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Chapter 14

The morning after Brittany had told Santana they shouldn't be together, things were weird. Not weird as in they were ignoring each other or every conversation they had was short and awkward, but weird as in nothing had changed. Brittany had woken up that morning ready to be ignored or have Santana's death stare follow her around until she left for work, she nearly dropped dead when she saw Santana sitting eating her breakfast with a huge smile on her face with a cup of coffee out for Brittany and her own breakfast. She'd had to mentally pinch herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming or she wasn't actually dead. Santana was talking to her like nothing from the night before had actually happened, Brittany couldn't understand it but she didn't want to say anything in case she messed everything up.

A couple of weeks had passed since then and everything with her and Brittany were going fine. Santana had been to see her doctor a couple of time since but nothing seemed to be changing; she still wasn't any closer to finding a new heart and the pills she had been taken to keep her alive had slowly started to be less effective. The doctor said that she could stay on them for a couple more weeks before he would have to up her dosage or find her some new ones and to stay on the safe side she should keep off of anything remotely unhealthy.

Santana had felt so much batter after finally writing her bucket list, she had stayed up the rest of that night finishing it off whilst crying her eyes out. She was surprised at all the things she wanted to do, things she hadn't realised she had even thought about before. Some things were small and silly but others actually meant something to her that she desperately wanted to do before she died. She hadn't let Brittany see it yet though. She didn't know why she hadn't shown her it, it wasn't such a big deal but maybe it was because it was such a private and important part of her life she was scared in case Brittany thought it was silly.

She sat quietly on the edge of her bed and read over the list for what could have been the tenth time that morning. It had become somewhat of a ritual for the Latina to read it before she got up for her day. "Santana?" The brunette lifted her head at her name being called from the living room. "Hurry up and help us put the lights up." Brittany shouted again. Santana sighed and placed the list down on her bed before standing up to go and help them with the Christmas tree.

She smiled ridiculously wide when she was met with a scene she could only describe as pour Christmas amazingness. "What the hall have you done to our apartment?" she teased as she walked over to help Quinn put the decorations on the tree while Brittany and Rachel struggled to untangle the mess of multi-coloured lights.

"It looks amazing doesn't it, San!" Brittany all but squealed and began to giggle like a child. She jumped up and down, clapping her hands as Rachel wrapped the final meter of lights around the seven foot tree that towered over all four girls. The room was suddenly lit up into a glowing array of light that caused warmth to flood through her body and a large grin to form on her face again.

"Wow…" Santana whispered as everyone stood in awe at the amazing scene in front of them, they all stood with their mouths agape.

"Hey, San? How do we get the star on top?" Brittany asked quizzically, her head was cocked to the side like a puppy and her lips were pouted as she looked up at the top of the tree. It was much too tall for any of them to reach by themselves. She smiled at the sudden thought of Brittany launching herself off the sofa and landing on the tree like Buddy the Elf does in that film, 'Elf.'

"Crouch down." Santana said simply. Brittany looked at her confused but didn't ask any questions. She slowly crouched down into a squatting position with the star in her hands. Santana slowly walked over to the blonde and cocked a leg over the girl's shoulders with a coy grin. She could hear Rachel and Quinn giggling behind them and winked back at them.

"What the hell?" Brittany gasps as she feels Santana straddle her shoulders.

"I'm getting on your shoulders so you can lift me up to put the star on." Santana states like it's the most obvious thing ever. She shuffled around slightly to get herself into a safer position and steadied her body.

Brittany's face was blushing a furious red colour as she realised that her head was situated in between the Latina's legs. "Oh god." She mumbled under her breath.

"What was that?" Santana asked sending another wink towards the couple sitting on the couch who could tell exactly what the Latina was doing.

