Title: A Whole New World (With You) [Epilogue]
Rating: R
Word Count: 7.2k
Notes: I'm so sorry about the wait on this but I had a minor lapse in inspiration. But anyways, thank you so much for sticking with me through this and it's been a pleasure to write! Hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have!
Brittany's sitting at home, trying to ignore her cousins running about the house and the questions her auntie and uncle are firing at her about what she's going to do after graduation, when her phone rings. It's like the heavens is shining down on her because not only does she get an escape, but she gets to talk to none other than Santana; the most amazing girl to have ever walked this earth. Or flown on it. Whatever she does with those powers of hers.
"Sorry," she apologizes, flashing her aunt an apologetic grin and holding out her cell. "I've got to get this."
Her auntie looks her over but ends up nodding curtly and twisting around on her seat to talk to her husband again, and Brittany takes this opportunity to make her way out into the foyer, pressing the green button and lifting the phone to her ear. Except it's also at that exact moment that her cousins decide to run about, screaming and yelling and so she does the only thing she can and walks out the front door, tucking her hand beneath her arm to warm up.
"Hey," she breathes into the cool air when she's finally surrounded in silence.
Santana chuckles down the line and Brittany's heart swoops at the sound. "Hey, gorgeous. How you doing?"
"M'okay," she mumbles back, turning to look back at her house. She can see her parents through the living room window and her cousins switching on various lights upstairs as they run room to room, and lets out a long sigh. It's not like she's not used to family parties because the Pierce's have them like five times a year, but everything's just so much more boring now since Santana's come into her life. Everything just fades to gray and Santana's the only one that can bring back the color.
"No, you're not. What's up, sweetie?"
Brittany's lips tug up at the side at the term of endearment, but for some reason she doesn't say the real reason for her sadness; instead, coming up with something else. "My relatives have been on my back about what I'm doing after graduation," she sighs, starting into a walk and heading for the kids park down the road. "They're just annoying."
Santana hums down the line, and she can tell she's sad by the noise. "I'm sorry, Britt Britt."
"It's fine," Brittany forces out. "Just talking to you has made me feel a little better."
"In my head I'm kissing you right now," Santana tells her and Brittany throws her head back a little as she laughs, pushing open the gate to the park and walking in, stopping by the monkey bars.
"Me too," she pouts, lowering herself to the ground and leaning back against the cold concrete. It makes her smile, but just the thought that she's not actually kissing Santana right now, or that Santana's not by her side puts this weird pressure on her chest and reminds her that she hasn't seen her girlfriend in weeks now. Days without seeing each other is torture, so weeks is like, whatever is worse than torture, but not death. This is confusing.
"How's school?"
"School isn't as fun anymore."
Brittany's eyebrows knit together as her hand sneaks upon her stomach, fingertips drumming against the fabric of her shirt as she stares at the sky. She thought Santana was having a good time at school and now she's kind of concerned. Can mutants bully other mutants? Wouldn't they just like, kick each other ass' with whatever power they had? "Why's that?"
"I'm not the once-nerd who got with the hottie anymore," Santana chuckles and Brittany rolls her eyes, now slightly less concerned.
"I thought it was something serious, San!"
"It is!" Santana argues, her voice slightly distorted by what sounds like wind. "I was the nerd who suddenly turned cool 'cause I got the hottest girl in school to fall for me. I was kick ass back at McKinley with an awesome rep and now I'm just an awesome student teacher!"
Brittany giggles lowly, bringing her hand up to snigger into her hand. "Such a tough life," she says, sarcastically. "It must be hell."
"It is. Trust me."
"I do," she replies, moving up into a seated position as her legs cross beneath her. They stay silent for a few seconds, just listening to each other breathing down the phone and Brittany can't quite figure out what the hell her girlfriend's doing down the other line but she guesses she must be outside or something. After all, the mutant academy is a boarding school (which, by the way was totally set up and funded by Russel Fabray—who would've seen that coming?) and Santana stays there some weekends, hence the lack of meetings between her and her girlfriend. It sucks, but she understands that Santana needs to be with her own kind of people because that's just fair.
"I miss you."
She doesn't even know she's said it until she hears Santana sigh down the line.
"I miss you, too," Santana breathes and something in Brittany's chest tightens. "I can't wait to see you."
