Reality Swap
Chapter 14
Okay so this is unbeta'd so excuse the mistakes! Enjoy :)
Santana feels herself wake up the next morning, but doesn't dare open her eyes. She had a slight pounding in her head, and all she wanted to do was go back to sleep, and possibly never wake up again, as morbid as that sounded. It had started coming to this over the past week. She'd open her eyes and be in Naya's room, and the disappointment would set in deeper and deeper each time. The last time she opened them, she'd thought that she had gone crazy, and was in some sort of Limbo with her alter ego.
She feels movement next to her, and relaxes her features not wanting the girl to know that she had awoken yet. If it was Heather, she really didn't feel like speaking to her right now. She was getting past her breaking point, and as much as she had grown to love Heather, she needed Brittany.
The moving next to her stops and she hears the girls breathing even back out, signaling that she had fallen back asleep. Carefully, Santana opens one eye, taking in her surroundings.
With a gasp, she opens both eyes, and sits up straight. She was in her own room this time; she was home. With wide eyes, she looks over at the blonde sleeping next to her, and takes in the girl's features. It was Brittany; her Brittany.
Santana lets out a shriek, and throws herself on top of the blonde, startling the girl awake, making her shriek from underneath Santana. "I missed you. Oh god, I missed you so much." Santana breaths out, burying her face deep into the crook of Brittany's neck, taking in her wonderful scent.
Brittany feels a wetness on her neck, and wraps her arms tightly around Santana as tears begin prickling her own eyes. "I missed you too." She mumbles, burying her own face in dark locks, holding the girl as close as she possibly could.
After a couple of minutes, Santana pulls back only enough to where she could look Brittany in the eyes, not thinking for a second, to loosen her grip in fear that she'd disappear once again. The brunette looks deep into those blue eyes she'd missed so much, and let's a watery smile take over her features. "I love you so much." She says softly, brushing a piece of blonde hair behind Brittany's ear. Santana can't help but roll her eyes at herself, and let out a small laugh at her emotional state.
"I love you too." Brittany returns with a giant grin. It wasn't often, Santana got this emotional, but she loved it when she did. She always knew Santana loved her, even if she didn't always show it in the most romantic way, but it was nice to see the brunette be vulnerable every now and then.
Santana let's a out heavy sigh, and smiles down at Brittany before leaning down, capturing the blonde's lips with her own. As soon as her lips touch Brittany's she let's out a loud moan at the sensation. It was embarrassing how turned Santana already was just from kissing, but she'd been without Brittany for weeks, and she needed her.
The brunette lets her hands slide down to the hem of Brittany's shirt as she continues kissing the blonde hungrily. Her fingers slide underneath the fabric, and leaves a trail of goose bumps behind on the warm skin as her fingers move up the blonde's toned stomach. "San…" Brittany moans, forcing her lips away from Santana's as she sucks in much needed air. Her back arches against Santana's hands as they begin cupping her breasts, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh under her shirt.
Santana's lips find their way to Brittany's neck, and begin biting and sucking at the milky flesh as she continues her assault on her girlfriend's braless chest. "I need you so bad." Santana husks into Brittany's ear, making a moan slip out of the blonde's lips, and her hips to buck up against the Latina.
The blonde's hands find their way to Santana's shorts, and she slips her fingers into the waist band, pushing them down slightly, groaning when she can't get them down all the way because of their position. Santana pulls away and smiles, before quickly discarding her own shorts, and positioning herself back on the blonde.
Brittany's hands now find their way to Santana's ass, squeezing the flesh and pushing the brunette into her more. Santana let's out a content sigh, and moves her lips back to Brittany's pulling her into another fiery kiss.
Before either girl could make another move a buzzing noise startles the two, causing them to pull apart abruptly. They both glance over at the alarm clock sitting on Santana's nightstand that was now blinking, and let out groans. Santana rolls off of Brittany slightly, and reaches over turning it off, before turning her attention back to the blonde. She smiles, and leans back in claiming Brittany's lips, planning to pick up where they had left off.
Brittany had other plans however, and pulls away, pushing slightly at Santana's chest. "San…" Brittany says, her words getting muffled, by the Latina's lips back on hers. She giggles slightly, and pushes harder at Santana's chest, "Santana, we have to get ready for school." She says with a smile, as Santana moves her kisses down to the blonde's neck.
