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Santana and I drove down to Austin in our respective rental cars of course, but we met up again when we got to the airport. It was a little of a surreal experience. I had no idea what to expect from all of this. I felt almost like a crazy person when I asked Santana to come back to LA with me, and even more crazy when I told Davis to book two plane tickets instead of one.
We retrieved our tickets from one of the kiosks in the airport and then we headed to security, not really talking. I hoped that she wasn't having second thoughts about this. I wasn't even sure why I thought that this was a good idea. She felt like she'd basically been like "Hey so I know I totally abandoned you eleven years ago, but why don't you come across the country from where you live and stay with me for a little bit?". She was really hoping that Santana wasn't freaked out by this.
They got to their gate and sat down in the area of seats next to it, waiting for the plane to start boarding. "You'd think we'd have more to say to each other," she commented.
Santana let out a light laugh. "Yeah. You'd think."
"Are you angry with me?" I asked carefully.
She gave me a curious look. "For what?"
"Abandoning you. Eleven years ago," I answered, feeling my eyebrows knit together as I gave her a worried look.
Santana shrugged and shook her head. "I wasn't ever really angry at all. Just really heartbroken."
"Are you still heartbroken?" I asked her quietly.
"I don't know," she answered, that was enough to make my heart hurt. On one hand, if she was heartbroken still, it would mean that she might still have feelings for me. On the other hand, it could just mean that she was still hurt for what I did to her, in which case she might not really want to reconcile with me.
I shook that thought from my head. She agreed to come to LA with me, someone she hadn't seen in eleven years. Clearly, Santana didn't have too many hard feelings against me. "So, tell me about your best friend. Rachel, right?"
Santana smiled. "Yeah. She's really actually annoying. I got a job at the diner she owned a long while ago, and at first I hated her. She talks to fast and she always sounds like she's lecturing people when she's just talking. Not to mention she's creepily obsessed over Broadway and stuff but, she and I got really close, somehow. We both had some hard things in our pasts and one time when we were both having a bad night, we just talked and talked for hours and now we're best friends. She also helped me a lot when I was slipping."
I nodded, glad that Santana had someone like that in her life, even if she felt that her life was kind of falling apart like she'd described previously. "She sounds nice."
"You'd like her," Santana decided, and I just smiled at her. "Tell me about Davis?"
"Oh, he's great. Super hilarious, of course, but he's also really sweet and he always knows how to cheer me up. Though lately he keeps waking me up super early in the morning, which is starting to get crazy annoying. He's also my manager, so," I explained, shrugging. Santana nodded.
"He's gay?"
"Yep," I confirmed, nodding my head. "And by the way, when he meets you, please just don't freak out when he freaks out. He's been asking me questions about you for like a week now and I think he's starting to become obsessed."
Santana laughed. "Don't worry, I'm used to people being obsessed with me," she joked, winking at me and causing my heart to nearly explode in my chest. I bit back a grin, and was about to say something, when the announcer for the gate called up all first class passengers. That was me and Santana.
"C'mon, weirdo," I teased, and we stood up and dragged our bags with us to the entrance to the plane. I handed both of our tickets off to the ticket collector and he nodded for us to go through, handing them back. I passed Santana hers and we headed onto the plane. "How's New York, anyway?" I wondered. That was always where I was going to go, before I left anyway. When I was able to leave Texas, I guess New York had just sounded too big and scary for me.
"It's just like how people say it is. People are noisy and assholes. It's always cold and people are always honking. Subways are always full. I used to have trouble sleeping every night when I first moved into my apartment. It's always so damn loud everywhere," she explained, and I chuckled as I found our seats. I slid my bag into the overhead bin and took my seat by the window, and Santana did the same before taking the seat next to mine. "But I love it, you know? It's always where I wanted to end up."
"I know," I answered, smiling at her.
"LA?" she asked, smiling knowingly at me.
"LA is a dream, really. There's something glamorous and yet simple about it. Plus it's always warm, which is good considering that I was used to that after living in Texas," I explained, smiling at the thought of the city.
"Do you shop on Rodeo Drive?" Santana asked teasingly.
"Oh I wish I had enough money to shop there," I answered, rolling my eyes. "Maybe one day."
"Maybe," Santana agreed teasingly. We stopped talking for a while and sat in a comfortable silence, which I was a little grateful for. At least it wasn't an awkward silence.
As the plane started to take off, I started to fall asleep against the window. Just my luck of course.
"Close your eyes," Santana warned for the fifteenth time.