It makes her a little happier and she bounces in her spot, jigging around in excitement. The mere thought of seeing her girlfriend gives her the biggest butterflies and she just can't ever imagine being happier than she is now. Santana is—without doubt—the best thing that's ever happened to her; and that includes rescuing a baby duck when she was seven years old.
"When is that?" She asks tentatively. She wants to know but at the same time she's kind of worried she's going to bug Santana. There's nothing she wants less than to be one of those weird, possessive girlfriends and she knows she isn't needy, but she just needs Santana around her because everything's better. It's addictive to be around Santana, if she's honest. Everything about Santana, in fact, is pretty damn addictive; from her laugh to her eyes, and her lips to the way she ducks her head and looks up through her eyelashes whenever Brittany stares at her dreamily.
(Yeah, she totally knows she does that.)
(How could she not when it's Santana?)
"Now, actually."
Confusion strikes her instantly and she sits up bolt right, head snapping from side to side, eyes scanning the park; but she comes up with nothing. It's just an empty park, and now that she thinks of it, it's kind of really creepy. Especially with that weird clown painted on the side of the slide.
"You're lying," she accuses, affection in her tone as she lets the disappointment sink in. "You're not here."
"Look up, dork," Santana says through a chuckle and Brittany all about breaks her neck as she cracks it back, finding her girlfriend directly above her, hanging from the monkey bars—upside down, mind you—with the largest grin on her face.
And well, Brittany sort of dies, falls in love again, and soars into the air with the happiness she feels buzzing around inside her chest.
Damn, she's missed Brittany.
She knew she had because the majority of her time was spent on those thoughts going on around in her mind, all of which had something to do with golden hair and sapphire eyes, but this is a whole other feeling. Standing—or rather hanging—right in front of Brittany after four weeks of not seeing her makes Santana's chest feel like it's caving in — but in a good way. It's like the puzzle pieces finally click together, like the Brittany shaped hole in her heart has finally been filled and it's like she can breathe easy now.
But God, she still can't really think anything besides how much she's missed this girl. She's missed those eyes, the way they look at her and how Brittany makes her feel warm, safe and comfortable just by being in her presence. It's sort of ridiculous, but Santana's so pathetically and hopelessly in love that now, even just looking at Brittany is making her feel all kinds of giddy.
God only knows what will happen when she kisses her.
"Creeper," Brittany finally says, breaking the silence as she climbs to her feet and turns, around a meter away from Santana. In her opinion, that's way to far away but then again, she is hanging upside down on some children's playground equipment so whatever.
"I was not creeping," she retorts, face twisting into a mock frown.
Brittany shuffles forward barely an inch and thumbs the hem of her shirt. "So you spend your time hanging upside down on monkey bars in children's parks all the time then?" She quirks an eyebrow knowingly and damn, that's actually pretty fucking hot.
Though, she totally does have a good point, and so even though Santana narrows her eyes and tries to think of a way to defend herself, the facts are right there and she ends up grinning, shaking her head and listening to the way Brittany's heart skips a beat in her chest at the sound of it. Fuck. Having enhanced senses makes being in love like, a million times more amazing.
Which is what leads her to a reply that isn't something lame. "I only creep in kids parks when there's a hot blonde waiting for me."
And bam. Just like that she's won. Brittany grins, scrunches her face up and lets out one of the most adorable laughs in the entire history of the universe and Santana melts inside.
"Okay," the blonde whispers, shifting forward until Santana can hear the blood rushing around in her girlfriends veins. "You win."
"I win?" She echoes, her attention peeking. "What's my prize?"
Her voice dips as she questions her girlfriend, the suggestive tone seeping in and it earns the most heavenly giggle from Brittany as she covers her mouth, trying to muffle it as her body turns away, almost shyly. Though as Santana stares, completely enamored by the most wonderful girl in the world stood right in front of her, Brittany's giggles slowly begin dying down and she inches closer, her eyes a sparkling blue as they gaze at her with such affection; and it makes Santana's heart damn near burst from her chest as she thinks that she's the only person that gets that look.
Somehow she was lucky enough to be picked by this angel and she takes in an unsteady breath, wetting her lips as the look on Brittany's face turns cheeky, long, pale fingers toying with the hem of the flimsy shirt wrapped around her torso.