"Err, nothing. Just hold on okay? I don't want to drop you." Brittany passed Santana the star and wrapped her hands around perfect tanned calves. Santana's stomach jumped as she was lifted into the air. The feeling vaguely reminded her of the feelings Brittany gave her every time they touched or made eye contact. She carefully leaned forward and placed the star on top of the tree; she smiled proudly at how good it looked. "I think this is the best tree I have ever seen, Britt." She tickled the skin behind Brittany's ear then ran her finger along the shell of her ear. She smiled mischievously as she felt the blonde shiver beneath her. She tangled her fingers in the long blonde hair - knowing exactly what it would do to the blonde – and tugged on it softly. Brittany's grip tightened around Santana's legs as she slowly lowered her to the ground but before climbing off she pressed herself into her blonde's neck with a grin causing Brittany to sigh quietly. She swung her leg back around so Brittany could stand back up with a dark blush on her cheeks.

"Where's the tinsel?" Brittany asked as she rubbed the back of her neck trying to avoid eye contact with Santana.

"It's in my room; I'll go and get it." Santana began to walk towards her bedroom door but was stopped as Brittany rushed past her.

"I'll get it. You should go get yourself some breakfast." she shouted over her shoulder. Brittany cracked Santana's door open and peeked her head in like she was checking to make sure the coast was clear. When she made sure the room was in fact empty, she walked in and crouched down by the Latina's bed and pulled out a big cardboard box that was labelled 'Christmas shit'. She rolled her eyes at Santana's use of words and smiled softly. Just as she was about to leave, something caught her eye. She slowly turned on her heals and sat down on the bed next to the single sheet of paper. Her eyes widened when she realised what she was holding in her hands. The words of the page were slightly smudged in places, maybe Santana had been crying while writing it and accidently smudged it.

My bucket list:

- Climb a tree

- Learn how to skim a stone

- Spend Christmas with my best friends

- Spend New Year's Even in New York

- Have a snow ball fight in Central Park

- Overcome my fears of flying on planes

- Read a book

- Go to the beach

- Bake a cake for Britt's birthday

Brittany couldn't contain her smile as she carried on reading, but she couldn't believe that Santana wanted to do that for her before she died. She looked around the room to make sure no one could see what she was doing – she knew she shouldn't be reading this, if Santana had wanted her to see it she would have shown her but she hadn't - and began to read on.

- Wish on a shooting star

- Go skinny dipping

- Kiss in the rain

- Have a picnic under the stars

- Fall in love

- Get married

Brittany hadn't realised she had started crying until the drops of water landed on the piece of paper in her hands. She sniffed loudly and roughly wiped at the tears that were falling. Next to 'fall in love' there was a small tick. Brittany's heart welled at the sight, was this about her? Had the Latina actually fallen in love with her? She mentally kicked herself in the face when she remembered when she had told the Latina they couldn't be together, yes Santana had been saying that to the blonde for two months prior but when Brittany had said it to Santana she could see her heart breaking. Brittany shook her head at the memory and wiped away her tears.

"Hurry up, Britt-Britt." Santana called startling the blonde out of her thoughts.

"C-Coming!" her voice cracked and she coughed a few times to get herself back to normal before standing up with the box and walking back out into the living room.

"Are you okay, Brittany? Your eyes are all red." Rachel asked as she pulled the box from the blonde and cocked an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Santana's room's just really dusty." She smiled weakly knowing her excuse was pretty pathetic. However, Rachel nodded anyway and began to put the tinsel on the tree. She collapsed down on the sofa next to Santana who was eating a bowl of 'Special K'. Brittany smiled, the Latina hadn't eaten anything unhealthy – not including the full English her father had made her that day, that was a one off - since she was told about her heart and the blonde couldn't be more proud of her.

"Britt! Guess what?" Quinn jumped into her lap and pulled her into a suffocating hug. Brittany mumbled a 'what' into Quinn's chest. "Santana asked if Rachel and I would like to spend Christmas her, since Kurt and Blaine are going back to Lima. I hope that's okay?"

Brittany beamed a smile towards the blonde and quickly nodded. "That's great!" Quinn stood up and skipped off to help Rachel. "You can cross that off your list as well." Brittany whispered to herself.

Santana's head darted round, her eyes were wide and her mouth was gaping with her chewed up food on show. 'Shit, I didn't mean to say that.' Brittany scolded herself and gave Santana a nervous look.

"I… I-" Brittany stuttered out as she tried to find her words.

