There have only been two instances in your life where you have been completely breathless.

The first was when you were 6 years old and learning how to swim. You thought you were the best and pushed your way out of your dads grasp. He warned you but you didn't listen. You really wanted to show him that you were a big girl and could swim without any help. You started to ungracefully doggy paddle the length of your pool and about half way you became utterly exhausted. You tried to push on and reach the end, and you remember giving one final push to grab onto the brick edge.

You didn't make.

You splashed around in the pool, freaking out because you couldn't stand up. It was over before it began however, because your father scooped you up in his arms and held you tightly to your chest. He was a great father once. You remember gasping for air and shaking tremendously in his arms.

You thought you were going to die.

The second time you were completely breathless was about 30 seconds ago.

You're currently resting your forehead on Brittany's as you grip tightly at her shirt near her waist. She is smiling softy at you and you're panting quite heavily in her face. You should feel embarrassed that she's turned you into a withering mess but you're feeling on top of the word and you honestly don't give a fuck. She keeps occasionally pecking you as you're trying to regain your breath and it makes you giggle every time.

You try and anticipate the next peck attack and you quickly yank her in as you catch her head moving forward.

She definitely wasn't expecting that.

You waste no time and run your tongue across her bottom lip. It takes her a minute second to gauge what's happening but she readily opens her mouth, letting your tongue inside. You're dying once more as her tongue starts to softly stroke over yours and it actually makes your knees buckle slightly.

She pulls back slightly and you can feel a small smirk on her lips as she wraps her arms around you tighter, trying to keep you standing. You push her back when you regain your balance and bring your hands up to her neck, pushing her forcefully into you. You hear a moan escape her lips and she moves her head as she tries to deepen the kiss. Your tongue continues to roam every part of her mouth before you feel her reluctantly pull back, biting your bottom lip as she puts space between you.

This time she's breathless and as she rests her head on yours, you return the favour and starting placing feather like kisses all over her face.

"That tickles," she says softy and buries her face into your neck. Your head follows slightly and you start to kiss all over her cheek. You feel her let out a sigh and she wraps her arms around you waist tighter. You loosen your left arm around her neck and move your hand up to rest on her head. She melts even further into your embrace as you start to softly stroke her hair.

You could definitely get use to this.

It's crazy how you just had the greatest kiss of your life and now you're just so content in standing, wrapped in Brittany's arms. You would have never imagined that anything like this was remotely possible, yet here you are feeling absolutely incredible. You can still feel the tiny shocks exploding all throughout your body. It's crazy. It literally feels like you're been pushed into a low-voltage electric fence and the aftershocks are just pulsating through your whole being.

It feels wonderful.

A small kiss to your neck brings you back and you push away from Brittany and lightly kiss her lips. You making an embarrassing humming noise that makes you turn red and Brittany just lets out an adorable giggle, effectively breaking your perfect moment.

Well, it still is perfectly. Ridiculously so.

You look forward and see Brittany's eyes roaming across your face. You should feel awkward and self-conscious about the way that she's looking at you, but you don't. You feel completely infatuated with the girl who is looking so enamoured at you. You can actually feel the goofy grin appear on your face and you know Brittany sees it as well because before you know it, she's wrapped her arms around your neck again and is sucking lightly on your bottom lip. Before you have to kiss her back, she moves back and starts to playfully peck your lips, over and over again.

"Brittany, baby, stop it!" You say in between joyful yelps. She stops abruptly and brings her hand up to push your hair away.

"Say that again," she replies with elation. You furrow your brow because you have no idea what she wants you to say.

"Say… what? Stop it?" you ask unsurely and before you know it Brittany is kissing you once more, foregoing the softness and abruptly forcing her tongue into your mouth. You have no idea what's currently happening but fuck it, you're going to roll with it. You move her over and guide her to the wall but before you can deepen the kiss and powerfully push her up against the wall, she pulls away.

"Brittany, you're killing me." You're not really getting frustrated with the stopping and starting but you do wish you could just stay kissing her forever.

"You called me baby, baby." Your eyes shoot up and you must think you literally look like a deer caught in headlights.

You try and formulate an answer but all that's running through your mind is singular letters and no words. Has Brittany actually made you forget your whole schooling career and reverted your vocabulary to single letters?

What?