"Well," Brittany draws out, a fake Texan accent tingeing her tone. "I think a kiss'd do you well, don't you darlin'?"
Santana's face splits into a grin as she stares at her girl. She really has no idea how someone can go from the most adorable being on earth to the goofiest, but hey, she's not going to question it. It's like magic tricks; if she learns the way it works, it'll lose it's appeal and she's more than okay with never knowing how Brittany makes her heart swell so big inside her chest it might one day burst straight from it.
Still though, she loves that Brittany's being goofy, that Brittany's playing with her and so she decides to play right back, dropping her expression into a nonchalant one and crossing her arms over her chest, which is actually harder than it looks when she's hanging upside down.
"I guess that's okay," she says with a shrug, pretending to show disinterest by allowing her eyes to wander off behind Brittany.
But the blonde knows she's playing because she steps closer, her face now level with Santana's, barely four inches between them, and she rolls her eyes, her hands coming up to the lapels of Santana's jacket, fingers wrapping around the fabric and tugging a little. "How lovely of you to endure such pain as a prize," she smirks, moving closer.
"It is just... awful," Santana gets out, already anticipating the feeling of Brittany's lips pressed against hers after this long.
Brittany just ducks her head though, sparing one glance into Santana's eyes before whispering, "Shut up," against her mouth and bringing their mouths together.
It's a little weird at first because they've done a lot of things, but kissing upside down isn't one of those but Santana doesn't have time to dwell on those thoughts before Brittany's smiling against her mouth, shifting forward and sliding her fingers up through dark hair. The kiss twists and a delighted moan slips past Santana's lips as Brittany sucks in her bottom one, swiping her tongue slowly across it.
They kiss and kiss, switching from pecks to long, slow ones with hot strokes of the tongue which makes Santana clutch at Brittany's forearms and seriously wish that they weren't in a damn park right now. They declare their love for each other through the kiss, Santana barely pulling back to whisper those three words against pink lips before claiming them once more, pressing harder and urging Brittany closer. It's slow and soft to make up for the lack of physical affection between them in the past weeks. It's hard and slightly frantic, as Brittany flicks her tongue against Santana's, to make up for the lack of intimacy between them and it's long and drawn out to make up for the missed kisses over the past few weeks and shit, Santana can freaking taste the love and unfortunately, the lonely nights and aching hearts in this kiss and wants to grab them, bottle them up and throw them away because she hates that she hasn't been able to be close to Brittany for so long because of life getting in the way.
She hates it, but she knows the only thing she can do now is make up for it by being with her and so she kisses her harder, rolling her tongue against Brittany's until Brittany has to break the kiss, panting hard with wide, dark eyes and swollen, pink lips. Yet Santana's panting too, and that's definitely saying something considering she doesn't actually need to breathe, but she just smiles, letting herself feel this because even as a mutant who has no natural human needs like breathing, Brittany still manages to take Santana's breath away.
Grinning, a little dazed, Brittany kisses her on the nose. "Hey," she greets, noticing the lack of Santana's attention.
Santana pulls herself out of it immediately, her lips curling into a grin. "Hey, beautiful."
And then they just stare at each other for a long moment, slender fingers sliding over Santana's features before she decides hanging upside down is no longer bringing her the closeness she needs and backs away slowly, using her superhuman ability to hover to keep herself steady as she unhooks her legs from the metal poles and twists until she can plant her feet firmly on the ground. Her hand reaches for Brittany's immediately, fingers sliding together and Santana takes a seat, urging Brittany next to her until their sides are pressed together, hands clasped between them, gripping tightly.
(Santana never wants to let go.)
Brittany leans over, pecking Santana's cheek and Santana turns, eyebrows furrowing momentarily to question it but the blonde just gives a shy smile and shrugs back. She doesn't need a reason to want to kiss her and shit, Santana just fell in love with the girl all over again.
"So, how's school?"
It's a tiring subject, but she supposes Brittany doesn't know anything and so she divulges.
