The thanks go to Demi Lovato as it inspired this chapter! Thank you for the reviews and I hope you enjoy reading!


Chapter Twenty Eight: Don't Forget

It'd been over a month since I'd left Lima. The pain had slightly subsided, but the ache remained. It was the night of the MTV awards and I was at a salon on 53rd street. Hands were pulling at my face, dabbing and smothering it in make-up whilst someone was fiddling with my hair, combing and pruning it. I stared at myself in the mirror, watching as I was transformed from looking groggy and depressed to someone who was living the high life. It's crazy how much a layer of foundation and mascara can do to someone.

"Your eyes are puffy but there is not much I can do about that." A strong french voice spoke; I turned to meet the disappointed glare of my make-up artist Pierre. I shrugged and pushed up off the chair, recovering myself as I slipped on the hairdressing gown I was wearing. Pierre huffed, muttured something in french and walked off in a strop.

"Where are you going?" Jen questioned, looking at me over her glasses that were perched on the end of her nose. I headed towards the back door of the salon before turning to answer her question;

"For an orgy, what does it look like I'm doing?" I snapped; narrowing my eyes at her. She was stunned by my answer, her eyes widened.

"I'm going for fresh air. Is that okay with you mommy?" I asked sarcastically.

"Yes." She returned to her magazine that she was intently reading, ignoring my sarcasm.

I pushed open the heavy metal door, entering an alley. I whipped out a packet of cigarettes, ever since I'd left Lima I'd taken up smoking. However I knew I was only doing it as a release. Snapping open the silver zippo in my pocket, I lit the stick, sucking in a huge gulp of the nicotine. My tense shoulders relaxed as I felt the smoke sink into my lungs, each drag was like a tiny massage by itself.

My phone vibrated in my pocket twice and I took it out, examining it before reading the text that popped up on the screen.

Good luck tonight. We're all rooting for you.
Q xxx

My nerves creeped over my body, shuddering my frame as I realised most of Lima was probably going to be watching me walk down the red carpet. I could just imagine all of them, lined up in front of the TV with popcorn, 'ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing' at the celebrities that walked before me. I could just imagine Brittany and Artie sitting hand in hand, laughing at me - the rejected girl who crawled back to her fame after having her heart broken.

Fucking guys.


Two hours later and I was travelling in a black sedan, the windows tinted so I was hidden from all the cameras. I looked down at my dress, it was deep purple, with one shoulder strap draping over my shoulder and it reached the floor, trailing behind me. My bust was covered by one piece of ruffled fabric, and pushing it up, enhancing my best feature. I ran my fingers gently over my hair, which currently felt rock hard due to the amount of hairspray the hairdresser had used. It drapped gently over my left shoulder, leaving my strapped shoulder bare.

Lights started flashing ferociously outside the car, I knew I'd arrived and that I would be interviewed about my life and every little detail to do with music and my intentions with life.

I just want to be left alone.

I exhaled through my nose fast, as if I was supposed to giggle to myself. Jen turned to look at me, she was in a dark grey blazer and smart skirt, and scribbling into a notebook - probably something unimportant.

"Nervous?" She asked, not looking up at me.

"Nope. Not at all." I lied, my defence mechanism kicked in after sensing weakness. I shook my head slightly, but not enough for Jen to notice.

"Ready for your performance?"

I cringed slightly; the thought of singing the song I'd written about Brittany to an entire audience live scared the crap out of me.

"As much as I'll ever be." I replied calmly, fighting the slight sweat that was trying to crawl out of my skin.

"Good. Come on then, we're here." She muttered something unintelligible before the drivers door opened and slammed. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, mumbling to myself.

You'll be fine. Take deep breaths.

As soon as Buzz opened the door, all my nerves disappeared because I knew what I had to do. Look hot and say all the right things, well that's what Jen told me. I heard Buzz shut the door and adrenaline pumped through my veins. There were hundreds of fans lined up behind metal fences by the red carpet just yelling my name. I grinned at any that I made contact with, and winked at one guy who was holding a sign which read 'MARRY ME SANTANA! I'LL BE FOREVER YOURS!' - he collapsed two seconds later.

