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"Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?"- Henry Finck

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Sunlight shines on closed caramel eyes, slowly awakening it's owner gently with it's gleaming rays. Santana drags out a long, cute yawn, leaning up above Brittany before slumping back down onto her again with a lazy thud. Amazingly enough, Brittany didn't even spare a stir in her sleep, only her arms tightened more around Santana's waist as they lay tangled in each other with wrapped legs. Warmth radiates off both their bodies, making the bed all too cozy in the cold morning.

Finally receiving the chance to wake up before Brittany, Santana took proper use of it and gazes at the girl as she sleeps. It's endearing to watch but also so frightening she wants to run. This one girl, laying before her with a fragile body already injured, means the whole world to Santana. In a way it's easy, knowing the reason you live and not questioning it your whole life. In other ways it's the hardest thing, needing to constantly watch your paranoia and keep feelings of possession to a contained and reasonable level.

Glancing to check the clock, Santana's heart almost stops. She doesn't have time to prepare herself, she only can gape at the time.

"WAKE UP IT'S TIME TO GET READY FOR SCHOOL!"

Brittany's mother can really project her voice in her morning calls. Santana smiles to herself nonetheless, missing waking up the way she has most her life. Brittany's mom was more of a mother to Santana than her own.

With deceasing self-esteem, Santana shoves her way out of the bed and runs down the stairs. Her bare feet pad on right after another in her own quick rhythm before she jumps off the last step. Brittany's mother is standing in the hallway with a bright smile as she holds up smiley pancakes towards the girl. Santana can already smell the sweet aroma of syrup in the air but refuses to give into the extreme temptation.

"Breakfast?"

"No thanks, I gotta get home. Sorry," Santana sheepishly states, pulling at the ends of her long sleeve shirt. "Uhm, tell Brittany I'll meet her at school. I'll bring her in."

Brittany's mom can only stand in shock, alone in the yellow hallway holding a batch of fresh pancakes weakly when Santana darts out the door. She asks herself what's gotten into the girl. Knowing Santana's way, she shrugs and assures herself everything will be alright- as she always does. Something just seemed a little too odd about the girl this time; this time it is something different and probably deeper than past situations. Sometimes she likes to look back at the past and just indulge on how her daughter and Santana have grown together.


"MOMMY MOMMY! I made a new friend! Her name's Santana!" Brittany chimes, bursting through the front doors as she grips a girl's hand tightly behind her. "She is really pretty and super nice!"

Brittany's mom turns around in surprise. She hasn't seen anyone but that other blonde girl Quinn Fabray over their house for a play date before. Her daughter drags a petite little girl with exotic caramel skin. She stands with her feet tucked on top of another, looking slightly panicked as she swings her torso side to side with her hands clasped behind her back. Brittany's mother can see something different in this girl than the others; she looks almost lost and broken.

Before she knows it herself, a bright smiles graces her face and she bends down to shake the girl's tiny hands.

"Hello Santana! I'm Brittany's mom, it's nice to meet you!" She says as the girl shakily takes her hand.

"You too, ma'am..." Santana shyly trails off, biting her lower lip.

Brittany shot out her hand and took Santana by her arm. She brings the girl into an abrupt hug before turning to her mother, her hand falling to entwine with Santana's and swings them back and forth energetically.

"Mommy, we're gonna go play princess and hero now," Brittany informs her mother quite openly. "Sanny is my hero. She saved me from these mean bullies today. They tried to smash my sand castle but they ran away cause San roared at them like one of those big kitties do!"

Brittany's mother could tell by the way her daughter gazed at this girl there was something special; a friendship of some sort has sprung she's never seen before. She appreciates how this Santana can make Brittany smile like that. Any mother should appreciate when a single being can make their own child so giddy; any being in reason, of course.

"Okay, have fun!" Brittany's mom called before her daughter giggled and yanked Santana up the stairs.

Not many kids played with Brittany because she was too immature. They said the things she says annoys them and makes them angry because it's just random nonsense. Even when Brittany plays with some, her mother can hear them say she's stupid or something mean. Brittany soon finds herself running to Santana crying rather than her mother over the time of playing together once.

Brittany's mom has never heard Santana call her stupid once and seeing her daughter ran to the girl that provided a protective shield, she would get excited herself when Brittany would shout about Santana coming over. The girl became part of the family in a single week. She slept over for days and watched movies with the family and ate dinner with them like she belonged there; which she did and does. Every time she see's Santana and Brittany together, Brittany's mom can't help but smile at their blossoming relationship. They were and are one of a kind; two souls swimming in an ocean of their own.

When Artie showed in the picture, it's safe to say Brittany's mom wasn't too pleased at all. In fact, she began to make up lame excuses so the boy couldn't come to their house sometimes. She will always stand firmly on Santana's side and the moment she saw that boy wheel into the home she knew why he was there. Her daughter would give her pleading glances that begged she meant otherwise but she knew it had to do with Santana no matter what. With Brittany, everything's about Santana.