"Busy," she sighs, honestly. If it weren't, there's no way in hell she would've gone this long without seeing her girlfriend. "I don't know, it's kind of weird," she continues, shaking her head and letting her eyes drift down to their intertwined hands as Brittany's thumb brushes over the back of hers comfortingly. "I mean, I'm so advanced with my powers that I get to teach all the other mutants who have the ability to have multiple powers, like I do. They only have like, two or three at most, but it's still pretty weird being a teacher and all," she twists her head, her eyes finding Brittany's. "You know? Like, some of these mutants are older than me and I'm teaching them." She shakes her head against, blinking as she looks away. "It's just weird."
Brittany bobs her head, showing understanding and Santana takes this moment to lean over and kiss her on the cheek, giving back the affection she was previously shown. Almost immediately she hears the rush of blood, the skip of Brittany's heart and pulls back to watch Brittany duck her head, the corners of her lips turning up into a soft smile but her eyes straying from dark ones, almost like she's shy; and God, Santana's never wanted to kiss someone so much and so she does just that, pressing her palm against a cold, winter-paled cheek and waiting until Brittany looks at her before kissing her quickly, but gently.
They break, both staying silent and Santana tips their foreheads together, allowing Brittany to catch her breath as her hand skims down the curve of her girlfriend's jaw and the slope of her neck, resting just above the skin covering her heart; the beat of her heart thrumming beneath her palm.
Soon enough, the blonde catches her breath and clears her throat as she leans away, putting a little space between their heads but hands still clutching at each other. "What about Eddie?" She asks, diverting Santana's attention from the lack of her breath. Apparently it works both ways: Santana takes Brittany's breath away, too. "Is he in your class?"
"Yeah. We think he might be able to build his strength enough so he can officially have dual powers," Santana informs her, still smiling from the glazed look in blue eyes.
Taking in a deep breath, Brittany nods and gives a small smile, her eyes now falling back to their hands as she strokes her thumb over the back of Santana's again. It's a comforting gesture, but Santana can't help but notice the slight drop in her girlfriend's aura, and expression for that matter.
"That's awesome, San," Brittany breathes, still smoothing her thumb over tanned skin; but then she slowly looks up through her lashes, and Santana looks back but doesn't catch her eye as she glances away again. "I miss you."
Those three words have more of an impact than she expected because she knew that, but having heard the way it was said—with innate sadness—just makes her heart sink and a pressure form on her chest. She doesn't want Brittany to be sad and she swears she'll do everything possible to make sure it's not like that anymore. Even if she has to fly halfway across the country to see her in the middle of the night and return by dawn; she'll freaking do it. Just to get Brittany to smile.
"Winter break's coming for me soon," she says instead of repeating everything she just thought. Brittany looks up at her, eyebrows furrowing like she isn't sure where she's going with this, so Santana elaborates, "And that means I plan on spending all my time with you," she tells through a slight smile, her heart leaping when Brittany's face brightens up.
"All your time?" She asks, voice a lot higher than it was a minute ago as her body. "Like, nights, too?"
Despite it not being meant to sound sexual, Santana shifts and slightly pinches her thighs together. It's been weeks since she's touched Brittany like that and it's not like she has any experience to go on, but fuck is Brittany amazing in bed. Still though, she can see that Brittany isn't trying to tease her right now; she isn't trying to be suggestive and say how they can spend all night with their naked, sweating bodies intertwined as they race toward their orgasms. She's genuinely saying how she can't wait to do all the cute coupley stuff like fall asleep in each others arms and kiss until the sleep takes over and now Santana's thinking about it, she really fucking wants that too.
So with a goofy, head over heels in love look on her face, she nods. "Yeah, baby; including nights."
Brittany scrunches up her nose in the most adorable way possible, but before Santana can boop her on the nose, there's lips on hers and Brittany's kissing her. It's supposed to be a quick peck, she thinks, but then Santana presses into her and she feels a hand slide around to the back of her neck, pulling her deeper into it.
They pull apart shortly after, Brittany from the lack of breath and Santana from the fear of passing out from kissing this girl, but rest their foreheads together.
"You better not go back on your word," Brittany whispers, the hoarseness of her voice making Santana's spine shudder.
But she just kisses her again, a little slower and shorter this time, drawing out the feelings. "Have I ever?" She retorts and Brittany just grins back at her because no, she hasn't.
And she's going to keep it that way.