"W-w-what?" you eventually stutter out, making you sound like an absolutely idiot.

"You're cute," she says and lays a small kiss on your temple. "I liked it." You feel a wave of relief wash over your body and a smile form across your face.

"Good," you murmur shyly. You watch as the smile on Brittany's face drops and a pout instantly replace it. "What's wrong?" you're rubbing your hand on her lower back and feel her shiver slightly, before moving back slightly against your touch.

"I really want you to stay…" you tense. You're definitely not ready for that yet. "But I know you should go back to your room." You sigh. You do need to go back because if you stay, and even though you said you weren't ready for sex, you know that your self-control hasn't always been that great and around Brittany? You know it's going to fucking collapse.

"I know, but for the record? I really want to stay, B." Of course you want to stay and cuddle with her and order room service while watching some crappy French TV show that neither of you can understand. That's your idea of the perfect night in at the moment. But you want to take things slow and you both have to get up quite early tomorrow morning because the group is moving into wine country.

It's your last night in Paris and the only way you want to spend it is wrapped in Brittany's arms talking about meaningless things.

That's what you want to do.

"San, if you don't leave soon I don't think I'm going to be able to let you leave," Brittany replies as her hand grabs the your shirt near your lower back. You let out a really loud groan and leave a lingering kissing on her forehead.

"Ill see you tomorrow, okay? Will you message me when you get up? Don't worry about waking me ill be up packing and doing stupid paperwork st-" You get cut off by the feeling of her lips on yours. Your tenseness about the coming morning just evaporates immediately and you melt into her once more. It's becoming a really regular occurrence and you're not sure if it's healthy for you.

"Go, baby."

Fuck. Me.

Melting.

You're literally a pile of go.

You choke out a bye and Brittany playfully pushes you off her and you start walking backwards, with your mouth hanging open.

"Goodnight," she waves and opens her door, all the while her eyes staying firmly glued to yours.

"Bye?" it comes out as a question and she giggles at you and does a twirling motion with her finger, signaling that you need to turn around. You do it and you're met with a wall. Ouch.

She's laughing at you and you're shaking your head at your inadequate self. What the shit is happening to you?

You finally find your bearings and run towards the elevators, hearing Brittany's laugh continue to light up the corridor on the way.

Most perfect night ever.

If last night were compared with this morning it would be like comparing the feeling of handing in your final massive piece of assessment of the year with the feeling of being stuck in a terrible, fucking stupid group for an assignment.

This morning was absolutely horrible.

You're starting to sleep so good lately that you actually overslept your alarm for the first time in god knows how long. You're lucky that you set multiple alarms 2 hours before your departure time. You knew it would come in handy one day. Your packing went more horrible then usual because you lost your ability to move your arms and fold, as you were too busy thinking about Brittany and kissing her again. Those thoughts then moved onto how it would feel if Brittany had woken up next to you this morning and it resulted in the same shirt being folded and refolded 4 times before being put into your suitcase.

This painstakingly slow process went on for at least 45 minutes. In your now rush to finish your morning routine before it was time to leave, you heard your phone go off. You stop what you're doing so fast and run over to your phone to see the message.

Britt-Britt.

G'morning, baby :)

Well shit, that just put your morning routine back by about 15 minutes because you then proceeded to jump around the room clutching your phone to your chest.

Good morning to you to, I really want to chat with you… but im running late. Ill see you downstairs in 20?

You knew it needed to be done. If you're any chance of making it out on time you need to knuckle down and get your shit done.

Okay :)

God, you'd wish that she'd stop it with the smiley faces because every time you see one you imagine her smile and how she smiles at you and your stomach just becomes heavy and your legs decide to stop moving.

Wonderful.

You finally managed to get everything organised, call the coach company and have time for a sneaky Red Bull from the mini-bar.

Everything was running smoothly from then until now.

Now is the reason why you want to quit and subsequently walk out of the hotel with Brittany, leaving everybody behind.

You walked from the elevator to the lobby meeting point 15 minutes from departure. The hotel already checks out the group at a specific time so you didn't need to worry about that. You did however; have to worry about the crying tour member literally wailing in the middle of the lobby.

You immediately heard it as you got out of the elevator and thought that it was actually an infant screaming. Nope it was Sugar.