Jen directed me to several journalists armed with microphones and cameras and they asked all the same questions about the music video and songs, I replied smiling at the camera and saying everything a happy 24 year old superstar is supposed too. I came to the final interview before attending the awards, I glanced around to see who else was on the red carpet and I noticed several people - Jennifer Lopez, Katy Perry, Jamie Foxx and Alanis Morrisette. My stomach started flipping as I realise how many celebrities I was really surrounded by; but before I could start jumping up and down in excitement Jen nudged me gently in the back to turn my attention to the final journalist.

"Miss Lopez, I'm Dev Chaplin from Gossip Express. How did it feel returning to Lima after so long Miss Lopez?" He uttered, shoving the microphone only inches away from myself. I hadn't expected the question and I met the strangers gaze, furrowing my brows.

How does he know?

"Well, I'm not sure how you know about it but it was refreshing - taking a break and meeting up with a few old friends."

"And what about the rumours about returning to see an old lover Miss Lopez? Are they true?" He questioned; my heart started racing as I realised my past may threaten my future.

Same old scared Santana Lopez.

"Well, yes and no. I returned to Lima with one of my friends, and when I got there I did in fact see one of my ex-lovers. However they're happily married to one of my other high school friends. There was no intention in returning especially to see that person though, it was a trip to visit all my high school friends." I answered honestly; I could feel Jen's nerves over the questions.

"And does this man have a name?" He asked. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as I realised this would be all over the internet and TV within an hour. I debated with myself whether to correct his mistake, or just to carry on.

"Of course, but I'm going to protect her identity." I said completely normally - I didn't want to be the person I was in high school, scared and weak. I would either be loved for the statement I just made or hated, I was going to be judged whatever happened so I made a snap decision in my head.

"Well thank you Miss Lopez. Good luck with your nomination and performance!" He said, turning away to speak into the camera himself. Jen caught my arm and pulled me closer to her;

"You know you just said that on live TV right?" She asked, her palm shaking against my forearm. I shrugged it off and looked at her;

"Yeah. I don't see why I should hide it." I said, before standing in the carpet, posing for the pictures.

Congratulations.

My inner monologue spoke, and I grinned a genuine smile. Relief and panic mixed together; washing over me and acknowledging to myself that I could've just changed my life.


An hour later, after a few awards had been given out - I was standing behind the stage, dressed in azure coloured dress. The same colour as Brittany's eyes. I laughed to myself quietly as I hadn't even picked the dress out, my fashion consultant had because apparently it fit in with the mood and tone of the song. Oh the irony. I peaked out through the curtain, the light beaming down and into my eyes, causing me to squint. My heart flustered and the nerves suddenly attacked me, causing my breathing to hitch and make me feel like my lungs were about to blow through my ribcage.

"And now a performance of her brand new single; Don't Forget! Santanaaaaaaaa Lopez!"

As soon as my name was spoken I shuddered; pressure was applied to my back as Jen nudged me on. The beat started and I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the lyrics to begin.

Did you forget,
That I was even alive?
Did you forget,
Everything we ever had.
Did you forget,
Did you forget,
About me?

The curtain drew upwards and blue lights flashed in front of me, I walked out, clutching the microphone in my right hand and using my left hand to air out my notes. I took a few steps forward slowly; opening my eyes to meet the crowd - only to be greeted by bright stage lights. So I quickly closed them, resisting the urge to squint.

Did you regret,
Ever standing by my side?
Did you forget,
What we were feeling inside?
Now I'm left to forget,
About us.

Memories of the beautiful blonde ran through my head, playing with my thoughts. As I opened my eyes I imagined her standing infront of me, blonde wavey hair draping over her shoulders as her piercing blue eyes stared at me. It felt like I was performing Songbird all over again. A deep breath shot straight down my throat into my lungs, allowing me to start the chorus.

But somewhere we went wrong,
We were once so strong,
Our love is like a song,
You can't forget it.

The drums kicked in as well as the beat. I lowered the microphone down by my side, tapping my foot gently with the music whilst I saw the image of the blonde standing in front of me as I opened my eyes. She was smiling, her brilliantly white teeth beaming at me whilst her eyes were filled with tears.

So now I guess,
This is where we have to stand,
Did you regret,
Ever holding my hand,
Never again,
Please don't forget.
Don't forget.

We had it all,
We were just about to fall,
Even more in love,
Than we were before.
I won't forget,
I won't forget,
About us.

The lyrics escaped my voice in perfect melody, I felt the lump in my throat form once again so I swallowed heavily and pushed it down - now succumbing to the sadness that I knew would follow when I'd finished.