"You read my list?" Santana finally asked after swallowing the contents of her mouth. A light blush began to climb its way up her neck.

"I'm sorry; it was on your bed. I didn't… I… I'm sorry." Brittany wanted to punch herself, she felt like she had just portrayed her best friend.

"No…" Santana shook her head and held her hand up to silence Brittany. "It's okay, well no it's not but I was going to show you it sooner or later. I'm not mad." Brittany sighed out in relief and threw her head back against the pillow she had been leaning on. "Do you think it's stupid?" Brittany looked back down at Santana confused. "My list, do you think it's stupid?" she clarified for the blonde.

Brittany rapidly shook her head with wide eyes. "No, it's not stupid." She whispered and pulled the Latina in for a hug. "It's not stupid at all." She kissed the top of her head sweetly and kept her wrapped up in her arms.

Santana's bedroom door clattered open and a blur of bodies lunged onto her bed. "Santana! Get up. It's Christmas!" They all said in unison. The Latina groaned in response, threw her pillow over her head and buried herself under her covers. It was way too early for her liking.

"Go away." She grumbled and kicked out her legs but they wouldn't budge, there was too much weight on top of her. Suddenly, she felt a soft tickling sensation on her foot and no matter how much she tried to wriggle it away the feeling wouldn't stop. "The fuck?" she craned her neck to see what it was only to be met Brittany blowing on her toes. "Britt! Stop it, it tickles." She giggled and curled herself up into a ball.

"Come on, S! I want to open these presents!" Quinn shouted and began to jump up and down on the bed like a three year old.

"What time is it?" Santana sat up lazily and stretched out her limbs.

"Half past four." Rachel groaned. Apparently even Rachel Berry hated getting up this early. "I tried to keep them in bed but they wouldn't stay quiet sorry, Santana." She gave the Latina a sympathetic smile.

Quinn and Rachel had spent the night on the sofa. Brittany and Santana had offered to share a bed so the couple could have a room but they said they would be fine on the sofa. It was probably for the best; Santana wouldn't have been able to keep her hands of Brittany.

"It's okay, Berry. All of you close your eyes while I get dressed or do you want to see my very sexy lady parts?" she teased with a wink. As if rehearsed, everyone's eyes snapped shut at the same time giving the Latina the chance to climb out of bed and pull on some sweats and a tank top excruciatingly slowly for both blondes who had begun to bounce up and down and impatiently. "Come on children, let's go open some presents." She mocked with a childish voice. Both blonde's hurled themselves off of the bed and out of the door while Rachel and Santana trailed sleepily along behind them.

By the time they got to the living room half of the presents had already been opened, paper was thrown all over the room and the blondes were bouncing around excitedly. "Rachel! Open this one!" Quinn screamed as she raced over with a box. "It's from me." she blushed and handed it over with a kiss.

"Close your eyes Britt! You don't want to see what's in that box…" she giggled as Quinn shoved her playfully. "We don't want to know what they get up to in the bedroom." She screamed as Quinn began to chase her around the room.

"Baby!" Rachel screamed as she pulled the box closer to her chest with a huge smile on her face. "I love it thank you." In the box was a shiny silver frame with a picture of the couple on their first week in New York. They were on a boat in front of the statue of Liberty kissing with their arms wrapped tightly around each other. Even Santana had to admit that it was kind of cute.

"My turn." Rachel announced as she handed Quinn a small box. Quinn was hesitant to open it at first, surprised that her girlfriend had bought her jewellery. In the box was a small silver heart charm with a diamond attached to a chain. Quinn's eyes widened.

"I love you so much." She smiled sweetly and pulled the brunette in for a deep kiss. "Thank you."

Santana and Brittany exchanged awkward glances, both of them blushing slightly. "Enough of that soppy lovey dovey shit." Santana teased. She stood up and walked over to the tree pulling out a present for Brittany. She smiled down at the Latina and pulled her into a hug. "You haven't even opened it yet." She giggled into the blonde's shoulder.