"Why?" Santana says lowly, as she continues nipping at the blonde's skin. "Let's just skip." She mumbles into Brittany's neck. She hadn't seen Brittany in weeks, and she felt there was nothing wrong with missing a day of school, to make up for lost time.
"We can't." Brittany says seriously. She successfully pushes Santana off of her, and slides out from underneath her, sitting up on the edge of the bed. She turns to look at Santana who had her arms folded over her chest, and a scowl on her face, making Brittany smirk. She'd missed Santana; everything about Santana. "Today is our duet in Glee." The blonde says matter of fact, with a grin on her face.
Santana looks up at the blonde; her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean we? I thought I was paired with Finn?" She asks, clearly lost.
Brittany's eyes move down to the bed, a sense of nervousness overcoming her. When Naya had suggested the idea, Brittany knew Santana wasn't going to be happy about it. Brittany had been so excited, and she'd hoped that Santana would be excited too, but it seemed like she was going to back out. "Naya, switched us, because she said you need to come out." The blonde answers, still staring at the bed spread below her.
Santana's demeanor changes significantly, and she looks at the blonde in complete horror. She knew she had come to terms with who she was, and she had planned on coming out when she got home, but saying it was so much easier than actually being done. She swallows hard, and studies the blonde's face as she contemplates what to say.
"We don't have to if you don't want to Tana." Brittany says; her voice filled with sadness. "I understand." She adds, finally bringing her head up to look Santana in the eyes.
Santana's eyes dart back and forth between Brittany as she internally debates with herself. She knew this was something she had to do, but she just couldn't seem to swallow her fear. Although looking at the defeat on Brittany's face, was making her change her mind pretty quickly.
She thinks back to everything Heather had taught her, about not being afraid. She needed to be who she was, otherwise she'd never be happy. High School was only a few of years out of her entire life, and it shouldn't dictate the way she lives. She would probably never see most of the kids from her high school after she graduated, and she shouldn't let them get to her.
She didn't want to hide who she was anymore; it was starting to get exhausting. And most of all, she wanted to be out with Brittany. She knew that the blonde knew she loved her, but Santana felt the need to show it. Brittany had been amazing, and she deserved this just as much as Santana did if not more. She wanted Brittany to be happy, and she wanted her to be proud of her.
"Well then I guess we should get to school so we can practice." Santana finally says, making the blonde's face slowly light up.
A huge grin takes over Brittany's face, and she launches over the bed, tackling Santana, holding her close to her as she peppered kisses all over her face. "I love you." She says placing a kiss on Santana's face, in between each word making the brunette giggle.
"I love you too." Santana replies through her laughter.
Brittany grins wide, and pushes herself off of Santana, who frowns briefly, missing the contact already. "I'm going to get ready." The blonde says brightly, before skipping into the bathroom.
Santana can't help but chuckle as she watches the bubbly blonde bounce into the bathroom. She'd never seen Brittany so giddy. This would definitely be worth it.
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Brittany walks out of the bathroom freshly showered, her towel wrapped snuggly around her body. She sees Santana walking back into the room in only her underwear and a bra, running a brush through her hair. The blonde assumed Santana had used her mother's shower while Brittany had used hers.
Santana stops abruptly when her eyes meet Brittany. Her dark brown eyes travel up and down the length of the blonde's body, lingering on her muscular legs that still had a few water droplets running down them. She swallows hard as she feels arousal pool between her legs. She'd already had to take a cold shower from this morning's events, to get rid of her arousal, and now it was reappearing.
The brunette pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, as she slowly lets her eyes linger back up the blonde's body, stopping for a few seconds to stare at Brittany's chest, where her towel hung lowly on her body revealing part of her cleavage. Her eyes finally find their way up to piercing blue's, who was smirking at her.
Santana blushes, and looks away shyly. She sees the blonde moving towards her, from the corner of her eye, and looks up to see Brittany directly in front of her; a look of hunger in her own eyes.
"You're so sexy." Brittany husks into Santana's ear, as her hands begin roaming the Latina's half naked body.
The blonde's fingers slip under the fabric of the brunette's bra, and begin massaging over the soft flesh, making Santana moan loudly. "Fuck Britt…" She groans, tossing her head back. She lets out a pleasurable sigh, and picks her head back up, meeting blue eyes, staring back at her with pure lust.
