so not a lot of people will probably take me too serious." She says.
"Start a blog." I tell her quickly. "It can be Bitchin with Brit." I laugh out.
She quickly laughs too. "Interesting title."
"How about this?" I start slowly while exhaling. "You help me with my dreams, and I help you with your dreams, and together we take over the world."
"Like Pinky and The Brain?" She asks while cocking her head to the side.
"Yea, I'm Pinky and you are definitely The Brain." I say with a smile.
She leans forward and quickly hugs me tightly. "I love you so much Sanny." She whispers in my ear.
"I, l-lo…me too Brit." I say while shaking my head.
"How about we grab some cookies for breakfast?" She says happily while jumping off the bed and running out of the room.
"I'm such an idiot." I breathe out before hopping out of bed and following Brit to the kitchen.
10pm
We just left the poetry event, which was beyond awesome; Brittany loved every single minute of it. I'm just happy I could take her out on a date, even if technically I didn't pay for anything, it still felt good to do. We took a cab to the event, which Brit insisted on paying for, since we knew we would be getting the free glasses of wine. So now here we are, walking hand in hand through Central Park, it's freezing out and we are bundled up beyond belief; hats, scarves, gloves, etc, but no there's no place I would rather be.
"Aunty Snixx's Cookies!" Brittany says suddenly while swinging our clasped hands.
I laugh and look up at her. "What?"
"That's what we can call your cookie business." She says with a smile.
"So now it's a business?" I ask her.
"Parlez de vos rêves à l'existence." She says while squeezing my hand. "Speak your dreams into existence baby."
"Do you really think people will buy my cookies?" I ask her.
"Yes, I'm a cookie connoisseur." She teases with a big smile. "And those are the best cookies I've ever had."
I laugh. " I believe you. I'm going to have to bake some more since you've seen to eaten all the ones I made yesterday."
"That was Cookie Monster." Brittany says quickly while biting her bottom lip in that adorable way she does.
I laugh. "Yeah sure."
"Hey, I saw you sneaking cookies when you were cooking." Brittany laughs. "Lord Tubbington and I counted and you had 3."
"Lord Tubs is supposed to be on my side." I grumble. "Traitor."
Brittany laughs. "So Aunty Snixx's?"
"Why Aunty?" I ask her as we come to a bench and sit down.
"Uncle Ben has rice." She shrugged. "Do you think he's really an uncle?"
I frown and think for a minute. "Maybe…" I say slowly. "I like Aunty's Snixx's Cookies though…sounds badass yet loveable." I nod in agreement.
I look over at Brittany and see her shiver slightly. I open my arms wide. "Come here baby." She smiles and slides close resting her head on my shoulder as I wrap my arms around her and begin to rub her arms. I pepper kisses to her forehead before resting my chin on her head.
"Can you sing something?" Brittany asks after several minutes of silence.
"Sure, what do you want me to sing?" I ask as she sits up to look at me.
"Whatever you are feeling right now in your heart." She says.
What's in my heart is how much I love Brittany right now, how much I want to tell her, but I'm scared. Once I say it to her, I can't take it back…I would never want to take it back anyways, but what if it everything changes after I say it.
"I know the perfect song." I say with a smile. I take a deep breath and start to sing.
I gotta take a little time
A little time to think things over
I better read between the lines
In case I need it when I'm colder
In my life there's been heartache and pain
I don't know if I can face it again
Can't stop now, I've traveled so far
To change this lonely life
I reach out and grab Brittany's hands and hold them tightly as I continue. I look right in her eyes as I sing the next part.
I wanna know what love is
I want you to show me
I wanna feel what love is
I know you can show me
I feel the tears building in my eyes so I pause just as it starts snowing. We both look up at the sky and then lock eyes with one another. I smile and sniffle before singing again.
I'm gonna take a little time
A little time to look around me
I've got nowhere left to hide
It looks like love has finally found me
Brittany reaches up and wipes my tears away softly while smiling at me.
"I love you Brittany, I'm so in love with you baby." I finally get the courage to say.
"I love you too Santana." She says happily. "I love you, I love you, I love you." She giggles out.
"K-kiss me and p-prove it." I tease while standing up.
She stands up and hugs me tightly before kissing me softly and slowly molding our lips together. I lick the crease of her lips and slip my tongue in carefully exploring her mouth while pulling her closer to me. I break the kiss to catch my breath and begin to pepper soft kisses all over her face.
"I love you Brit." I say again with a smile before she picks me up and spins me around while laughing.
In that moment with the snowing falling and Brittany spinning me around I felt like we were the only 2 people in the world, Brittany is my world.
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