"Santana, they're closed!" I insisted, rolling my eyes under my eyelids. I already knew where we were going, of course, but the surprise was whatever was there. We were going to our spot. It was my birthday, and Santana had insisted that she wanted to do something special for it. Today I was seventeen. My birthday was, luckily, on a Saturday this year, because we had finals all week next week and the previous week at school, so I was grateful to get a weekend day as my birthday.
"Okay, step over this," Santana directed, and I figured we were coming into the clearing the same way we always did, because there was always this big root to step over. I carefully stepped over it and she pulled me out of the trees and into the clearing. "Alright we're almost there."
"I know," I teased.
"Close your eyes!"
"They're closed!" I exclaimed, having fun messing with my girlfriend.
We stopped when we were probably standing right by the hut. "Okay, you can open them now."
I opened my eyes and saw a picnic spread out in front of the hut. There was a little lantern giving off light, which was good, considering that it was getting dark. It almost looked like a candle light. "Ooh," I said, giving Santana an excited smile. She rolled her eyes playfully at me, and we both sat down on the blanket spread out on the ground.
There was a plastic bag also sitting on the blanket. "What's in that?" I asked her.
"Food," she replied, grinning widely at me and opening the bag, producing two packages of rolled sushi from it. I grinned widely.
"Yes, sushi!" I exclaimed, snatching one of the packages from her and getting her to laugh slightly at me.
"Pig," she insulted playfully, and I rolled my eyes back at her. Before we ate, we both slipped off out shoes and sat side by side while we ate, leaning against the hut as our legs tangled together in front of us. I sighed happily and leaned my head against her shoulder.
"What do you think New York is going to be like?" I asked her. "We're gonna be there in a year."
"I think it's going to be amazing," Santana answered, sounding as though she were dreaming about it as she spoke, and she probably was. I smiled fondly.
"Maybe one day, when we're rich and famous, we can have a vacation house near LA for the summers," I mused. "So we can get out of the cold."
"I guess that would be the only way we'd ever get to see each other in bikinis, huh?" Santana teased, and I couldn't help but grin.
"Exactly," I agreed, laughing. "Wouldn't that be awesome, though?"
"Doing anything with you in the future is awesome," Santana said, and I blushed, even though she wasn't looking straight at me. We finished eating and set out empty sushi packages aside. We looked up at the stars that were starting to appear high above us. "Happy birthday, Dani."
"Thanks, babe," I replied, sighing happily. "I can't wait to have a future with you, Santana."
"Neither can I," she agreed, holding me closer to her as we watched the stars.
I woke up with a start, probably about halfway through our plane trip. Santana must've noticed me jump awake, because she gave me a curious look. "You okay?"
"Yeah," I answered, stretching my neck a little after sleeping I such an awkward position.
"What were you dreaming about?" Santana wondered. I bit my lip, wondering what to say.
"My seventeenth birthday," I finally admitted. Santana raised an eyebrow at me.
"I remember that," she commented. "We had sushi."
I grinned. "Yes, we did."
"Do you dream about the past a lot?" Santana wondered.
"Not as much as I have recently," I admitted, shrugging. Santana furrowed her eyebrows slightly, and I gave her a curious look. "Why? What?"
"It's just… lately every time I got to sleep, I dream about something in the past. I have no idea why. It's like it's all been haunting me… or taunting me… I don't even know," she muttered. My brain did a quick analysis on the situation and seemed to decide that somehow this was like fate trying to get me and Santana back together. Although the idea definitely sounded promising and nice or whatever, I pushed it away for now.
"That's weird," I commented. "Didn't you just break up with your girlfriend? Could that be why?"
"It started right before that," she said, shaking her head. "And anyway, I didn't break up with her. She broke up with me."
"Why?" I asked, my tone making it clear that I was flabbergasted that anyone would ever break up with Santana. Though, I had technically done the same thing once.
"She said that we were both getting older and she didn't see us working out in the long run so she thought we should both be looking for someone we knew we could see a future with," Santana explained, sighing. "I mean, I guess I knew it wasn't meant to be with her. But she broke up with me on my birthday. Harsh, isn't it?"
"Yeah, that's rough," I agreed, although I wasn't particularly upset about Santana's recent breakup. If Santana was single, that was just better for me, right? "Hey, how long was I asleep?"
"Most of the flight. We should be there pretty soon," Santana answered.
Just as she finished talking, the pilot announced our upcoming arrival at LAX.
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