Santana bites her bottom lip, and reaches out pulling Brittany towards her by her hips, causing the blonde to stumble forward slightly. Santana smiles and holds the girl flush against her body, making Brittany gasp.
The brunette's hands slide up Brittany's sides, and over to her chest, gripping at the top of the towel. She undoes the towel from around the blonde's body, and lets it drop to the ground, pooling around Brittany's feet.
Santana pushes Brittany back until she feels the blonde's legs come into contact with the bed. She pushes Brittany back, making her fall onto it with a smile. But her grin soon fades and she pulls her lip back in between her teeth as she takes in all of the blonde's naked body in. She still looked exactly the same; even down to each little freckle on her stomach.
Brittany props herself up on her elbows and watches the Latina study her body intently. She smiles and nudges the the brunette with her foot, snapping the girl out of her trance, making Santana's eyes look back up to meet blue eyes, and smile at her.
She brings her hands behind her back, and unclasps her bra, letting it drop down to the ground; Brittany's eyes following the under garment before trailing her eyes back up the brunette's body. She watches as Santana pushes under panties down, slipping out of them, and kicking them to the side along with her bra.
They both let their eyes shamelessly rake over each other's bodies for a good few minutes, taking all of each other in. "Come here." Brittany whispers, reaching her arms out for the Latina.
Santana swallows, and crawls onto the bed, straddling Brittany, and lying herself flush against the blonde's body, closing her eyes at the wonderful sensation of their bare bodies connecting. Santana slowly lets her eyes flutter back opened, and meets Brittany's eyes staring back at her warmly.
Santana smiles and leans in closing the distance between them. She lets her hands wonder the blonde's body before landing on Brittany's breasts, squeezing them together roughly, as she kiss grows more hungry. "We're going to be late." Brittany mumbles with a smile, against Santana's lips, making the brunette smirk.
Instead of answering, the brunette pulls away, and moves her kisses down Brittany's jaw line, and down to her neck, sucking hard on her sweet spot, making the girl's back arch up into her touch, and let out a loud moan. Lips trail from a pale neck, down to Brittany's chest, letting her mouth take over where her right hand had been assaulting one of the blonde's breast. Long fingers tangle in dark locks, urging her to continue, as Brittany throws her head back in ecstasy.
Santana's hands run up and down Brittany's body, wherever they can reach as she continues sucking and biting at Brittany's hardened nipple, not being able to get enough of the blonde. She had missed the smooth silky skin of her girlfriend, and even though her hands where touching Brittany everywhere, it didn't seem like enough.
She pulls her mouth away from the blonde's breasts, and continues her trail down Brittany's body, nipping at the flesh on her toned stomach as she continued her way down south. She stops at the blonde's belly button, and dips her tongue inside as her hands find Brittany's breasts once again, fully cupping them with her hands. "Santana…" Brittany moans out pleadingly. She needed Santana now, and Santana knew it.
"What do you need baby?" Santana asks, moving back up Brittany's body, her lips only centimeter's away from the blonde's lips.
Brittany leans up, capturing Santana's lips with her own in a passionate kiss, before pulling back, looking deep into Santana's eyes, "You. I want to feel you, Santana." The blonde whispers, keeping eye contact with Santana who feels the throbbing between her own legs intensify at the blonde's statement.
Santana swallows hard, and merely nods her head, before leaning in claiming Brittany's lips once again. Santana's left hand slides down, Brittany's body, and to the back of the blonde's right thigh, grasping it firmly. She pulls up on Brittany's leg, and the blonde gets the message, and brings her leg up and over Santana's shoulder.
Santana pulls away from the kiss and rests her forehead against Brittany's, staring deeply into blue eyes as she places herself over Brittany; both girls breath hitching in their throats at the contact. Santana rocks her hips down against Brittany slowly a few times, both letting out deep moans.
She props herself up on her right elbow, and her left hand grasps the headboard as she picks up the pace, rocking her hips rapidly against Brittany's. The blonde was letting out soft whimpers as her left hand grips at Santana's arm, her right, clawing at Santana's back.