But somewhere we went wrong,
We were once so strong,
Our love is like a song,
You can't forget it.

Somewhere we went wrong,
We were once so strong.
Our love is like a song,
You can't forget it,
At all.

My mind flashed back to the night I'd written it, after I returned from Lima. Sobbing over my notebook as I scribbled the words in biro, smudging her and there where my tears mixed with the ink. The words came so naturally, like they were already written inside my brain. Each lyric came with a wrench of my heart, a shot of pain straight through my body. The lyrics still left that effect, and as I was standing here in front of hundreds of celebrities, a single tear dripped down my cheek.

And at last,
All the pictures have been burned.
And all the past,
Is just a lesson that we've learned.
I won't forget,
I won't forget us.

But somewhere we went wrong,
Our love is like a song,
But you won't sing along,
You've forgotten, about us.

My voice faultered as I whispered the last words. The tear was joined by another one, on the opposite side. They streamed down my cheek and I opened by eyes, hearing the applause over the background music. I smiled as I watched the audience stand, cheering at my performance. Only then did I realise the camera that was to the bottom left of the stage - I'd just been recorded in an intense, emotional performance of a song that meant so much to be. It would be over YouTube and rumours would start spreading all over the internet as they debated the meaning of my lyrics. I exited the stage, courtseying as I did and off I went into the darkness.


I was approached by Jen, who smiled and congratulated me on my performance. I changed quickly back into my previous dress, frowning as azure dress was taken away from my dressing room. But my mood quickly changed as I was used to losing things to do with her. I gulped and rushed back to my seat, which was next to Jen and one of Angelina Jolie's kids. I giggled as the black haired child turned and stared at me in awe with his mouth open.

"You're real pretty Miss Lopez." He said, loud enough for Jen to turn and grin at me.

"Thank you."

I murmured, not knowing what else to say. He turned his attention back to the stage where Taio Cruz and Ludacris were now standing. It was my category, I was nominated for 'Best New Breakthrough Artist', I was competing against a British chick called Cher and a female Justin Bieber, called Justine Beeb.

"And the winner is..."

Ludacris opened the envelope in front of him, and I could hear my heart beat in my ears. I clenched my eyes shut and twisted my fingers together for luck; I felt a hand on me as Brangelina's kid locked hands with me and whispered 'good luck'. I smiled at him before a loud applause filled the hall.

"The beautiful Santana Lopez!"

Jen tugged on my elbow and I turned to her; she stared at me wide eyed and I realised the daydream had caused me the announcement of my own name.

"You won Santana!" She yelled, pushing me up and towards the stage. A flush crossed me cheek as I saw the faces of many celebrities gleaming and smiling at me; applauding me. My dress trailed behind me as I carefully climbed the few stairs in front of the stage, approaching two famous male superstars. They each took their turn to kiss my cheek. I recieved the aware and stared at it, the name plate empty so mine could be engraved on afterwards.

"Oh wow. Umm, I really don't know what to say. Thank you. So much. I genuinely cannot thank you enough. Four years ago I never thought I'd be here - I was just waking up from a coma in Green Valley, and now I'm standing in front of god knows how many celebrities and I'm holding an award for the best breakthrough artist. I mean, I just. Wow."

My mind was buzzing, I could barely form any words as I stared out into the audience. But then it clicked; I know what I had to say.

"I'd like to thank all my team who've helped me through everything, like Jen and Buzz. My make-up and eyebrow artist too 'cause God knows where I'd be without you guys, and my hairdresser to deal with my head of crazed hair." Laughter erupted from the audience, which made me feel less tense at the statement I was going to make next.

"But, I have a very special thanks. This goes to my inspiration, the wonderful person who gave me the incentive to write my songs and sing them with all my emotion. I love you so much and I always will, you know who you are and I want you to know you've made me into who I am today. For that I'll never be able to thank you enough for that. From the deepest pits of my heart, I thank you, and I love you, more than I've ever loved anybody else in this world., and as I found out today, anything really is possible."

I phrased her words that she'd said to me years ago by our lockers, then smiled into the camera, hoping blue eyes were meeting mine back in Ohio. A tear seeped from the corner of my eye and I heard the audience applause. After taking a huge gulp of air, I exited the stage, waving to the crowd of celebs and handing the award to someone who was backstage. A huge urge serged over my body, willing me to run out after declaring my love.