Santana waits on the frigid sidewalks as the student body arrogantly shoves their sloppy way into the supposedly educational building standing behind her. She rolls her eyes at the passing jocks clearly eying up her body, crossing her arms over her chest to block any possible view. Cool relief washes out her dry, parted lips in a sigh when she finally spots Brittany's mother driving her daughter up to her.

"Santana!" The blonde woman calls out joyfully, rolling down her window as she came to a stop before the girl.

"Hey! I'll go get Britt's wheelchair," Santana fakes a smile the second she spoke the word 'wheelchair'.

She goes around the back and lugs out the metal object from the trunk. Opening it, she slams it to the polished streets before neatly wheeling it up to the door. Brittany moves her functioning torso to open the door and reach out for her loving friend. Santana takes her arms, carefully bringing her into the seat.

"Thanks for the drive, mom!" Brittany shouts out before Santana begins to gently wheel her towards the school.

Brittany's mom cheerfully waves at them as she watches her daughter enter the building. She drives off with a genuine smile on her face.

"Want to tell me why I woke up alone this morning?" Brittany inquires, craning her head to look disappointing at Santana.

The Latina's dark eyes are staring absently ahead of her as she wheels the girl, making sure not to look down at the blonde. Some students notice Brittany's in a wheelchair, some don't bother, and some simply just don't care. Santana gulps down the words in her throat and walks on.

"I had to go home and get ready," her voice gets a little low and raspy when she lies to Brittany, shrugging with her words.

The blonde looks back down at the floor moving below her immobile feet, ashamed of herself and Santana. She's lying to her and she knows it but she also knows why Santana wasn't there when she woke. Brittany holds herself together and stands to her word. If Santana can say it all the time, so can she.

"I can't."

Santana pauses, her brows scrunching in a knot. Did Brittany just really say what she thought she said? She couldn't have, she stated it so simply. Where had all the emotion gone?

"W-...What?" she lightly asks, disbelief written shallowly on her face.

"You heard me, Santana," Brittany begins, looking more mature than ever. "I can't because I know you won't make us public and you'll go back to your fake 'sleeping with puck' get up really when I know you two are playing call of duty together."

Santana either can't find any words to say or just can't say them. She questioned herself and the fact that Brittany might be right. There has to be an option open, any option.

"What if-?" She doesn't get a chance.

"No. We're either together or we're not, Santana. I mean it. And at least I give you a choice. You never gave me one..."

"But, Britt-" Santana tries to reach for Brittany's cheek but the girl turns away.

She recoils her hand back to herself and holds onto it desperately, tears spilling out her eyes. Her body shakes with the harsh rejection inflicted upon her. Brittany notices and looks back at Santana, her own eyes glossy as well.

"You know how much I want to say yes," she whispers, running a hand through her thick hair. "You know."

Santana leans into Brittany's warm hand. She almost can't help it; it's like second nature to her.

"No I don't," Santana whispers back painfully. "Not anymore..."

Santana says the exact right words to break Brittany's heart as she has done times before.

"Come here," Brittany softly orders, wrapping her arms around Santana's waist and pulling the girl on top of her.

Santana pools into the warmth their bodies share. They fit together so perfectly she wonders how they could ever separate. A cozy sensation trickles up her and she settles more deeply into Brittany. She enjoys the night while she can because tomorrow she's going to prove her wrong. This time nothing is going to hold her down.

"Britt, my legs are so tired!" Santana whines out, trying her best to act weak at the knees as she slouches forward on the handles.

Brittany looks up at her with deep concern, as gullible as they get. She runs a comforting hand down Santana's arm. Santana shivers at the spark.

"You can sit on my lap if you want to, San?" She offers, spinning her chair around to face Santana.

The Latina confidently grins and places herself on Brittany's lap. She swung her legs over the side of the wheelchair, circling her arms around the girl's neck possessively. Brittany begins to happily wheel them to Glee club, oblivious to Santana's obvious intentions.

"Gosh you're so strong, Britt," Santana swoons, resting her cheek on Brittany's shoulder blade.

More and more students begin to notice these intimate touches and watch carefully. Soon, a crowd gathers behind the two girls, observing their every movement. Santana begin to slightly panic, a cold sweat dripping down as she takes a wistful glance at the gathering attention before whipping her head harshly back to Brittany. She internally thrashes her emotions around and tell her to just do it. Just fucking do it. It's not that hard. But it is.

She has to do it; it's now or never. All the Glee students are lined up along the wall in anticipation for Brittany's return, almost the entire student body is behind them, and the doors to Glee club are only getting closer. Adrenaline races through Santana's body with all the pressure and irrational thought. She looks and sees Puck, Rachel, and Quinn nodding at her. She turns and sees Marissa bouncing in the crowd, biting on her lip as she smiles and nods too. No turning back now. She takes a deep breath, attempting to relax her inflamed nerves. It's not really working though.

"Brittany."

"Yeah?" Brittany asks, turning her head only to be silenced by Santana's luscious lips to her's.


OH SNAP. OH SNAP OH SNAP. I DID. I JUST DEEEEED!~ Review please! For the next chapter will be quite intense. Have I got something for you guys. I want this realistic.