A little while later, they're lying on their backs, staring up at the stars visible through the cloudy sky and their hands are playing between them, fingers nudging against each other and stroking over palms and skin. It really is just such a simple touch, but Santana thinks she could just have this forever and be content with it. She just loves the way Brittany makes her feel with a single touch.
"Have you talked to Quinn?"
Santana turns her head, cheek hovering about the concrete of the ground. "Apparently Russel's still doing time," she replies instead of saying yes. "And Jesse isn't coming out any time soon either, so he's gotta hang onto his promise of getting revenge," she recalls, making a joke out of it as she wriggles her eyebrows. "I just can't wait to kick his ass again."
Brittany giggles but rolls onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow and letting her other hand linger on Santana's before she drags it to rest on top of Santana's abdomen where their fingers continue to play with each other. "Don't joke about that," she murmurs. "You got hurt last time."
"Because I didn't know how to own his ass," Santana retorts in a feigned ghetto voice.
"San," Brittany whines through a giggle, picking a tanned hand up and flipping it to trace the pads of her fingers over Santana's palm. "I'm serious. When he gets out he's going to come back for us."
A dark eyebrow arches. "And you think I'm gonna let get within five miles of you, Britt?" She asks, rhetorically and Brittany looks up to meet her eye. "No, I'm not. I won't let anyone hurt you and whether he gets out in twenty years or twenty minutes, I'm ready for him." She pauses, takes a breath. "I'm going to protect us and we're going to be fine."
Still seeming unsure, blue eyes hold her gaze. "How do you know that, though?" The blonde asks, lifting her shoulders and letting her eyes drift off with genuine concern shading them. "How do you know you're going to be prepared? That we're going to be together?" She stops and Santana really looks at her. "How do you know he's not going to catch you off guard?"
Santana mirror Brittany's position, propping herself up until she's looking down at her girlfriend and she releases their hands, bringing hers up to cup a pale cheek as she stares deeply into her eyes. "I know because I love you," she answers like it's the most simple answer in the world. "I love you and it doesn't matter whether we're together or apart, or five thousand miles away or five seconds away from each other, I will protect you."
"It's not me I'm worried about," the blonde sighs, taking the hand away from her cheek and clutching it again. "Jesse isn't a nice guy, San. He was able to do damage without using his powers," she tells her and Santana tilts her head to the side. "And now we've really pissed him off and he's going to get his revenge and could really hurt you."
Santana can only let out a little chuckle. "Then he can bring his best," she says, lifting Brittany's hand and pressing her lips to the back of it. "But he's not going to hurt me, or you, or anyone. Okay?"
Brittany takes in a deep breath, staring into dark eyes. "Okay," she finally relents through a long exhale as she rolls on to her back. "But you have to swear."
She holds up her pinky and Santana mirrors her position once again, shifting a little closer and looping her own pinky through the offered one.
"I promise," she says, squeezing tightly once before dropping their hands to the space between them.
Then her attention turns to the sky, and silence falls between them, and Santana frowns as a new batch of clouds comes across the stars they're both trying to stare at. She knows they both like looking at the stars, it's one of those weird little things they have in common and it brings her back to the start, back when Brittany was dating Jesse and they spent an evening up on Santana's roof, talking and gazing at the stars. And she can't help but think about how far they've come since then.
Back then she would blush when Brittany even looked at her, and even freaked out when she called Jesse an asshole 'cause she thought Brittany would never speak to her again. Back then, she almost ran away when Brittany realized she didn't have her glasses on, and then thought how stupid it was for her to think about kissing Brittany because she never thought Brittany would want to kiss her back.
Yet here they are, and Santana's actually got the girl. She turns her head, cheek almost pressing into the concrete to stare at her girlfriend and damn, she, Santana Lopez, the nerd with the dorky backpack and thick rimmed glasses (and hidden superpowers too) actually got the popular girl. She actually got her and shit, she's literally living the dream. This is what dreams are freaking made of.
So with that thought in mind, she shuffles impossibly close and wiggles her arm beneath Brittany's neck, pulling her on to her arm until the blonde shuffles in, twisting her body and throwing an arm over Santana's waist. A small hum of contentment comes from one of them, she's not sure who, but she just takes in a deep breath and ducks her chin a little, dropping a kiss to the top of Brittany's head to which Brittany replies by tilting her head back and pressing their lips together quickly.