"Jen I need to go home now, I'm kinda exhausted." I claimed, Jen didn't question it.

"Okay. Buzz will bring the car round the back. Too many paparazzi out front as well as raging teenagers with unbelievable hormones." She grinned, gesturing to the direction I should walk.

The car journey was longer than I'd remembered it, I was now an MTV Award Winning Superstar, but somehow - I just didn't feel any different, as greatful as I should be, it didn't mean anything. I dabbed away the few tears trailing down my cheek with the back of my hand, thinking about my acceptance speech. I stared out into the streets of New York city, illuminated with the neon signs, the pavements coated with a wet cover, apparently it'd rained. I watched the people pass by me, mostly couples, holding hands and looking at each other like there was no-one else in the entire world more meant for them. I yearned for that, I missed having that connection with someone.

By someone you mean her.

I smiled a sad smile; before my memory ran back to the time when the wisest words I'd ever heard were spoken to me, from a person I would've never expected.

I was 8 years old, crying over the fact that Justin Timberlake now had a girlfriend. I'd just seen the news and him and Britney Spears were back together, oh the heartache. My mother had just walked in, and sat down beside me, wrapping her arm against me to comfort me.


"Mija? Querido? No llores." She whispered, almost melodically.

"But he loves her, not me mommy." I sobbed into her chest, clutching my teddy bear.

"Mija, I want to tell you something." Her accent ran strong as she spoke; it always suprised me as she spent most her time muttering in Spanish because it was her first language.

"No matter how much you love someone, it won't make them love you in return. No matter how much you believe it will all work out, it won't make them believe the same thing. No matter how much you think it's meant to be, maybe... well mija, maybe it just isn't."


At the time it never seemed that significant. But right now, I understood every word of it. I knew Brittany was with Artie, and that she was happy. I knew that no matter how much love I possessed for the blonde, it would never make her love me. You can't force someone to love you. The feeling of wanting to make someone love you, but knowing you can't, takes every inch of strength out of your body, making you feel hopeless and lost. Like a more intense version of when you lose your mom in the grocery store, and sprint down each aisle, trying to find her.

I'd always thought Britt and I had something special - something that went beyond the boundaries of normal love. The feeling I had for her was so intense, like nothing in the world could ever tear us down. The effect she had on me was crazy - my heart raced when I was with her. When ever I was upset with her, my body would shake as if the feeling shouldn't be in my body. When I missed her, I ached all over, inside and out. And when she'd make silly but logical comments; it make butterflies form and spread a huge dorky grin over my face. But maybe that was just something every teenager went through - the heartache, the intense rush of emotions. Maybe what I thought had been unique and special, was really the most common thing around.

My phone interrupted my daydream as it buzzed in my lap. I clicked on the middle button, revealing a text;

Saw your speech tonight - it was amazing.
We've all been watching with intent. Congrats on the award!

Q xxx

I paused for a moment, maybe they all had crowded together to watch. Which meant Brittany would have been sitting there, listening to my declaration with her... husband... I cringed as the word passed through my mind.

How did she react?

Without thinking anything more, I was already typing a text in reply;

Whose we? Thank you very much!
Who knew you'd have an award winning friend ey?

S xxx

I sat impatiently in the back of the sedan, my foot tapping gently against the floor as I watched out the window once more. My phone light brightened up the back of the car and I clicked the button before the tone could play.

She's not here. Neither's Artie. Sorry San.

Q xxx

She'd always known me incredibly well, despite having our tough times where I was a complete bitch to her - we'd turned out alright. It's funny how things turn out. She didn't want to watch the awards, knowing I was going to monopolise quite a lot of the screen time with my performance.

Your performance. She didn't see it.

My heart sank, and it felt like I was about to slide out and swim by my feet as I realised the tears and embarrasment was for no reason. I furrowed my brows and let out a small yet quiet sob as we pulled up outside my apartment.

"Miss Lopez, would you like me to escort you upstairs?" Buzz asked, snapping me out of another daydream.

"No thank you. You've done enough for this evening, thank you Buzz. Good night." I answered, shutting the door and hiking up my dress by my thighs so I could actually walk properly. My mind raced as I thought of all the possibilites of why she didn't watch, she knew I'd find out.

