A/N: So I apologize for the wait. I am deeply ashamed by the amount of time it took me to write this up, but life and college got in the way. I finally found time to type this up last night, it's short, but there's one more chapter to go which I'll make sure it's long enough. I apologize and thanks for the reviews and those who patiently waited.

xoxo

Chapter 20

Chasing Cars

Funny how fast time passes so quickly you barely notice the best months of someone's life flying by faster than they can take in everything that happened. The worse part of this is not being able to answer with the truth, not being able to fully respond to the simple question of: "What did you do this summer?" I hung out with Brittany. The words resound in Santana's head over and over, sinking in as she realizes how much she was going to miss with all this secrecy. She wished she could reply with the complete truth: I hung out with my girlfriend, Brittany. That word, so easily had flowed through her mouth during the past two-and-a-half months, and now, she failed to find the air to say it out loud. Santana wished se could, look at Jacob Ben Israel in the face and say: I had sex with Brittany all summer. Then, just turn around and watch his speechless expression, and the probable inevitable bulge in his pants – but she knows she's not ready for that yet.

She feels the bed shift, her body bouncing slightly from the change of weight and her eyes flicker to the right, exactly at the source of the movement. Santana can see the back of Brittany's golden locks sliding off her pony tail to neatly cascade down her back and shoulders. Brittany's head shakes slightly to let all the strained hairs fall in place. Santana observes the rise and fall of Brittany's shoulder from her breathing, one of her hands placed on the bed while she holds the schedule for Cheerios practice with the other, her nose buried in it, almost as if she were having trouble reading it.

But Santana can't resist though, and wills herself to let go of all unpleasant thoughts clogging her mind. She stretches her hand, her fingers twining in between Brittany's blonde hair. Not a knot, nothing – Santana's fingers slide neatly to the end. Brittany places the list on the nightstand, taking Santana's actions as a sign that she should change her attention to something else.

Brittany was probably more aware of what was going through Santana's head more than Santana herself was. She knew the incessant drabble that was probably clouding Santana's mind right now, and she knew better than to bring it up – if Santana wanted to talk about it, she would bring it up. The new school year would imply a new level of secrecy to their relationship – not that most of Glee Club didn't know already, except for Puckerman and Mike, everyone was aware that they were sharing more than a close friend relationship – however, this wasn't about Glee club, this was about the rest of the school, Santana facing her insecurities and doubts face front. She wasn't ready to take that bullet yet and Brittany respected that, she wanted her girlfriend to be ready before they could take the step towards a public relationship.

Soon, Brittany feels the softness of Santana's grey pillows touching the back of her head, however Santana makes no movement and Brittany tilts her head slightly to the left, her eyes meet Santana's instantly and both of their lips tug up to a small smile.

"Hey you…" Santana says, her fingertips finally reaching out and tracing Brittany's jaw.

We'll do it all, everything, on our own

We don't need anything, or anyone.

If I lay here, if I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

"Hi…" Brittany replies, leaning in to Santana's feather light touch. Her don't leave Santana's thoughtful, yet intense gaze and she scoots closer, letting here fingers touch Santana's exposed hip.

It surprises Brittany though, that the next thing Santana says is blatant and straight to the point. "What's on your mind?"

Brittany can tell that Santana is preoccupied, perhaps more over her wondering to what Brittany was thinking in the first place – she was probably scared that Brittany wouldn't want to pull through this.

"You…"

The response is almost instant, like Brittany didn't have to think about what she was thinking. She never had, not when Santana was the only thing in her mind lately, other things just seemed trivial and unimportant to her. Santana's lips curl and her cheeks redden but her dark skin doesn't allow Brittany to notice her blush.

"Can I ask you something else?" Santana presses, leaning in to Brittany's touch when her fingertips tighten around the flesh of her hip. She takes a deep breath, not from arousal – Brittany's stimulation was anything but lustful – it was comforting, reassuring, almost as if she was showing Santana that she was here to stay.

"Of course". Brittany smiles, leaning in to press her nose against Santana's cheekbone.

"Where do we stand?"

Brittany raises an eyebrow, tilting her head to the side and looking at Santana with a confused expression. "Um, we're lying down San, not standing up…"

Santana chuckles, her eyes closing at the small laugh that escapes her throat at Brittany's attempt of humor. "C'mon B, be serious".

Brittany grins, her white teeth visible in the dark. "What do you mean?" Her tone is now serious, knowing Santana did not intend this to be a funny conversation.

"About you and I. Where does this new school year put us?"

Brittany understands the question now; her fingertips now leave a trail of fire as she moves them up Santana's waist. She's thoughtful for a few seconds, attempting to find a way to word her thoughts correctly. "Well, you're my girlfriend, right?"

Santana nods at the question although Brittany needed no assurance on that. Santana waits for Brittany to continue, not letting her fears overcome her.

"And we belong together; at least, I think so. When we're together… its magic Santana. Like putting the last piece of the puzzle together after spending weeks trying to solve it. You know the feeling. And I don't think that a new school year should drive us apart – I don't think it could, in any way. 'Cause I'm here for you, I'm here at your side, always, no matter what. So whatever you want to do, whether you want to come out tomorrow, or in ten years, I'll still be here San. I only care about you and me, not what other people think or say. A public relationship is not everything I long for, if I can just be with you, even if it's a secret, it's enough for me".

