So I have problems with letting out my anger, and on Tuesday some stuff happened and I ended up punching a wall. My right hand is swollen and bruised. Some may wonder why I'm telling you this, well I'm telling you cause I want you to realize how much I love you all. My hand doesn't though.

There's a small time jump but it's specified in the story. Thank you guys for your reviews, reading them makes me smile. Anyways here it is.

The two had been together six months today. Santana had been in NY for three months of their relationship and was glad they were doing so great. Her only dilemma was what to plan for their six month anniversary. She had been trying to plan it for weeks but hadn't thought of anything. Brittany had allowed the Latina the planning of the day and hoped she had something great, but could tell by how fidgety the shorter girl was, she had nothing. Santana grabbed the blondes hand as they walked through the park. It was just early morning, and she was stalling. Brittany giggled as Santana's face contorted as she thought.

"So can I ask you something?" Brittany said sitting down on a bench. Even though it was only November it was pretty cold outside. She loved when the trees leaves lost color and fell off, but she hated when it got cold. Santana only nodded. She looked around and breathed in the fresh air. She had never paid attention to how beautiful her surroundings were until now. The leaves were mostly fallen, and the colors of everything were gorgeous. She still liked spring better.

"Can I give you my present now, or should I wait for tonight?" Santana smiled. She might be a terrible date planner, but she picked out an awesome gift.

"Tonight. I want to give you mine at the same time."

"What are we doing tonight?" Brittany asked warily. She knew the brunette hadn't planned anything but she still wanted to ask.

"You'll see." the Latina said half smiling. She didn't know either. She stood up and drug the blonde up from her seat playfully. She walked her to the studio and told her the time she would pick her up. Brittany smiled at the girl before kissing her chastely goodbye.

Santana got a cab to take her home. She had a lot of planning to do. She knew what she wanted to do, she just needed to get the finer details.

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Santana stood in her kitchen with Rachel watching her break an egg. She had called the girl when she got home and asked her and her girlfriend to come help. She had hoped both girls could help but apparently, Quinn was just as bad in the kitchen as Santana so she sat behind the bar and watched them. Rachel handed Santana the other egg and the Latina looked at her with a worried expression before putting to the bowl and cracking it. With Santana's luck, she completely broke the egg and it splattered on the side of the bowl and counter.

"God damn it." she muttered and got a dish towel to clean the mess up. Rachel was too busy to clean it because she was laughing, as was the blondie behind the bar.

"Not so hard, just enough to break it a little." Rachel said after she had stopped laughing. The Latina nodded and did it correctly this time. She looked at Rachel and smiled proudly. The rest of the baking went fine, or as fine as it could go with Santana in the kitchen. Once they the cookies were in the oven, she took off her hideous apron that Rachel insisted on her wearing and sat down next to Quinn at the bar.

"So you're both sure she will like everything?" Santana asked looking from Quinn to Rachel who just got out of the kitchen.

"Definitely." Quinn said resting her face in her hand.

"In all the time we've known her, no one's ever been so sweet with her. Everyone just uses her. The worst was in college."

"What happened?" Santana asked the small brunette. Rachel looked at Quinn who merely nodded.

"His name was Arthur, or Artie. Yeah that was is. Anyways, he used her for sex. She loved him but all he wanted was the sex." Rachel said watching the girl get angrier at each word. Santana had a problem with getting jealous, but this wasn't jealousy, this was hatred. Who could use Brittany like that? She was amazing, and sweet, and perfect.

"He was an ass, and she found out. I think that's what turned her to be completely gay. She lost all hope in guys. He was an exception anyway." Santana nodded at the information. She couldn't get mad, she had Brittany now and nothing would change that. She smiled as the smell of chocolate chip cookies wafted through the air.

"I've never made cookies before." Santana said changing the subject. Rachel dropped her jaw.

"Not even with your mom as a little girl?"

"Me and my mom were never the bonding type. I loved her and she loved me, but we didn't do much together. You did though?" Quinn laughed at the question but Santana didn't understand why.

"Actually, I have two gay dads. So my daddy taught me how to cook." Santana understood now and chuckled her own question. The bell dinger for the cookies and Santana rushed into the kitchen to get them out of the oven.

"Santana don't yet..." Rachel said loudly but it was too late.

"Jesus fucking Christ!"' she yelled dropping the sheet back in the oven and putting her hand under cold water.

"That's why they make oven mitts." Quinn remarked and Santana glared as best she could. Her hand was already blistered and she couldn't really bend it. Of course she needed an oven mitt before grabbing something, she felt really stupid.

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Brittany sat in her office and sighed. She missed her girlfriend and didn't have to wait too much longer until she could see her, but she missed her nonetheless. She had been bored all day and only had two hours before she could go home and get ready. She realized she didn't have any clue on what to wear so she texted Santana.

B:What should I be wearing tonight?

As Brittany waited for a response she got up and decided she would dance for a little while to pass the time. Her phone vibrated before she even picked a song and smiled at her girlfriends response.

S: Nothing ;)

B: My birthday suit it is. :)

S: I can't have people ogling so maybe jeans and a shirt. Nothing too special, cause by the end of the night it'll be on the floor :).

