I'm not entirely sure what happened once Brittany and I left Quinn's house that night but whatever it was resulted in Quinn and Puck working things out. I don't know what he said or how much he told her about the ache he felt without her but it seemed to work; he finally had his girl. That's not to say that he didn't miss Rachel, he did, but they stayed friends. It seemed Rachel had a wandering eye anyway, I remembered as we drove away the conversation we'd had at my surprise party.

"He's cute," she said to me after a few glasses of wine. I realised she was talking about Finn and I began to laugh, "Who's he?"

"That's Finn. He's taken though, married actually."

"Married?"

"Yeah he got married last summer to his high school sweetheart, Lara. She's really nice, wasn't that close to her myself though. She was in glee, good singer." I nodded and looked to Rachel who seemed confused.

"How do they afford to be married at such a young age?"

"Finn owns a Mechanics," her eyes widened and she began to understand, "Well he owns it now, it was his stepfathers. Kurt's Dad. But Finn took over everything when he graduated, and that's how he's supporting himself and Lara."

"Oh," she smiled and walked away to sit with Puck.

As I drove I could sense Brittany was beginning to feel more and more anxious, she'd figured out ages ago that we weren't going home but still she hadn't asked where we were going. It made me laugh a little that she actually seemed too scared to ask.

"Honey?" came from her finally, her hand wrapping over mine which was laying lazily on her seat, "What are you doing?"

"I'm taking you somewhere."

"Well I got that much, but where..."

"You'll see." I continued to drive into the darkness no longer thinking about where I was going. I'd driven there so much that my body went into crazy auto-pilot; I didn't have to think about where I was going.

Finally I made it and pulled the car to park on the side of the road, encouraging Brittany to get out of the car.

"Are you serious?" she began to laugh and took my hand as I walked around to the entrance. "I haven't seen this place in years." The ran down theatre stood in the same place it had all my life, it hadn't ever changed. I always wondered why they never tore it down or why someone hadn't bought the land, it was big and could be used for anything. And yet there it stood. Same as it always was.

"I used to come here all the time when I was younger."

"You did?" she looked to me and began to laugh. "I can't remember there being any productions held here." her eyes narrowed at me as she continued laughing.

"Well not like that, since it's been out of use for years but me and Dan used to play here a lot when we first came to America. It was like our secret little place where there were no scary white people." she nodded and wrapped her arms around my waist, hugging me from behind while I looked at the place, "We'd dance around in circles on the stage, play hide and seek or cops and robbers until someone came in and caught us. We got away with it every time though, we were two little Latino children who could hardly speak any English. The cops actually seemed to like us."

"You're so cute." she whispered into my neck, causing the goose-pimples to appear all over my dangerously exposed flesh.

"Let's go in." I took her hand again and led her into the building the only way I knew how, around the back by moving a large piece of wood and exposing a large hole you could crawl through. When we were younger, getting into the building was all part of the fun.

That much hadn't changed over the years.

Britt went in first and helped me through. Once half of my body was in the building she captured my mouth in a kiss, pulling my collar closer to her as I tried my best to manoeuvre myself into the old theatre. When the whole of my body was finally in the room, I rolled her over and straddled her hips, trying my best to keep her down while I sucked at the sensitive point on her neck, feeling her head thrash below me. Suddenly there was a quick movement from Brittany as she got me on my back, gasping for air from the want.

The next thing I remember is feeling her naked body in my arms as I looked to the faded decorated roof before turning to face her smiling up at me.

"Who knew that I'd have sex in the place I used to play when I was five?" I laughed, moving a piece of hair from her face and kissing her eyelids lightly.

After a while of lying together in silence, Brittany stood up and held out her hand. Still completely naked, I joined her taking her hand and walking with her.

"What are we doing?" I asked as she walked around the place where there would have been chairs around thirty years ago.

"We're going to explore." she answered simply, shrugging her shoulders as if it were obvious. "Now come on or I'll have to carry you around."

I did as I was told, at first admiring her perk behind as she tore back one of the tattered curtains and walked through the what had been the backstage area. As I followed her she grabbed my shoulders and pulled me in for another kiss as she continued walking around the place. We were barefoot and there was undoubtedly things on the floor we could tear apart our feet on but we didn't care. All we had was a deserted theatre and each other in our truest forms.

After a while we retired back to the stage where Brittany started doing what she did best.

She began to dance. She twisted and jumped around the stage keeping her eyes glued to me everywhere she turned. She didn't talk, touch, or even get that close to me but she was showing me something in that dance. In the way she moved. It was all for me. It reminded me of the first time I met her, dancing on that stage in Vilo, of The Little Mermaid, of the countless times she'd danced around my apartment when doing mediocre things.

Flashbacks came to me, one after the other as I watched her make shapes with her body alone on the stage.

Of the first time I met her.

"Yeah, maybe I've seen you around."
"I think I would have remembered...yes, I'm sure I would have remembered."
"I would have remembered you too, Santana."

Of the morning after waking in her bed.

"Do you make a habit of staring at people who you just met...while they're still in bed?"
"Don't be silly, I only do that if they're in my bed.

Of the first night she stayed at my apartment.

"I think I'm falling for you. Is that weird?"
"Maybe. But I think I'm falling for you too."
"So we're weird, who cares?"

Of the first performance I saw her in.

Suddenly, I felt someone dig their fingers into my hips. I turned around, fully aware of who it was and was attacked instantly with a kiss. When people around us realised who she was, that she was the lead, they began to cheer and applaud her acting. Or perhaps they were applauding the kiss. I wasn't really all that sure. Apparently neither was she so just carried on kissing me anyway.

When she was finally done she walked over to me, sat in my lap and kissed me lightly. Keeping my face in her hands she smiled into the kiss, opened her eyes to catch me looking at her. We both laughed slightly before closeing our eyes once again.

It was perfect, she was perfect, everything was perfect.

After a while we dressed and walked back to the car hand in hand, in silence, images from the night running through our heads.