"I love you," is whispered into her lips and she all about dies; she really doesn't know how she got this lucky.
Brittany shifts back, looking back up to the sky and the stars and Santana just watches her in complete awe, though she doesn't get to stare for long because Brittany speaks once more and breaks her from her little daze.
"They're beautiful tonight."
Except Santana's still sort of staring, her eyes locked onto her girlfriend and the words just spill from her mouth without her mind telling them to. "You're beautiful tonight."
Brittany shuffles in her arms to turn and look at her, and Santana doesn't even need to see the blush on her girlfriends face because she hears it coming and instead leans forward, nuzzling their noses together in an Eskimo kiss. Brittany sighs, and Santana sighs too with the overwhelming surge of affection and love that spirals through her body but then her eyes flit to the stars and she frowns as a thick batch of clouds covers a large majority of the stars. If only there were a way to get a closer look...
Bingo.
"Hey, Britt?"
Brittany smiles at her when her eyes flicker back, acknowledging the call of her name. "Yeah?"
"You wanna get a closer look?"
This time it's the blondes turn to frown and she pulls back a little, brows creasing together. "How?
Santana makes it happen so quickly that she's sure Brittany doesn't know what the hell's going on, but one second they're lying together on the cold ground, and the next, Brittany's swept up in Santana's arms bridal style and they're soaring through the air, past the clouds until the sky becomes clear. Long arms wind around Santana's neck, and she clutches her girlfriend closer as she slows to a hover, letting herself relax as the blonde in her arms yelps a little, clearly not wanting to look down.
"Open your eyes," she breathes, leaning close to Brittany's ear.
And she does so; slowly peeling open her blue eyes until they shoot wide open, taking in the stars from here. They're brighter, bigger too, but Santana can't pay much attention to how they look when she has the most beautiful thing in her arms.
"Wow," Brittany whispers breathlessly, slowly getting more comfortable as she loosens the grip on a tanned neck.
Santana just shrugs though, waiting until blue eyes slide back to her to speak. "I've seen better," she hushes and Brittany's eyes immediately sparkle, not going amiss on the meaning behind her words.
Though the shyness sets in immediately, and Brittany pinches her lips up at the side as she whines, "San," before burying her face into Santana's neck. Her hands clutch closer at Santana's shoulders, fingers tightening into the fabric and Santana lets out a throaty chuckle as she holds her girlfriend closer, her eyes scanning over the stars. They really are beautiful from up here.
"I guess there's a bonus to having a mutant as a girlfriend, after all," she says, though of course, as she words leave her lips, her ears tune into the sounds of sirens and a call over a police radio. Her entire body stiffens, arms squeezing slightly more around Brittany and she cranes her neck, her ears perking up as her mind zones out, now completely focusing on this.
Two suspects in a getaway car, running from the police. Robbery from a jewelery store. Down on East 79th Street. They need help.
And since Santana's been revealed to be a mutant and to have multiple powers, and since everyone found out about the 'legendary tale' of how Santana defeated Jesse St. James when it seemed 'all was lost'—yes, there is a book about it now with those quotes in it—she's become the resident superhero that helps out whenever needed, or whenever the police fail at their jobs; which is actually a lot more often than deemed appropriate. It's something she enjoys, most of the time anyway, but it does get annoying when the people need her help at times like these.
She does have a personal life, believe it or not, and she does want to spend time with her girlfriend which is getting more and more sparse every time she helps the people. She likes helping the people, and gaining their appreciation, but she also likes kissing her girlfriend, and being with her. Can't she just have a nice balance? Is that so freaking hard?
"Guess there's some negatives, too."
It comes out as a disappointed sigh and Santana snaps out of her daze immediately, eying her girlfriend curiously.
"You have to go," Brittany states. "Don't you?"
Guilt pours through her and her mouth moves to say something, but nothing comes out. "Britt, I—" she stutters, wetting her lips and dating between looking at her girlfriend and looking away guiltily. "I'm sorry, baby," she finally lands on, the sound of screams and tires screeching now impossibly loud in her ears.
She hates that she just has to leave because some selfish asshole decided to raid a jewelery store for a few thousand dollars. But as always, Brittany's amazing and there's lips on Santana's before she knows it, Brittany kisses her quickly, putting a smile on her face as she breaks it.
