Okay, okay- since Glee went with Stevie Wonder, I chose a Stevie Wonder song, too! WOW!

Haha this can kind of fit with either this week or last week's episode, it doesn't really matter since the two episodes are close together. It could even happen directly after "Sweet Dreams" if you want, too. It's up to you! CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!

So I have a theory on why Kurt and Rachel don't ever mention Brittany: they ship Brittana and they aren't worried, obviously. They know Brittana is endgame! 8D~

Good news, as this season comes to a close, this story will, too, at least for the summer since it's canon-based. However, writing about canon has been kind of a nice activity, so as a summer project to replace this story, I will be starting a new project, in which I will be filling a different GKM prompt every week over the summer, to get us through the long hiatus. I'm going down with this ship, guys! I hope you'll continue to sail with me. :)

As usual, thanks for all the reviews, favorites, follows, what-have-yous! You're all awesome!

Happy reading!


But what it is, though old, so new

To fill your heart like no three words could ever do

I just called to say I love you

And I mean it from the bottom of my heart

Brittany doesn't know what's gotten into Santana, but she finds it exceedingly difficult to care with Santana's fingers buried knuckle-deep inside her while Brittany straddles her on the couch.

She's supposed to be in Boston already; she'd told Sam she was, but she finds it exceedingly difficult to care that he's expecting her home in a few days when Santana's right hand is squeezing her ass and the heel of Santana's left hand is putting the most delicious pressure on her clit. Santana is merciless between her legs, and Brittany grips the back of the couch with one hand and the back of Santana's neck with the other, nuzzling her face into Santana's neck, breathing in her scent as she rides Santana's fingers.

Brittany never stood a chance.

Does he know you're riding my fingers right now? Santana demands huskily, and Brittany feels pleasure shoot down her spine at the words and the meaning behind them, at Santana's low voice in her ear, at Santana's hot breath against her skin, making the hair on the back of Brittany's neck tingle, because- (Brittany hates the thrill that runs through her at Santana's words, but she was made to ride Santana's fingers.)

No, Brittany gasps- chokes, really- and she grips Santana's neck tighter, oh, God-

I want you to be only mine, Britt, Santana breathes against Brittany's jaw before branding a hot kiss there, and Brittany shudders at a particularly sharp thrust of Santana's fingers.

I am, Brittany insists, her thighs tensing as she nears her release, but she's not there yet-

Only mine, B, Santana clarifies, pushing harder, deeper, and Brittany cries out, her nails digging rivets into the couch, her hand sliding up to clench at Santana's hair like it's the only thing anchoring her to the Earth.

Fuck- please- Santana- Brittany doesn't even know what she's saying anymore, her legs are shaking and she's strangling Santana's fingers inside her with how bad she wants- needs- release.

Tell me you love me, Santana demands lowly, her voice like smoked honey.

I love you, Santana, Brittany blurts immediately, pleading, breath coming in heavy gasps. I love you, she says again, and Santana pounds into her, rewarding. Fuck, I love you, love you so much- ah-

Brittany comes with a loud cry, throwing her head back and letting the crashing waves of her orgasm roll through her as Santana continues to stroke her slowly, reverently. Brittany bucks her hips, panting, feeling like she's going to shake apart with the intensity of her release, and Santana kisses her face tenderly before Brittany crashes their lips together with a panting moan. Brittany doesn't know what's gotten into Santana, but she finds it exceedingly difficult to care when she's gasping for breath as she comes down from such a powerful orgasm.

And yet-

Brittany slides off of Santana's lap, collapsing heavily beside her on the couch, but lets her smooth, bare legs stretch across Santana's. She struggles to catch her breath, her thoughts racing as she reaches up to push sweaty blonde hair out of her face while Santana strokes soothingly up and down her thighs. Brittany clenches her thighs together, shivering at the tiny bursts of pleasure that shoot through her, suddenly completely aware that she's sitting on the couch in the loft, completely naked from the waist down, with only Santana's snug hoodie on and nothing underneath. She shivers, also suddenly completely aware of the slight chill on her damp skin, and finds Santana's hand blindly, gripping it and laying her head on Santana's shoulder. Brittany presses a contemplative kiss to Santana's neck, and Santana hums in response.