"Oh yeah…" she blushed and pulled away. She carefully tore away the paper, her eyes immediately lighting up. Santana had bought her a sweater, hat, gloves and a matching scarf. All of them were grey with small yellow ducks stitched into the fabric. "Santana!" she grinned widely and threw her arms around her neck then wrapped her legs around her waist. Santana could only hold the blonde up a few seconds before her legs gave way and they collapsed down onto the sofa in a fit of giggles. Brittany only tightened her grip on Santana and began to whisper her thanks in Santana's ear. "You have to open mine now."

Santana pulled away letting Brittany reach over and hand her a large book sized present. "Brittany." She smiled sweetly at the blonde. Her heart stopped when she saw what was in her hands. It was a leather covered book with dark red letters on the front that said 'Santana' around the edges was a silver pattern that wound its way around in swirls and loops. The Latina looked up at the blonde curiously before opening the first page. The first picture was of the two in Santana's car driving to New York. Both of them had huge smiles on their faces, Santana wore her Aviators and Brittany had a bright yellow beany on, their hair was blowing around all over the place. Beneath that was one of them in their apartment on their first day followed by one of Santana in the bar serving a customer a beer. She didn't know who had taken the photo but whoever it was had gone unnoticed by the Latina. "I love it, Britt. Thank you." Just as she was about to reach out and hug her Brittany stepped back.

"Look at the next page."

She did as she was told and gasped at the image. It was Santana in the bar singing on stage with Blaine, her right eye was closed like she was winking at someone towards the back of the bar. It hit her when she realised it was Brittany she was winking at. She couldn't hold back the blush that was burning up her face and a large toothy grin formed uncontrollably.

"Your mother sent me the picture last week. She said she wanted you to have it." Brittany looked almost shy as she explained how she got the photo.

"Brittany, thank you so much. I love… I love it." Santana stopped herself in time before she made an idiot of herself in front of everyone.

If Brittany had noticed her slip up, she didn't show it. "I thought we could fill it with pictures for the rest of the year…" Before she could answer Santana had enveloped her in her arms and was squeezing her so tight that Brittany could barely breathe. "I'm glad you like it." she giggled.

They all sat flat out on the sofa wrapped up in each-others bodies after their Christmas dinner. Santana had never felt so full in her entire life and Quinn and her kept burping loudly causing the other two girls to slap them playfully. Brittany flicked through the movie channels on the TV hoping to find something good to watch, when she passed 'Love actually', Rachel screamed for her to put it on but Santana argued back that she wouldn't depress herself by watching a shitty love film while she was single on Christmas.

"That's your fault." Quinn stated flatly for everyone to hear. Brittany's cheek blushed red and Santana slouched back further into the sofa and with her lips pouted.

"Fine, whatever." She grumbled lifting her feet up to rest on the coffee table. However, Brittany slapped her thigh and pointed at her feet; Santana rolled her eyes but mouthed a sorry before swinging her legs around and throwing them over Quinn and Rachel. She ignored their protests and leaned back against Brittany's chest. "Well isn't this just nifty." She said sarcastically lolling her head back in laughter as she got three sets of glaring eyes directed her way.

Half an hour into the film and all four girls were fast asleep, Quinn and Santana were snoring softly, Santana twitching every now and then followed by a mumble of incoherent words. Brittany had her arms wrapped tightly around Santana's waist with her face buried into her hair. Santana had curled up into a ball in Brittany's lap leaving Quinn and Rachel's legs completely free.

Suddenly, there was a loud knocking at the door and caused Santana to fly off Brittany's lap in shock and slam her back against the coffee table. "Fucking hell!" she swore loudly as she tried to pull herself up but failed when a pain shot through her lower back.

Brittany rushed to her side and carefully helped her up to sit back on the sofa; Quinn and Rachel were still fast asleep with their legs tangled together in a mess of limbs. The knocking came again slightly louder this time and Brittany rushed over to answer it.

"Um, Hello?" she asked when she saw a man not much older than her standing in the door way.

"Hi, I'm Ryan." He held out his hand for the blonde to take and she shook it with a smile. "I live in the apartment down the hall with my boyfriend and I just wanted to ask you if you and your friends would like to come to our roof party on New Year's Eve? I know we don't know each-other but we have invited everyone in the building and it would be a good way to get to know everyone."