Santana lets Brittany finish her speech, her eyes shut while she swallows the lump in her throat. She tries to keep her emotions in check, but she fails to stop the tear that drifts down her cheek at Brittany's capability of understanding. It's just exactly the reassurance she needed, that Brittany wasn't going to leave her because she was afraid of coming out. There's no response in her head, Brittany has said enough, and her mind is filled with too many emotions to come out with a concrete response, so she says the only truthful, complete, perfect thing she can say:

"I love you Britt, I really, really do. I literally don't want to spend a second away from you".

Now Brittany's arms are slowly wrapping around her smaller body and she feels Brittany's mouth softly come into contact with her collar bone while she nuzzles her head in Santana's neck. "I love you too and I'm not going anywhere, so I hope you don't get bored of me".

I don't quite know, how to say, how I feel.

Those three words are said too much, they're not enough.

If I lay here, if I just lay here

Would you lie with me and just forget the world?

Santana chuckles again despite the happy tears that keep flowing down her cheeks. Her arms imitate Brittany's motions and are soon wrapping around the blonde's smooth, lean, and practically perfect body. Santana grips the fabric of Brittany's Hard Rock Café t-shirt, the bottom part of her hands lightly coming into contact with the skin of Brittany's lower back, exposed by the slight rise of her shirt and her lack of any type of bottoms, just Brittany's purple panties.

"I could never get bored of you Britt, ever. I'm actually afraid you'll get bored of me".

She feels Brittany shift her body so she could look at her and suddenly, Brittany is giggling hysterically. Santana frowns, confused to what Brittany found funny, but lets her finish laughing regardless. "What?" Santana asks the frown still predominant in her features.

Brittany's lips come into contact with Santana's forehead. "You are silly. Santana, I've known you for like, 12 years and I've never gotten bored of you, what makes you think I'll get bored of you now?"

Now that Santana understood, her lips curl into a smile again. "I don't know, I guess I'm just scared that you'll find someone whose way more worthy of you than I am". Santana's downright honesty was something she had to do, something she had been meaning to address for a while now.

Brittany sighs, shaking her head and resting her forehead against Santana's. "If you haven't noticed, the only person who is worthy of me, is you".

"You're just saying that…'

"No". Brittany assures, her hands pulling Santana closer to her body. "You understand me, you appreciate me, you know me, and most importantly, you love me. I don't think anyone has loved me the way you love me, and I don't think anyone will love you the way I do. We deserve each other, even if you do deserve someone smarter than me…"

Santana moves her hand from Brittany's waist to place it on her cheek, her thumb brushing across her white skin. "Don't ever say that Britt, ever. You are the smartest person I know, no one should dare tell you otherwise. You just, bring a side of me that no one has ever seen…"

Brittany interrupts though, not letting Santana finish her sentence. She can't help the smile that creeps on her lips at Santana's frustration behind her interruption. "I don't bring it. It's always been there, you just don't let a lot of people know you for real, Santana Lopez, not McKinley High's head bitch in charge".

Santana laughs more genuinely now and before she has time to respond, Brittany's lips come into contact with hers. Quickly, she feels her muscles relaxing, her shoulders slumping down, her back un-tensing, and the muscles of her neck smooth at Brittany's touch. Santana leans into the kiss, breathing out while Brittany's mouth moves slowly, treating Santana's lips like they were made of porcelain.

Forget what we're told

Before we get too old

Show me a garden that's bursting into life.

"We need to get our sleep on". Santana mumbles against Brittany's lips, but shows no will power or desire to move away from Brittany's soft and chaste kiss.

"Who needs sleep?" Brittany mumbles back, placing feather light kisses on Santana's swollen lips every now and then.

"People who have school tomorrow morning".

"But I want to stay like this…" Brittany pouts and this time, it's Santana's turn to capture Brittany's bottom lip between her own.

"Me too. I'll tell you what? I'll let you be the bigger spoon this time".

Brittany's chime full laugh echoes in Santana's attentive ears. "Okay, but promise to save water tomorrow morning?"

"I promise B, I'll wake you up and everything".

Brittany's hand again travels down to Santana's hip. It molds itself against her skin, her fingertips lightly pressing against it. Santana's hand travels down Brittany's arm, to come to rest at the lower part of her arm, keeping her arm in place like a safeguard.

Santana's eyes slowly begin to shut themselves, her nostrils flaring and taking in the last of Brittany's scent for the night. Brittany's face nuzzles back in Santana's neck and Santana feels that last, goodnight peck against it.

"Night B". Santana whispers against Brittany's collar bone, their bodies close and molded together, just like pieces of a puzzle, exactly how Brittany had described.

"Night San".

Let's waste time

Chasing cars

Around our heads.

I need your grace, to remind me

To find my own.

A/N: Next chapter will be the last and basically it will be 'The Purple Piano Project' through the eyes of Brittany and Santana, perhaps the unscripted interactions between the two during that time, up to the point where Santana gets kicked out of glee club. I'm also thinking of switching point of views to first person Santana. But oh well, I'll see.

Also, check out my other fic: Resident Gleevil, for all those Unholy Trinity fans and fans of Resident Evil and what not.

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