"It's fine, babe. A superhero's gotta do what a superhero's gotta do," she says through a smile, and Santana can't seem to find a lie in her words.
Still though, Santana feels guilty and chews on her bottom lip, knowing that despite accepting that Brittany's not going to be pissed or upset by this, she still doesn't want to leave. It's just unfair. "Still, B... it sucks."
Brittany nods, but there's a smile on her face. "It does," she confirms. "But I love you for what you do, so go do it and come sleep at mine afterward," she says, poking Santana on the nose with the tip of her finger.
And she can't think of anything better, so she nods and begins flying back to Brittany's house. It only takes two minutes, and she quickly ducks through Brittany's bedroom window after unlatching it, setting her girlfriend down as she begins to undress. Her clothes come off, and Brittany smiles at her softly, taking the stripped clothes and folding them neatly over her arms until Santana's left in her uniform, chin held high with her dark, glossy locks flowing around her shoulders, blown slightly from the breeze coming in from the window.
It's a routine they do more than often, and even though Santana doesn't enjoy that after it—fly away to danger, not knowing what awaits but knowing full well Brittany worries about her and misses her every second she's gone—she loves that it's always a sweet 'see you later,' never a goodbye.
"Goodbye, Britt," Santana said, throwing a leg over the window, ready to fly off to the call she overheard on the radio.
But Brittany grabbed her arm, stopping her. "Not goodbye. See you later."
Santana frowned in confusion. "They're the same—"
"I don't like goodbyes. Sometimes there's never a hello to follow it," Brittany explained with a shrug and sadness in her eyes and Santana got it straight away.
Because Brittany was scared for her; terrified that she'd never come home after one of these calls and with that thought, Santana climbed back into her girlfriends bedroom, grabbing the blondes hips and she pulled her against her, kissing her hard. They stood there for long moments, trading hot, meaningful kisses and Santana had to pull away first, cupping the back of her girlfriends neck and tilting it down to press a solid kiss to her forehead as Brittany panted hard against the hollow of her neck.
"I'll see you later," she whispered against pale skin. "Just keep an eye on the moon."
She whisked away and flew out the window without another word, and Brittany just stepped up to the window, leaning out of it as she watched her girlfriend fly away.
"I'll be over later," she mutters, stepping forward to press their lips together, slowly and softly. She breaks, foreheads resting against one another and doesn't make further attempts to move, just breathes in a cycle with her girlfriend and marveling in their togetherness, like they always do before Santana has to go out to a call. "I promise."
Brittany takes in a deep breath before exhaling and pulling away. "Okay," she says through another exhale, opening her eyes and meeting dark ones. "Now go be a hero."
She shoots Santana a grin and Santana mirrors it, ducking out of Brittany's window with one final kiss before moving to fly off; yet she hears Brittany's voice, or rather Brittany calling her name, and she stops, turning around in mid-air, her cape blowing with the night breeze as she leans back through the window, hands resting on the window sill to keep herself level.
"Yeah?"
Brittany walks toward her, lowering herself into a crouch to meet her height and her eye. "I love you," she says honestly and Santana grins, unable to stop herself from kissing her again.
"I love you, too," she whispers against her mouth before pulling back and flying away.
It's time to kick some ass.
It's 1am by the time she returns to Brittany's house. Half an hour spent surveying how to approach this without causing ultimate destruction, and then ten minutes actually going through with her plan. Another fifteen minutes handing over the two crooks to the police and then another five, laughing with a cop she always runs into—Matt Rutherford—about what kind of an idiot would steal two thousand dollars worth of jewelery, try to get away in a Viper on a freaking highway, only to wrap it around a cinder block in the center of the road.
Criminals really are idiots.
But anyway, she's back at Brittany's and climbs through the window, eying her sleeping girlfriend in bed as she strips herself from her uniform, grabs the pair of sleep shorts and shirt Brittany always leaves out for her on the side table and steps into them. Then she heads over to the bed and slides in behind her girlfriend, pressing herself against Brittany's back.
"Hey," she whispers, nuzzling down but Brittany turns over, smiling sleepily and kissing her lazily in greeting.