Brittany's eyes lit up at the mention of a party and her head began to nod furiously. "Yes. That sounds great! Thank you."

"Great. Just turn up any time after nine. There will of course be alcohol." He smiled sweetly with a wink and then said his good byes before heading off down the hall to the next apartment.

"Is everyone up for a party?" Brittany smiled widely and pumped her fist in the air while she started to pop and lock her body to the none existent music.

They had all decided it would be easier if they all get ready at Brittany and Santana's places so they would all be on time and hopefully wouldn't get separated, Kurt and Blaine had decided to stay in Lima for a little longer with their families.

Quinn was racing around the apartment, frantically looking for her left heel; Santana was crawling under her bed rummaging for her curling iron swearing over and over again while Brittany and Rachel sat calmly on the sofa snaking on a bag of chips. They had been ready for at least an hour now and couldn't help but roll their eyes at how ridiculous the other two girls looked.

"Found it!" Quinn screamed in triumph as she held a black heel above her head with a proud smile on her face.

"Well done, baby." Rachel praised sarcastically with a slight eye roll. Brittany giggled and nudged her shoulder. She stood up and headed over to the kitchen to pour them all a shot – Santana only getting diet coke of course – she pulled her royal blue dress down her thighs slightly so it didn't know off too much skin. She poured the drinks into four glasses and carried them back into the living room. She stopped dead in her tracks and almost dropped the drinks when Santana walked out of her room in a skin tight black dress with her hair perfectly curled and flowing over her shoulders and her four inch high heels that gave her a towering advantage over the other girls whose heels were barely two inches. The blonde gulped audibly and couldn't seem to drag her eyes off of the Latina.

"Oh dear god my ovaries!" Rachel giggled as she wiggled her eyes at Santana causing a blush to creep its way up her neck and onto her cheeks.

"Shut it, Berry." Santana snapped in embarrassment. She wasn't one to normally get embarrassed when it came to people complimenting her but the fact that Brittany was clearly staring at her with her mouth wide open was making her heart race in her chest.

"Are we ready to go then?" Quinn asks as she headed over to the door with her fingers laced with Rachel's tugging her along behind her, she downed her shot in one then placed the glass down on the table beside the door.

"Do we have to go to this thing? I mean I was looking forward to experiencing New Year's Eve in Times Square…" Santana mumbles quietly trying to hide the real reason she wasn't looking forward to this party. She hated the fact that everyone was going to be kissing someone else at mid night but her. She knew Brittany would end up hooking up with same lame ass guy that she could do way batter than, but she didn't want to do that with someone. Maybe she would have in high school but she didn't want to be that girl anymore.

"Oh come on, S! It'll be great." Quinn cheered as they made their way higher up the building and towards the roof. Santana could hear the pounding of the music from two floors down but couldn't quite make out the song yet.

"You guys are all going to be drunk out of your minds and I have to stay sober." Santana huffed and crossed her arms.

"I'll stay sober don't worry. And anyway, you're still going to be in New York, so you can still cross it off on your list." Brittany grinned and bumped their hips together. Santana knew the blonde wouldn't stay sober for too long but she didn't mind, as long as the blonde was having fun everything would be okay.

Just as Santana was about to reply, they opened up the door to the roof causing their eyes o pop open in shock. Three flat screen TV's were set up around the roof showing the count down until midnight, tables and chairs were set up around the outside holding hundreds of bottles of alcohol and a sound system blasting out music. There were about fifty people already here up and dancing - most of them were probably drunk by now – and more kept arriving by the minute.

"Wow…" Santana muttered. Maybe she could have fun without getting drunk…

An hour and a half into the night Brittany, Quinn and Rachel were nowhere to be found. Santana stood by the wall looking out onto the almost empty streets of New York as the odd cab drove by or couples stumbled their way between bars. She was bored out of her mind and kept debating whether or not to return to her apartment. She knew this whole thing was a bad idea. She was sick of all the drunken men coming up to her and asking her if she wanted to dance with them. After the sixth guy came by, she gave up on being polite and settled with telling them to fuck off.

