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I watched as Santana gripped the sides of the seat. Her knuckles were turning white and her eyes were forced shut. Santana jumped when the seat belt signal dinged. The pilot's voice started to crackle over the loud speaker and echoed around the plane.

"We're now cruising at thirty-six thousand feet." He said.

Santana still didn't open her eyes. She had them shut since we took off. Her grip on the seat loosened. I grabbed her hand and locked our fingers. Santana finally peaked one eye open.

"You seriously don't like flying." I said.

The only time we've ever really flown together was that one trip to New York for Glee club. All other times it's been me going to visit her or her coming to visit me. I never noticed her fear of flying being this bad.

Santana slammed her eyes shut again and shook her head. I patted her hand.

"Its fine. Most airplane accidents happen during take off and landing." I said.

Her eyes flew open. "Why would you say that?" She whispered.

Crap.

"I thought it would make it better." I said quickly. "Like you only have to worry a short period of time."

Santana swallowed. "Um thanks.' I knew I didn't help at all. I probably made it worse.

She slammed her eyes shut again. I glanced out the window to see the landscape. We were so far up I couldn't make out the houses or cars or people below but I knew they were all there. I looked back at Santana. I leaned across and pecked her on the lips. Her mouth curved upwards in a small smile. That helped. I pecked her again. Santana's hand squeezed mine.

I looked up and saw an older woman staring at us from across the aisle. She was scowling at me but as soon as we met eyes she jerked her head away.

"How did you do this when you visited all those other times?" I asked trying to divert my attention to from the woman.

I was still looking at the woman who had been scowling before but now she was pretending to be reading one of the plane magazines that you get in the back pocket of the airplane seat. Santana didn't notice because she still had her eyes shut and her head was leaning back against the seat.

"One of mom's Xanax and a little help from my dear friend Jack Daniels." She said. "I usually passed out before we even hit the runway."

"Well maybe you can try to sleep now." I said. I tugged her hand towards me and her body sunk into mine. She rested her head on my shoulder.

Santana let out a breath. "Yeah, maybe."

The woman was glaring at us again. I locked eyes with her for a second before she scoffed and went back to her magazine.

Santana fell asleep almost instantly. It probably had something to do with the fact that we had spent the entire night packing (and kissing). So we didn't have much time to sleep. I think I might have fallen asleep too.

The next thing I remembered was the crackle of the pilot's voice when he told us to get ready for landing.

The stewardess came over to me and smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry, girls." She said. "But you're going to have to sit upright for landing."

I nodded. She turned away to speak to other passengers that were breaking the landing rules. I nudged Santana awake. She sat up slowly and looked around.

"Did we die yet?" She asked.

I let out a laugh. "No, we're landing."

"Oh, so we're going to die." She said. She nuzzled back into my shoulder.

"We're not going to d-." I started. I looked over at the the woman was glaring again. She wasn't looking away even when we met eyes.

Santana looked up at me and then followed my eyes. When Santana looked the woman finally leaned over and said something.

"You know there are families on this plane." The woman said.

Santana locked her fingers around my hand. She brought my hand to her lips and kissed gently.

"And we couldn't be a family?" Santana said.

The woman's eyes went wide. She opened her mouth a few times but nothing came out. She turned around and I was pretty sure she wasn't going to look at us again.

Santana smirked and leaned back in her seat. She slowly turned to face me and that's when she noticed me staring at her. I think I had a big smile on my face because Santana's smile got huge.

"What?" She said through the smile.

I brushed a stray hair behind her ear. "You're just amazing." I said.

Santana smiled so wide I thought her lips were going to fall off.

The plane started to descend. Santana gasped and slammed her eyes shut again. She held my hand so tight but I didn't mind. I would never mind.