"Hi," the blonde croaks out, snuggling further into Santana and tucking her head beneath her chin, nose nuzzling into her neck. "How'd it go?"
Santana shifts a little, trailing her fingers up Brittany's spine after turning onto her back and letting the blonde drape haphazardly over her. "Fine. Asshole crashed into a cinder block after I took out his wheels and I managed to yank them out the tangled mess of the car as the cops pulled up."
Brittany's nose wrinkles against tanned skin and Santana can just imagine how utterly adorable her girlfriend looks right now.
"Is that why you smell of oil and gas?" The blonde whispers, pulling her head back to look into dark eyes.
"Yeah," Santana nods in confirmation, her fingers now tangling through strands of blonde hair at the back of Brittany's neck. "The car was about to explode and I was near it, dragging the douche bags out."
It's the wrong thing to say because Brittany's face immediately goes from panicked to thoroughly concerned and she's suddenly a lot more awake, the sleep shooting straight from her appearance as she takes in the world 'explosion' and 'near it.'
"Oh my God," the blonde breathes, her eyes watering. Santana reaches around, confusion setting in and she wipes away a stray tear.
"What?"
"Are you okay?" Brittany asks, her voice cracking as she gulps and Santana nods, wanting nothing more than to comfort her girlfriend immediately.
"I'm fine, babe. I manage to stop the explosion before it even happened, so no-one got hurt."
Brittany immediately settles down, her breathing going back to normal and head lying back beneath Santana's chin. "Your weird breath thing?"
Santana chuckles, humming instead of saying yes as Brittany's nose begins skimming up the muscle in her neck, her lips and warm breath brushing over her jaw. "Yeah," she confirms, swallowing audibly. "Who knew I had more powers than I thought?"
"Mmhmm," Brittany muffles the sound against tanned skin as she begins purposely pressing her lips down against Santana's neck, sucking against her pulse point; and suddenly Santana feels the shift in the air. Heat and arousal floods through her and she's suddenly hyper-aware of the hand resting on her abdomen, slowly sliding down and then up, beneath the hem of her shirt to touch warm skin. Short nails scratch lightly at her skin and Santana relaxes, letting herself feel everything as she figures that okay, Brittany's mind is totally elsewhere right now.
She's more than okay with that.
So with that, she quickly flips them, wiggling her body to settle between Brittany's thighs before she presses her hips down, the most delightful and arousing hiss coming through Brittany's lips as Santana smirks down at her. She leans down to kiss her, but pauses right at the last second as their lips ghost over each other to take a long, hard look at the girl beneath her. Hooded, dark blue eyes that are somehow full of love, arousal, lust and affection at the same time stare up at her, and Santana catches her breath as she lets her eyes trail over her girlfriends face, over the way her blonde hair litters across her pillow and over the way it creates an illusion of a halo and shit, Brittany could actually be an angel.
Hands bring her from her thoughts, fingers stroking tenderly over the curve of her jaw and she blinks herself out of it, meeting blue eyes.
"What?" Brittany whispers, the corners of her lips curving up because she definitely knows 'what.'
Still, Santana bites down on her lip, meaning the words she says with every ounce of love within her. "I just love you."
The smile that comes across the blondes face is so beautiful that Santana could probably freaking cry if she wanted to, but then there's lips against her own and Brittany's kissing her, her arms wrapping around her neck as the kiss develops into a long, heated one. Santana shifts to lean on her right side as her left hand quickly slips beneath Brittany's sleep shirt, smoothing up soft skin and tracing over ribs before sliding up further to her breast, her nipple hardening beneath her touch and against her palm.
But just as she moves to press her hips down once more, Brittany pulls away from the kiss, her eyes wide, lips swollen and hair tousled against the pillow as she cradles Santana's head in her hands, keeping her firmly in her place, despite the intense confusion.
"I love you, too, by the way," she quickly interjects.
Santana just grins at the overwhelming sense of happiness that thrums through her as she presses their lips back together, her hand sliding down from Brittany's breast and dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts.
And really, whoever knew that the too-smart Puerto Rican nerd could have the happiest of all endings with the most wonderful girl in the world?
Santana literally lives in a fucking fairytale, and she can't think of anything better than spending the rest of her days with the love of her life, tangled up in bed with her or showing her off to the world.
So she does just that.
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