"Mmm fuck Britt…" Santana pants out, picking up her pace. She places a sloppy kiss on Brittany's lips, both too caught up the pure ecstasy they were feeling to concentrate on the kissing. "You feel so fucking good." Santana moans, pulling away from Brittany's lips, burying her head in the blonde's neck.
Brittany simply moans in response, not being able to form any words at the moment. She begins to see white dots, and knows she's close to combusting. "San…" she manages to pant out, as her nails dig into Santana's back.
Santana pulls herself back up, and looks down at Brittany who had her eyes screwed shut in pleasure. The brunette knew she was about to cum, and Santana wanted to cum with her. "Touch me." Santana breaths out, her breath hitting the blonde's lips.
Blue eyes flutter opened, and she looks into Santana's pleading dark brow orbs. She brings a shaky hand up to Santana's chest, and starts squeezing hard at the soft flesh there, pinching at her nipple, making the brunette moan loudly. "Cum for me baby." Brittany breaths out, bringing her other hand to do the same on Santana's other breast. Brittany knew Santana wanted to cum with Brittany, and she was intent on making her do so.
Santana lets out a whimper as she starts moving at an unbelievingly faster pace. She feels the tightness in the pit of her stomach growing even more, and she knew she was about to lose it. And by the way Brittany was desperately massaging and grabbing at her breasts she knew Brittany was losing it too.
With a couple more thrusts both girls come undone, moaning each other's names into the air around them.
Santana collapses against Brittany with a whimper, her hips still slowly moving back and forth against Brittany as they come back down from their high. After a minute her hips come to a halt, and she feels Brittany's leg slide off of her shoulder and wrap around her waist, pulling her even closer into the blonde.
"I love you." Brittany breaths out, placing a kiss to the side of Santana's head.
The brunette places a soft kiss to Brittany's bare shoulder, and snuggles up to her, "I love you too." She replies with a content smile.
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The girls had made it to school that morning, only missing the first too class periods. They had ended up having a round two, and then had come to the agreement that they needed to shower once again, which of course led to a round 3.
Brittany had finally been the one to decide to be responsible, and forced Santana to actually get ready once they had gotten out of the shower. If Santana had it her way, they'd still be at home in the bed, ravishing one another.
Now the girls were walking out of the cafeteria, finishing their lunch with almost half an hour to spare. Santana had suggested going to the choir room for a quickie, but Brittany had hesitantly dismissed the idea. "We need to practice our duet." She tells Santana who bites her lip, but nods in agreement.
They run through the song a couple of times, Brittany showing Santana which parts she was supposed to sing, and which steps she was supposed to follow. It was a slow song, and didn't have much choreography, which was good for Santana, considering she had to learn it in only a couple of hours.
They decide to take a break, and Santana flings herself into one of the chairs, with a tired sigh.
Brittany sits down next to her, and hands the brunette a water bottle, she'd gotten out of the mini fridge in Mr. Shue's office a few minutes earlier. "I'm so excited." She states with a huge grin plastered on her face. "We're going to do awesome." She says confidently with a firm head nod.
Santana takes a long swig of water, and looks down at the bottle as she puts the cap back on. She nods slowly, and offers a small smile, agreeing to the blonde's statement, yet not looking up at her. It was beginning to hit Santana what she was about to do. She was about to come out and tell the Glee club something that she had worked so hard to hide and ignore for years. "I'm going to run to the restroom, you keep practicing." Santana says, standing up from the chair. Brittany simply smiles and nods her head, standing up from her seat to continue working on the number as Santana escapes to the bathroom.
She walks into the restroom, and begins pacing around the room, raising her arms up, resting them on her head. She knew that she needed to do this, but she couldn't keep her damn fears and thoughts out of the way. The thought of being slushied and made fun of every day for the next year, was constantly in the back of her mind, taunting her.
But then she also couldn't get the image of Brittany's face out of her mind. The entire time they were practicing, Brittany had one of the biggest smiles on her face. Santana didn't think she had ever seen the girl smile so brightly, and that was saying a lot of the blonde who was always smiling.
She thinks back to her time in LA with Heather, and all of their talks. She knew the people in L.A were completely open and accepting of Naya, and her sexuality. While she was living in Naya's shoes she never once got anything negative about her sexuality, and although that was comforting; people in Lima were nothing like the ones in L.A.