Brittany's thoughts race at what Santana suggested in the heat of the moment (only mine) and her heart speeds up, but clenches painfully at the implications. Boston isn't closer to New York than Louisville is to Lima, so if she makes the decision to go to MIT, it won't fix things for them, and even though they've been doing better at the long distance thing recently (and especially since Santana isn't tied up with a rigid schedule for cheerleading practice) Brittany still has months left until graduation.

Brittany isn't certain of her feelings on the subject- she wants Santana so, so much, wants to be only hers more than anything, except-

except-

except Brittany is certain of one thing- she cannot handle another unofficial break up.

Brittany swallows thickly. She wants to ask Santana about what she said, but she's not sure where to start, and even though Santana has gotten better about talking about things (like feelings) Brittany still avoids pushing her. She squeezes Santana's hand, and tries to sort through her jumbled thoughts.

Does being only Santana's mean that Brittany should move to New York? Santana hasn't asked her to- was she ever going to? Was that Santana's way of asking? Is Brittany reading too much into things? Does Santana even want her to move to New York?

Brittany swallows, feeling self-doubt creeping into her mind. Santana said she wants Brittany to be only hers- and Brittany knows Santana loves her- but she also can't help flashing back to the way she felt her Junior year, when Santana claimed she wanted her, but-

(Yeah, I'd say that's accurate.)

No, Santana's matured since then. She's changed. She's-

What're you thinking, B? Santana whispers, before pressing a hesitant kiss to Brittany's temple.

Brittany chews her lip, but ultimately tries to test the waters. About Boston.

I'm sorry I can't go with you, Santana apologizes quickly, her voice sincere and full of regret.

I know you have work-

Yeah, but it's important to you, and I want to more than anything, Santana admits. Then, in a smaller, far more vulnerable voice she says, I want to be involved in planning your future.

Brittany swallows, feeling overwhelming emotion rising in her chest, in her throat. And, God, how is Santana so- Yeah? she whispers shyly, stroking her thumb over the back of Santana's hand, which is still gripped tightly in her own.

Their eyes meet, and Brittany sees the devotion and honesty shining in Santana's warm coffee eyes, and she leans forward, letting her lips press to Santana's, letting her lips express her gratitude and love and-

No, of course I'm not going to bring that up, are you insane? Rachel's voice breaks through the loft, and Brittany hears the sound of shuffling and the front door closing. I don't really want to talk about that right now, it's still a sore subject. Brittany turns to look and sees Rachel on her cell phone, bags in hand. Rachel waves and mouths Hey and then sweeps to her room, talking loudly. If I'd heard from him you'd be the first to know, and I'm not going to serenade her-

Brittany giggles nervously, trying to diffuse the tension that had settled in her from the previous serious moment. She feels light and heavy all at once, and when she looks at Santana, she's greeted with a smirk.

What? Brittany murmurs.

Santana grins. She didn't even notice you aren't wearing pants.

Brittany sucks her lips into her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.


Brittany takes another long sip of her drink, catching Santana's eyes behind the bar. Santana had to go to work, and Brittany was more than happy to accompany her. She'd been to Santana's workplace the last time she'd visited- with Santana- but for the first time, Brittany looks around at the bar and tries to make it feel more permanent.

Her last trip to New York was a visit, and nothing more. Santana's life had stopped to accommodate her; but this time, Brittany stopped in New York on her way elsewhere, and now she's treated to the way Santana's life runs normally, and she thinks she really, really likes it.

Santana's been sneaking her drinks all night (been sneaking her smiles all night) and Brittany's been enjoying the boisterous music, the performances, and the atmosphere. It's friendly and loud and with the unrestrained, carefree dancing on bars, it gives Brittany the same kind of feelings that Glee Club gives her.

For the first time, Brittany tries to imagine what living in New York would be like, instead of just visiting. She knows she shouldn't get her hopes up- Santana hasn't asked her (if she does, when she does- yet) but she's on her third G&T and feeling a good, happy buzz, so she allows her thoughts to be happy, too.

Santana's already performed numerous times, delighting the crowd with her dancing and singing and charm, and Brittany's delighted and charmed when Santana dedicates a performance to her (to the best thing that's ever been mine) and the sparkle that ignites Santana's eyes and the smile that lights up Santana's face as she performs is so bright it makes Brittany think of a supernova, or a white hot explosion, or an orgasm, maybe-

Brittany swallows and takes another sip of her drink.