She sipped quietly on her diet coke as her eyes drifted over to one of the TV screens. She couldn't quite make out what was going on, everything just looked like a blur of colour but she could hear people talking on shouting. She pulled out her phone to check the time, 11:20. Forty minutes until the New Year and she were spending the build up to that surrounded by people she didn't know and feeling completely alone.

Suddenly, there was a tap on her shoulder; she spun round ready to go all Lima heights on this guy's ass only to be met by who she assumed was Ryan. His hair was slicked back with a thick layer of gel much like Blaine's; he wore a green turtle neck sweater and very tight skinny jeans. Santana had to bite back all the insults that were bursting to fly out, and smiled sweetly at him. "Having fun?" he asked. "I'm Ryan." He stretched his hand out for her to shake and she shook it politely.

"I would be if I could drink." She mused. He cocked his head to the left but didn't question her. "Nice to meet you, Ryan, I'm Santana."

"How about a dance, Santana?" he asked with his hand held out in front of him. Who was she to turn down a dance? At least she didn't have to worry about him trying it on with her. She nodded and let him lead her into the crowd of sweaty bodied. "So, where are you from?"

"A little town in Ohio called Lima." She shouted over the music.

"My boyfriend's from there."

"Oh yeah? What's he called? No doubt that I know him."

He paused a second contemplating whether or not to tell the girl. "David," he settled on and she nodded waiting for him to carry on. "Karofsky…" Santana froze and her eyes went wide. She hadn't heard from him since the whole school found out he tried to kill himself after he had been outed, he had just sort of disappeared and now she knew why he had took off to New York.

"I wasn't expecting that." She smirked and began to dance again.

Ryan scrunched his nose up with a slight smile forming on his lips. "He told me his high school life was a bit fucked up; by the look on your face I assume he was understating it a bit?"

"You could say that." She laughed. It was a wonder she hadn't seen him around the past couple of months or even tonight. "Is he here tonight?"

Ryan nodded his head and pointed over to the DJ in the far corner. Santana's mouth dropped. Karofsky looked almost unrecognisable, his hair was shaved at the side's army style and the longer bits on the top were highlighted blonde, he wore a football jersey but she couldn't see what colour or what team due to the pour lighting and dark baggie jeans.

"Do you mind if I go and see him?" she asked Ryan, but before he could answer she had already taken off towards the decks. She wound her way through the crowds pushing a shoving until she stopped in front of the taller man. "'Sup, Karofsky."

Karofsky's head shot up at the familiar voice, but just as Santana thought she was about to see a look of anger a genuine smile formed on the man's face. "Oh my god, Santana!" he practically squealed as he pulled her into a death grip. She couldn't breathe and began to bang on the man's chest. He pulled away with a shy look and mouthed an apology. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I've apparently been living down the hall from you for the past couple of months." She said unbelievably. It was just as much a shock to him than it was to her. "I'm surprised I've never seen you around."

"I work the night shift being a DJ at this cool bar down town, so I'm sleeping most of the day." He explains with a shrug. Santana felt weird talking to the ex-jock after so long, she knew she should probably hate him after what he had put Kurt through but they had sorted their differences out and forgot about the whole thing, she also still kind of felt sorry for him after he tried to kill himself.

"Wow, that's pretty cool." she takes a sip of her drink and looks down at the decks in front of her.

"You want to pick the next song?" he offered her.

"Hell yeah!" she tapped her chin in thought, "How about, 'Valerie'?" she remembered her performance at sections all those years ago and couldn't help but smile, this song had stuck with her ever since.

"Sound's good." Karofsky smiled down at the Latina knowing exactly what she was thinking about. The song started out and a "Whoop" was screamed from the crowed. Santana looked out to see Brittany dancing rather intimately with a tall dark haired man that could have been in his late twenties for all she knew but the blonde was smiling her way with her thumbs up. Santana's blood began to boil and all she could see was red. Suddenly, there was a set off cool hands on her sides; she knew it wasn't Karofsky – he probably would have crushed her - so she turned to face Quinn with a worried look in her eyes.