Holy shit, you're really not in the mood to deal with this. Luckily, Quinn, Rachel and Brittany were all sitting near her on the floor. Sugar had her head buried into Quinn's chest, yet her high pitched squeals of distress reverberated around the lobby interior.

For fucks sake.

Everyone else in the tour group didn't know how to react and you did a quick head count.

35.

Where the fuck is Puckerman? You know he had something to do with this and you're going to hand that moron his head on a silver platter when you find him.

You look around at everyone and they all seem slightly uncomfortable with what's happening. You kind of do too because it actually sounds like cows are being taking to the slaughterhouse. It's way too early for this and you're not prepared in the slightest.

"Okay guys! The coach is outside so grab your stuff and head there!" you say it so only the group in front of you can hear it. They all start to move out with their luggage while you move over to the group of girls huddle together on the floor.

Brittany seems to have realised you were now here and gets up, walking towards you quickly.

"What happened?" you don't mean to sound angry but you think it come out in a slightly horrible tone. You don't care though, you're kind of pissed off and if it has anything to do with Puckerman then you're going to be fucking furious.

"Sugar just had a rough night. You know how she went back to Puck's room, right?" You nod. " Well apparently after they, you know, he just up and left her there." That's a pretty dickhead move and you're about to reply when Brittany starts to continue. "Anyway, Puck came back a couple of hours later and supposedly he had another girl with him…." What.

"He did what?" your voice isn't raised or loud. It's at the point where you're not sure how to react but you know you're definitely angry. It sounds extremely monotone and you can feel yourself chewing on the inside of your cheek.

"Yeah… I know, San. I don't know what to do." Brittany looks visible upset at the situation as well and you move closer to her, resting your hand on her arm.

"It's okay, B. You just look after Sugar and I'll have a talk to fuckhead, okay?" She laughs slightly and nods.

"You shouldn't swear…." Shit. What? "But it's okay, because he is a fuckhead." Thank god. You actually thought she was going to tell you to stop with the curse words. Would that even be possible? You swear more than a sailor but you know that you're so ridiculously whipped on Brittany that you'd probably give up cold turkey.

"Go look after her, Britt. You guys have about 8 minutes to get on the coach, okay? Puckerman still hasn't come down so I'm going to go to his room. Will you take me stuff and put it on the coach?"

She nods her head and goes to turn around but you catch her arm. Fuck you really want to kiss her and you think she knows that because when you make eye contact her face drops. Yeah, she definitely knows what you're thinking. Quick you idiot, think of something.

"You're a good friend, B." She smiles widely and moves back to Sugar.

You quickly turn around and run towards the elevators. You get emailed a copy of the room numbers of the group by the hotel and quickly find Pucks. The elevator is going to fucking slow and it only adding to your anger. Puckerman is going to cop it.

The doors finally open and you run out only to collide with something solid.

You fall backwards, landing heavily on your tailbone. You're about to get up and apologise for running into the person until you see that person is Puckerman.

Fuck.

"What the hell, Puck!?" He looks at you with an expression that show he has no idea what is going on. He shakily offers out his hand to you and you push it away, getting up on your own accord.

"What did you do to Sugar?" you're staring at him directly in the eye and you're really sure that your gaze is making him uncomfortable.

"What do you mean?" His cockiness is completely gone and he is actually looking down at the ground now, avoiding your scrutiny.

"She's currently downstairs in the lobby, crying her eyes out and I've been told that you're to blame. Care to explain, playboy?" He shakes his head and it just frustrates you even more. You know that you shouldn't be too hard on him because he is your client and is practically paying your wages but you've had it up to here with his arrogance and smart-arse comments.

"Here's what's going to happen. You're going to get your first strike, three and you're out." He opens his mouth in protest but you quickly raise your hand and snap him off. "You're also going to go downstairs, apologise to Sugar and then never speak to here for the rest of your time here. Got it?" He nods. "Good. Now go. You're already late and I'm not in the forgiving mood today." He quickly scampers off, getting the elevator without you.

You didn't think it was a good idea for you both to ride together. He needs to get his shit together and you need to calm down. You take a few deep breaths before walking over to the elevators and pressing the down button.

Worst start to the day ever.

You've just gotten back onto the coach after a breakfast stop in Versailles. Today isn't a big day of travelling and it's a very scenic one as well. You love when you visit the Burgundy Region of France, it's so beautiful and you always drink a lot of wine. This is probably one of the only places on tour where you get slightly drunk. You love it.