When Santana's shift ends late that night (but not too late- Santana's boss had let her off a little early on account of Brittany being there) they take the subway back to Brooklyn, but Santana gets them off at an earlier stop. Brittany is no professional at navigating the subways (she tries to imagine what it would be like, making the subway more permanent) but she does know which stop is theirs, and she shoots Santana a questioning look.

Santana just beams at her, sliding her fingers into the spaces between Brittany's fingers and locking their hands together, tugging her close. Brittany can tell by the look on Santana's face that she's just as buzzed as Brittany is, but as they climb the dirty stairs up to the street, Brittany just lets her happy feelings soak into her. It's a nice night- just a little bit chilly, but the alcohol in her system and Santana's body pressed close to her side are both keeping her comfortable, and she giggles as Santana pulls her along.

Where are we going? Brittany laughs, letting Santana drag her as they walk through a far nicer section of Brooklyn than Brittany ever imagined.

Come onnnn, B, Santana whines, walking backwards and reaching for Brittany's other hand.

Brittany smiles teasingly and gives her other hand to Santana, but then stops suddenly and pulls Santana close, mashing their lips together.

Santana giggles against her mouth and wraps arms around Brittany's neck, rolling up onto her tiptoes to push her body even closer, and Brittany tries not to let her heart fly away as she wonders if this is really her life, and imagines it being her life forever (if, when, yet).

When their lips part, Santana releases a slow, shaky breath, her eyes half-open and a lazy, satisfied smile on her face. She strokes fingers through the hair at the back of Brittany's neck. We're almost there.

Okay, Brittany relents, releasing her tight hold on Santana's waist, and then they're walking again, but Santana's turning to grin brightly at her every few steps, and Brittany's pretty sure her heart did actually fly away.

Or, no, it didn't, because now her heart is pounding, and her breath is gone, and she's utterly, utterly speechless.

Brittany's steps slow to a stop and she struggles to do something, anything, other than breathing. Her thoughts have left her (this can't be her life because it's too perfect, and Santana is too perfect, and any minute she's going to wake up and have to go to school and see Sam instead of the beautiful girl that's watching her and hasn't spared a single glance to the panoramic, breathtaking view behind her) and she can't even imagine something like this being permanent, because she hasn't even decided if it's real or not.

Santana leads her to stand on a bench so that she can see the view without the iron fence obstructing it, and somewhere in the back of her mind Brittany realizes that they are completely alone because of the late hour, but even if they weren't, all she can see is Santana and the city, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

Santana wraps tender arms around her from behind and they stand comfortably in silence, no words needed, their breaths syncing from their proximity (when Brittany finally dares to breathe again.)

After long, content moments, they wordlessly turn to start making the walk home (because catching another train at that hour would take just as long as the walk) their hands clasped securely between them, and Brittany contemplates what Santana meant in bringing her to the promenade. (Was that Santana's way of asking? Is Brittany reading too much into things? Does Santana even want her to move to New York?)

(if, when, yet)

Brittany wants Santana so, so much, but-

I love you, Brittany, Santana says quietly, breaking the silence that had fallen between them. Santana looks at her, and their eyes meet, and Santana looks at her. You know that, right?

Brittany nods, biting her lip.

Santana's thumb circles the back of Brittany's hand, nervously, and she nods. Okay, she says, her eyes searching Brittany's. Santana faces forward again, still nodding absently. Okay.


When Brittany's in Boston late the next day, alone in her hotel room and preparing herself to visit the MIT campus the following morning, she wonders if she could feel permanent in Boston- and then knows the answer.

She's only permanent where Santana is; and Santana isn't involved in planning Brittany's future, she is Brittany's future. Brittany's seen the end of their story, the happily ever after, and there is no future, no permanent, without Santana.

(if, when, yet)


There will probably be one more chapter, if I'm not dead from feelings from the season finale… Which, at this rate, I will be updating the final chapter from the grave. 8')~

I hope you all watch the season finale and bask in the Brittana love. I'll be right there with you, breaking my 13-episode abstinence, and weeping with bittersweet joy.

Review if you feel like commenting on this fluffy piece of cloud, but if not, well, that's okay. It's not for everyone.

See you guys next time! :)