"Come on San, let's go and get you another drink." She tugged softly on the Latina's hips.

"Bye, Santana! It was nice seeing you again." she heard Karofsky shout from behind her but she could only wave her hand in the air. Her heart was beating so fast she could actually feel it vibrating off of her rib cage.

"Calm down, San. I can feel your heart beat in your hips. You know what will happen if you don't." Quinn warned with a worried tone but her words were completely slurred. Santana cringed at the strong smell of alcohol on the blonde's breath.

"Jeez, Q. how much have you been drinking?" The blonde smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

"I lost count after this much." Quinn raised her hand and wiggled her fingers at the Latina with a lazy grin. Santana rolled her eyes and began searching for Brittany. "Was that Karofsky back there?" Quinn asked but Santana just shrugged and carried on with her search.

"Is she drunk, Q?" Santana asked as her eyes landed back on Brittany's amazing body.

"Surprisingly no, she's just a bit tipsy." Quinn chuckled at the thought of the taller blonde actually staying this sober at a party. Santana just nodded and kept her eyes glued to the blonde dancing. She gripped the edges of her seat tight to stop herself from running over and punching that guy in the face. But just as she was about to stand up and do so, Brittany walked away from him to the other side of the roof with a drink in her hand staring at a TV.

"Hey, it's a minutes until midnight!" Quinn cheered loudly enough for the people surrounding them to join in with her excitement, everyone came to a stop and Karofsky turned down the music. The TV's were turned up so they could all hear what was going on. Everyone began to pair up and Santana suddenly remembered why she was having a shit night. Quinn had her arms Wrapped tightly around Rachel waist with their foreheads touching, getting ready to kiss their way into the New Year, pour love burned in their eyes.

"What the fuck am I doing?" she whispered to herself. Why was she being so dumb when she knew the woman she loved was a couple of feet away from her alone just like she was? Why had she been so stubborn and pathetic all this time? She knew Brittany was what she wanted. She knew Brittany wanted her. What else mattered when all the good cancelled out the bad?

"10… 9… 8…" the countdown began and Santana jumped up off of her feet, "7… 6…" she raced through the crowed and towards the blonde beauty that had joined in with the counting.

"Fuck this." She thought when the crowd didn't seem to move. "Brittany!" she screamed at the top of her lungs to get the girls attention. Brittany spun round in shock to see the Latina jumping and waving for her to meet her half way. She didn't know what the brunette could be wanted but did as she was told.

"5… 4…" the shouting got louder and louder by the second. When the crowd finally parted slightly for her to get through she launched herself at the blonde, her arms and legs wrapped around her body. Brittany didn't know whether it was the alcohol or the cold air but she was in complete shock.

"3… 2… 1…"

"Happy New Year, Britt-Britt." Santana pressed her lips against Brittany's. Her fingers tangled into the long blonde locks and pulled her lips closer to hers. She felt Brittany moan loudly against her mouth and grip at Santana's thighs to lift her up a bit more so she wouldn't drop the Latina in her euphoric haze.

Everything around them seemed to silence. They couldn't hear the loud screams and cheers from the people around them; they couldn't even hear the fireworks that were erupting in the sky above them. All they could hear was the soft moans coming from each-others mouths. Brittany's heart was pounding roughly in her chest as it tried desperately to break free and morph with the Latina's to form one. "Santana…" Brittany mumbled against the Latina's lips.

"Shh, just kiss me." Santana pulled the blonde impossibly closer and swiped her tongue against her bottom lip begging for entrance. Brittany parted her lips and sucked in Santana's tongue causing the brunette to buck her hips against the blonde's stomach roughly.

"Oh…" Brittany moaned uncontrollably and moved her hands up to cup Santana's butt.

"Take me home Britt-Britt." Santana panted out as Brittany's lips moved down to suck on her neck.

Nothing mattered anymore, nothing outside of Santana and Brittany that is.

Bofore you all panic because of the cliff hanger, i will carry on where they left off in the next chapter! x