Santana stops pacing around the room, and moves over to a sink, looking at her reflection in the mirror. She runs her hands over her face, and lets out a heavy sigh.
"Santana?" the brunette hears a voice ask, making her almost jump out of her skin. The brunette looks up and sees Miss Pilsbury looking nervously at the Latina through the reflection of the mirror. "Are you okay?" The awkward woman asks, her big eyes boring into Santana's head.
"Fine." Santana mutters, before turning the water on the faucet on. She starts washing her hands, hoping the ginger woman would just leave her alone, but of course she had no such luck as the woman continued watching her. A scowl forms on the brunette's face, and she grabs a few paper towels, drying her hands off, before turning towards the counselor, glaring hard at her.
Miss Pilsbury swallows hard, but doesn't give up, although she couldn't deny the young student did intimidate her. "Do you want to go and talk in my office Santana?" She asks softly.
The brunette holds glare, but the older woman was backing down, and finally Santana sighs in defeat, her face softening. "Yeah." She says softly, her eyes falling to the ground beneath her. She nods her head, confirming her voice, in case the woman hadn't heard her, because she had spoken that lowly.
The brunette sits down in the chair across from Miss. Pilsbury as she watches the older woman make her way around the desk, and sit down in her chair. "What's been going on Santana?" The woman asks, as she squirts a hit of germ x into her hand. "I am not here to judge you. You can tell me whatever it is, and I promise that it doesn't leave my office." The woman explains to her.
Santana glances around the room, as she chews on her bottom lip, debating whether or not she wanted to confess everything to this woman or not. Although she'd sometimes make fun of the OCD counselor, she did trust her. The woman had always been there for the Glee club, and made her feel like she could talk to her if she needed her. Not that Santana would ever admit that to anyone. "Brittany wants to sing a duet with me." Santana finally admits with a sigh, her eyes darting around, looking at everything except the woman in front of her. "And I'm afraid too." Santana admits, almost so quietly that the woman hadn't heard her, but she did.
The ginger woman's eyebrows scrunch up slightly, and she tilts her head to the side as she always does, when she was confused, or thinking intently. "I don't understand." The woman says, "You've sung with Brittany numerous times before." She points out, clearly confused.
"It's different this time." Santana admits with a sigh. She looks back up, meeting the woman's eyes, who was still staring at her confused. Santana rolls her eyes slightly, and sighs. She didn't want to further explain, but she knew she had to, "Me, and Brittany are…" She starts, only to stop, as she words got caught on her tongue. "We're a couple." She finally admits making the woman's eyes widen in surprise. She'd heard many rumors about the two girls sleeping around with all the guys in the school, and she couldn't deny she was shocked to hear this news. "She wants to sing a love song, and to come out to the Glee club. She's tired of hiding it." Santana further explains, moving her eyes back down to the ground.
Miss Pilsbury's lips form a straight line, and she looks down at the desk, nodding her head as her mind processes all of the information she'd been given. "Okay." She finally says, continuing to nod her head, trying to wrap her mind around everything. "And why don't you want to?" The woman finally asks, moving her eyes back to Santana.
Santana simply shrugs her shoulders, as she fiddles with the end of her cheerio's uniform. "I do want to." She says, confusing the woman. "I'm just afraid." She adds after a brief pause, causing the woman to nod in understanding.
"Okay well, what are you afraid of?" The woman asks, making Santana roll her eyes. She was just about to reach the end of her openess.
"Of everything." Santana just about shouts. "You know how gay people get treated here. Why do you think I've been hiding this for so long?" She asks, making eye contact with red headed woman once again, looking at her pleadingly. She wanted this woman to give her all the answers, and to just fix everything, and make it so much easier than it was.
Miss Pilsbury clasps her hands together, and places them down on the desk, leaning slightly onto her elbows. "Santana, I don't think it's as bad as you think. I think that you thinking too much with your head, and you are psyching yourself out." the woman explains to her matter of fact. "You see how much happier Kurt is now that he has come out?" She asks, and Santana can only nod her head in response.
It was true, Kurt was much less miserable after coming out of the closet a couple of years ago. Even when he was getting bullied, he seemed happier than when he was hiding who he was. He'd always talked about how he could brush the bullies off, because they were just ignorant, or weren't happy with their own life, so they had to make everyone else suffer. She could actually attest to that, considering she herself was a bully, and she knew she did it because she was unhappy, not because she actually had a problem with Kurt being gay, or Rachel having a big nose.
