Part II

Two Years Later

17:00

Santana pulled a magazine out of the pocket in the seat ahead of her and casually flipped through it. Quickly bored—as she always was by things as well as people—she stuffed the magazine back into the pocket and gazed outside the small plastic window.

She watched the wing of the plane slice through the clouds. It was beautiful, in a bittersweet sort of way. Kind of like the way she felt about planes, actually. The warm pink sunlight seeped through the clouds and hit the windowpane, but the plastic still felt cold against her cheek.

Santana was happier than she had ever been in her life. Yet, she couldn't help but want more. Maybe it was learning the first time that there was something better out there in life that made her long for more. Maybe that knowledge spoiled her.

But she was happy now. Happier than she had ever been.

"Would you like some champagne, Miss?"

Santana let out a sigh of content—or was it relief?—when that question grazed just past her ear. Thank God for business class. "Yes," Santana breathed. "Please," she added quickly. With reluctance, she broke her gaze from the window and smiled politely up at the flight attendant.

And that's when the smile dropped from her face.

"Brittany," she choked as she stared into those all too familiar blue eyes.

"S-Santana," Brittany whispered, her eyes still wide from shock, "what are you doing here?"

Santana contemplated her answer for a moment before answering, "I'm flying to Ohio."

As the shock of the situation passed, Brittany broke into a wide grin, as if she had just run into a dear old friend. "How have you been?" she gushed.

Santana smiled back as she watched Brittany's beaming face. Brittany's smiles had always been infectious. "I've been great. What about you, Britt?" she asked, and she just then realized how much she missed saying "Britt" so casually like that.

"I've been great, too," Brittany replied with a nod.

Santana nodded along, still smiling. She didn't really feel like saying anything. Watching Brittany was enough. Brittany was grinning so hard her top lip became a thin pink line in the most adorable way.

"So…," Brittany started saying, "champagne?"

Santana chuckled as she took the glass from Brittany's hands. "Thank you," she said sincerely, tipping the drink toward Brittany in acknowledgement.

Brittany smiled down at Santana for a moment before remarking, "You look good, Santana."

"I am," Santana replied with a grin. "I am."

"I'm glad."

"Thank you."

"Well, I should probably go finish giving out the champagne now," Brittany said.

"Yeah, of course."

Brittany looked at Santana again, taking in all her delicate features that were even more beautiful than she had remembered. "I'll talk to you soon," she said at last as she carried her tray of champagne away.

17:15

"Rachel, you would never guess who I just ran into."

Rachel looked dubiously over at her good friend, who was always more than a bit overdramatic. "Who?"

"Santana!" Brittany exclaimed.

Furrowing her eyebrows, Rachel tried to remember. That name sounded too familiar… And then it hit her. "Santana?" she echoed. "The girl from the plane two years ago?"

"Yes!"

"Oh, my God, Brittany," Rachel squeaked, "what did you say to her?"

"I just asked how she was and stuff," Brittany rambled.

"Just how she was and stuff?" Rachel asked incredulously. "You've lost track of this girl for two years, and you just asked about how she was?"

"Well, what was I supposed to say, Rachel? I haven't seen her for two years. I can't just go up and make out with her," Brittany hissed. "Although…that would be nice," she added as an afterthought.

"Oh, my God, Brittany," Rachel said again. "You have to go talk to her. Explain things. She probably thought you didn't want to wait for her."

"She probably does, doesn't she?" Brittany groaned. "Ugh, if I hadn't had brought that stupid toy gun with me, I wouldn't have been detained, and none of this would have happened."

"So go tell her right now!" Rachel said. "You've waited for two years. Don't wait any more."

"But, Rach, just like you said, it's been two years… What if she doesn't like me anymore?"

"Brittany, there's no one in this world who doesn't like you. Now go."

Brittany giggled as Rachel shoved her away, strutting happily toward Santana's seat.

17:25

"Santana," she chirped, tapping Santana on her shoulder with her finger.

Santana spun around in her seat and smiled. "Oh, hey, Britt."

"Hi. So I know this is going to sound weird, but I'd kill myself if I miss this chance."

"Um, okay…"

"You know two years ago?"

"Uh huh—"

"What's going on?" came a third voice.

Brittany turned around and came face to face with a very pretty girl, who looked sort of familiar, actually.

Santana looked between Brittany and the girl several times before reaching out for the girl's hand and pulling her close.

Brittany shifted away to make room for the newcomer.

"I just ran into an old friend," Santana explained to the girl. Then she turned to Brittany and said, "You might not remember, Brittany, but this is Quinn."

Quinn smiled, sticking out her hand. "Hi."

Brittany smiled back weakly at the almost frustratingly beautiful woman, taking her hand and shaking it. "Hi."

Quinn looked back at Santana. "Baby, you never told me about a Brittany," she said as Brittany cringed at the affectionate term.

Santana shrugged. "Never came up."

17:40

With a mischievous grin, Santana craned her neck and placed a delicate kiss onto the back of her girlfriend's hand. "Come back soon, okay?" she murmured, snuggling back into her seat. She spent another moment watching Quinn walk away to the bathroom before losing interest in those admittedly sexy hips. The allure they once held for Santana had simply disappeared with time.

Still, Santana loved her. She loved her with all her heart.

Author's Note: So what do you guys think about Part II?