The plan of attack today is a 4-hour drive to your company's Chateau. It's pretty fucking awesome and the group stays there for 2 nights. It's near Lyon so most of the time everyone ventures there for a day and then comes back for wine tasting as well. It's definitely a more relaxed place because even though people can go out clubbing in Lyon, the majority chooses to stay and chill out in the beautiful wine region of France.

You really hope Puckerman and his gang don't go out again because you don't want to have to deal with Sugar getting upset if he manages to bring a girl back. You really hate it when people bring girls back to the hotel. It's super trashy and quite scummy as well.

The coach trip so far as been pretty silent. Everybody seems to be asleep, including Sugar, who stopped her wailing as soon as you left Paris. Thank God.

Brittany started sending you cute messages as well and you were having a text message battle on who could send the sappiest shit, until she stopped replying.

You turned in your seat to find her and she was passed out on Quinn's shoulder. She looked fucking adorable.

The time passed extremely slowly after that and you wish that you could fall asleep as well but the coach driver, Will, was in for a bloody chat. Unfortunately, he's going to be your driver for the majority of the tour and you're not looking forward to it in the slightest. You already know way too much about his life then you ever wanted to know.

After a much-hated talk on Keeping Up with the Kardashians with the middle-aged driver, you finally reach your destination. By now everyone is awake and they ohh-ing and ahh-ing the landscape outside. It really is beautiful. There' vineyards lining the countryside and mountains rolling in the distance.

"Okay everyone! We're here! A few ground rules! Please be courteous to everyone at this establishment, my company comes here on almost every tour so we have a reputation to uphold! Don't do anything stupid! You've got heaps of free time for the rest of the day and tomorrow. I suggest going into Lyon this afternoon, there's a bus from the Chateau that will take you there! If you have any questions about anything just let me know, okay?"

Everybody starts to unload and you grab your stuff until you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket.

Sneak away with me this afternoon?

You chuckle to yourself and begin to type out a reply.

To Lyon? No, how about you sneak away with me? I know all the great spots around the estate.

You grab your bag and sling it over your shoulder before walking down the stairs of the coach, enthusiastically saying goodbye to Will on the way. You see Brittany stuck behind the masses unloading their luggage from underneath the coach. She seems to be replying to you but stops when she see's you and shows that perfect, fucking smile.

You think she says yes.

Shit yeah.

Everyone continues to take their sweet time unloading until finally, you grab your bag. Everyone has to wait for you anyway because you're the one who's checking them in so really, your bag should have be unloaded first if they wanted to get checked-in quickly. But nope, everyone is pretty selfish and only grabs their only shit. They'll learn though, they always do.

You make it to the front desk and grab all the room keys for everyone. You distribute them to the same roommates as last time and tell everyone to go away and have a good afternoon. You wait until everyone has gone up to their room, before grabbing your key card and heading for the elevators. You hate being the last one to go up but you know you need to stay just incase anybody has any pointless and meaningless questions to ask you.

You reach your floor and make it to your room. You always get the greatest rooms in these places and you fucking love it. You open the door and are instantly met with the most perfect décor and view. You can see out over the vineyards and you make your way to your balcony to savour the view. It's flawless.

It'd be even better if Brittany were here with you.

Your thoughts of Brittany remind you to text a time and location to meet. You're going to make the afternoon so special that she is going to want to kiss you and hold you and never let go.

You've got it all planned.

Meet me at the side gate near the pool at around 4pm. I hope you don't get lost. Miss you.

You thought you should add on a miss you because really, you've missed her since you left her last night. How pathetic does that sound? You don't care however, and just want to see her again.

Sounds perfect, baby :) I'll make up an excuse not to go with the girls to Lyon. I miss you too x

Shit. You're taking her away from her friends. You feel like a horrible person now and quickly type out a reply.

No. Shit. You go with Lyon, okay? We can do this tomorrow x

No San! You obviously planned something. You can take me to Lyon tomorrow :)

Well played, Brittany. Well played.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed! I wrote this after a heavy day of group assignment work so my brain is pretty fried.

Also, does anybody like The National? Their new song has turned me into a blabbering mess and their upcoming album will more than likely put me into a coma.