"Santana, I also want you to really think about this thought, and do what makes you happy." She says, making the brunette once again look up at her. "I know you said, Brittany wants to come out, but if you aren't doing this for yourself then you don't need to do it." She explains wisely.
"Thank you, Miss P." Santana says, after a few moments of silence. She looks up at the woman sincerely, and the redhead smiles warmly at her, nodding her head. Santana nods her head once, and stands up from her chair, headed for the door.
Santana walks out of the woman's office, with her head down, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She was so caught up in her thoughts, she didn't even hear Brittany yelling at her from down the hall. The girl catches up to her, and grabs the brunette's arm, finally snapping her from her thoughts, "Hey what happened to you?" Brittany asks, confused. The girl had told her she was going to the bathroom, and had never returned.
"I'm sorry." Santana says, shaking her head, trying to clear the fog, "Miss P came in to the bathroom and wanted to talk to me." Santana explains, shrugging her shoulders. She musters up a smile, and offers her pinkie out to the blonde, hoping she wouldn't ask anymore questions.
Brittany looks at her confused, and Santana could tell she wanted to ask questions, but instead she smiles back, and links her pinkie with Santana's, and the two of them make their way to class.
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"Alright guys." Mr. Shue says, clapping his hands together, as he addresses the group. He smiles brightly at all of them, before looking down at Brittany and Santana, "I believe you guys are up." He says, wiggling his eyebrows at the couple sitting front row, before moving out of the way, presenting the floor to them.
Brittany looks over at Santana and smiles, offering her pinkie out to the Latina, who takes it, and they both stand up, making their way to the middle of the floor.
Santana pulls Brittany back when the blonde goes to give Brad the music, which confuses Brittany. She smiles softly at her girlfriend, before looking at the rest of the club, "I know we're supposed to sing duets, but I kind of have something different I want to do." She explains, confusing not only Brittany, but everyone else in the room.
She looks back to Brittany and smiles softly at her, before unclasping their pinkie's. She walks over and grabs a stool, placing it in the middle of the room. she walks back over to Brittany who was frowning, and Santana knew she was upset, and thought Santana was backing out. She reaches out and grabs Brittany's hand, pulling her over to the stool, and motioning for her to sit.
She walks over to Brad and hands him a sheet of music, she had folded up and stuck in her bra. He looks it over a minute, before nodding at her, and she smiles, before walking back over to Brittany, as everyone watches with interest.
Santana grabs both of Brittany's hands, lacing their fingers together and smiles softly at the blonde, "This is for you." She tells her girlfriend softly as the music starts up, and immediately Brittany knows it, making a smile form on her face. It was Amy Winehouse's, 'There is No Greater Love'. It was one of Santana's favorites, and she always sang it to her, but privately. Brittany had kind of dubbed it as their song.
There is no greater love
Than what I feel for you
No sweeter song, no heart so true
There is no greater thrill
Than what you bring to me
No sweeter song
Than what you sing, sing to me
You're the sweetest thing
I have ever known
And to think that you are mine alone
There is no greater love
In all the world, it's true
No greater love
Than what I feel for you
Santana let's her hand holding the mic fall down by her side and her left one clings tightly to Brittany's as Brad plays the last few notes of the song. She wipes a few stray tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand, and offers Brittany a watery smile. "I love you Brittany." Santana says, swallowing back a sob.
The blonde feels tears falling from her eyes, and she grins widely at Santana. "I love you too." She replies, standing up from the stool. Santana wipes away the blonde's tears, and pulls Brittany into a tight hug, as she can somewhat hear the faint sound of the Glee club members clapping for them. "That was beautiful." Brittany whispers into Santana's hair, holding her tight.
Santana pulls away from the blonde slightly, and smiles warmly at her, and Brittany immediately returns it. "Thanks." Santana replies shyly. Brittany's grin widens and she leans in kissing Santana's forehead, before hugging her once again.
They are soon enveloped in hugs, and it was only then when the girls remembered they were in the choir room full of the other club members. Santana pulls away from Brittany and the two of them can't help but laugh as their friends swallow them in hugs.
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