Brittany laughed and sent a quick response back. She loved they're flirting, but she was actually ready to be with Santana like that. She wanted to give Santana her everything. Even if she wasn't a virgin, she was giving Santana herself completely. After Artie, she didn't want to just sleep with people and she hadn't since. Her being with Santana like that would mean a lot.

She shook her thoughts and picked the song she had been listening to on repeat for weeks. As she danced, she sang along.

I see you standing over there
You look around without a care
I pretend you notice me
I look in your eyes
And what you see
Is it made up in my mind
Am I just wasting time
I think this could be love
I am serious

What if we were made for each other
Born to become best friends and lovers
I want to stay right here in this moment with you
Over and over and over again
What of this could be a real love,
A love, a love, yeah

I write our names down in the sand
Picturing all our plans
I close my eyes
And I can see you when
You ask "will you marry me?"

What if we were made for each other
Born to become best friends and lovers
I want to stay right here in this moment with you
Over and over and over again
What if this could be a real love,
A love, a love, yeah

I don't know
What to think

Is this real
Or just a dream
In my heart is where you'll be
I'll keep waiting till we meet

What if we were made for each other
Born to become best friends and lovers

I want to stay right here in this moment with you
Over and over and over again
What if this could be a real love
A love, a love, yeah

Boy you know you really make my heart stop
Stop, stop
Oh what of this is real love
What if this is real love
Boy you make my heart top
You make my heart stop
You make my heart stop
Yeah

As the song ended Brittany smiled to herself. The song reminded her so much of what she was feeling with Santana. She wondered of the Latina was the one, but was kind of afraid to put that out there. She sat down in her chair and spun around. 'Two hours, thirty minutes' she muttered. She could see Santana in two hours and thirty minutes.

Santana waited nervously outside Brittany's house. She had rung the doorbell but the blonde had yet to answer. It hadn't been long, but Santana was nervous. She was about to ring the doorbell again when the blonde answered. Santana's eyes raked up the girls body and her mouth went dry. Brittany's jeans were practically painted on and her shirt showed an ample amount of cleavage. Brittany did the same. Her eyes stopped at the Latina's chest. The amount of cleavage showing should be illegal. And her jeans showed her curves. Brittany gulped. It would be hard to contain herself.

"Ready babe?" Santana said finally breaking the silence. Brittany smiled and nodded. Santana linked arms with the taller girl unable to take her hand. Her hand had been pretty badly burnt and she had it wrapped up in the same type of thing you would use for a sprained wrist. Brittany noticed the girls hand and frowned.

"What happened to your hand?"

"I'll tell you the story when we get to the destination." Santana said smiling. She wasn't going to let the blonde in on anything until they got to where they were going. As they drove Brittany tried to figure out why she was smelling cookies. It confused her because she didn't think the Latina usually smelled like a bakery, actually she usually smelled like vanilla. Brittany leaned over and sniffed the brunettes shirt. Santana turned her head to the blonde and dropped her brow in amusement and confusion.

"What're you doing?" Brittany looked up through her bangs.

"Smelling you." she said simply and the Latina burst out laughing.

"Why?"

"You smell yummy. Like a cookie." Brittany said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Santana shook her head still laughing. Brittany was amazing, but some of the things she did were just hard not to laugh at. Once they got to the destination Brittany got excited. They were at a small secluded pond. There were ducks in the water, the air was crisp but not too much. It was perfect and little did she know, it would just get better. She go out the car and Santana walked back to the trunk and pulled out the basket and blanket. She held them with her good hand and with her bad hand, led Brittany to a place under a tree. The scenery was perfect like Quinn had said. There was no city light, and they'd be able to see the subset and stars without moving.

Brittany helped by taking the basket as Santana laid out the blanket. Once they were both sitting Brittany pulled the Latina in for a kiss. The brunette smiled into it but pulled away.

"I wanna tell you the story now." she said opening the basket and pulling out the cookies. Brittany's eyes got big and opened the container and took a bit of one and moaned.

"These are awesome." she said still chewing. Santana laughed and continues taking the rest of Brittany's favorites out. The blonde girl definitely had a childish taste for food. Her ideal meal was popcorn, Buffalo wings, and chocolate chip cookies.

"I honestly wouldn't have gotten anywhere without Quinn and Rachel. They helped me." Brittany smiled and took some popcorn.

"We made the cookies fine, put them in the oven fine. Everything was good. That was until I picked up the pan without oven mitts. My hand got burnt, but the cookies didn't so that's good right?" she said laughing at her stupidity. Brittany chuckled.

"I wouldn't forgive you if they had been burnt." she joked and Santana smiled and wiped her brow feigning relief. They spent the next half hour talking and eating. As the sun was about to go down completely Santana pulled out a rectangular box from her jacket. She handed it to Brittany who just looked at the box. She slowly opened it up and smiled.

"It's amazing." she said laughing. Santana smiled and grabbed the silver name bracelet from the blonde and out it on her.

"BS." she said reading it and laughing. You could tell Santana picked it out. Brittany laughed with her. She loved the gift and hopes Santana would love hers as well. She went in her jacket pocket and pulled out a small box. Santana grabbed it and opened it up to find a key. She looked at the blonde confused and Brittany took a deep shaky breath.

"Move in with me."

I almost forgot to tell you guys that this is the longest chapter yet. Don't get used to it, but your welcome :). Haha. Also, if you guys are as much of a gleek as I am, go to .com and vote for glee, and the members! Thanks.