Maybe she's trying to hurt you.

The whispers came back, muttering things and causing my brain to racket about in my skull. By the time I reached my level, the bus boy eyeing my up in the elevator on the way - I'd managed to give myself a headache with my thoughts. I opened my clutch bag, searching for my keys and hovered as I heard movement behind me. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I remembered no-one had access to this floor.

Don't turn around.

Of course I ignored my thoughts, and spun around quickly to examine the corridoor. It was empty. The itch at the back of my neck told me different so I stuck my keys in the door and unlocked it, the room smelt of flowers - just like always and I sighed heavily, shutting the door behind me.

I could feel something in the room, like someone was watching me. I couldn't feel the direction of where it was coming from, but I knew it was there. The room felt different and my nerves started vibrating, causing my body to shudder. My heart pounded heavily, pulse beating through my ears. I felt the cotton dry sensation burn my throat as I took a few more steps through the apartment, peering into the living room, kitchen area, and then out onto the patio. It was completely dark; and I realised if I was in a horror movie, I'd be stupid enough to leave the lights off and walk around without a weapon.

So I readied myself, clutching the baseball bat that was hidden under my sofa and flicking the light switch on. I hovered momentarily, sliding down my dress as I realised that would be another thing that would cause me to die if I were in a scary movie. I hated watching horrors, I'd always end up wanting to climb into the screen and slap the silly bitch to death who thought it was a wise idea to grab a blunt knife instead of a full on machete.

I crept through the hallway, the only room left unchecked was my bedroom - the only door that was closed. I gulped heavily, glancing over my shoulder to check there wasn't anyone behind me and clicked down on the door knob, pushing it open before grasping the handle of the bat so tight my knuckles were white. I gasped at the image I saw, pausing momentarily as my mouth dropped into the shape of an 'o'.


"Wha.."

"What am I doing here?"

Brittany finished for me, her blue eyes tracing up my body. She was perched on the end of my bed, palms faced down either side of her. I became very self concious of the fact I was standing in my bedroom doorway in my black laced bra and matching panties. I watched her eyes sparkle in the darkened room as they finished the line they'd been following from the floor, up my body and to my own eyes.

"Well... Yes."

I said, taking a few steps in and placed the baseball bat down on the corner chair I'd found Quinn on only a matter of weeks ago. I didn't bother flicking on the switch as it would give her a better sight of my body, and I couldn't handle the look she'd give me.

"I saw your performance."

She muttured, dipping her gaze to the floor as she'd realised how long she'd been staring. I closed the door slightly, pinching the silk dressing gown which hung on the back of it and sliding it on. I gulped loudly; knowing this conversation would end up in my heart aching once more, whether it was because of tears or anger. I stayed silent, but staring into her blue orbs to acknowledge her words.

"It was... informative."

Informative? Seriously. Is that all she has to say about it? It was fucking informative?

"Informative?" I narrowed my eyes, the anger flared up my throat from the pit of my stomach.

"Yeah. Artie told me something I wasn't expecting after your performance, only hours ago when I was in Ohio."

She stood, taking two steps towards me. My arms crossed without my permission; I immediately recognised it to be my defence system kicking in. She looked out the window, glancing at the rooftops and lights of New York city before taking a deep breath and continuing;

Oh god, he wants kids. Prepare yourself, the pain's coming again.

"He told me that he couldn't be with me anymore." She uttured, her eyes fixated on her fingers which were twiddling together nervously.

"Couldn't?" I asked; still not knowing where she was going with this.

"He told me that he knew I was still in love with you. And that he didn't want to be the middle man anymore."

She exclaimed, flicking her gaze up through her dark lashes to meet my chocolatey pupils. My stomach flipped several times as well as my heart jumping, shocks of electricity pumped through my being as I started the excitement and nerves rattle.

"He said he didn't want to stand in the way of two people who are obviously meant to be together. He believes in soul mates and said that if he were to get in the way, he'd been playing with fate and karma. Apparently he'd seen it in my eyes when he first saw us together after all those years."

Soulmates.

A smile played on each side of my lips and she took another step forward, placing her palms on my forearms, tugging slightly to release the grip my arms were in. Her eyes pierced their way through my expression, seeing into my heart and soul.

"I know we haven't talked in over a month - and I've hated every second of it. I've tried but I can't get you out of my head. I miss you Santana." She breathed, closing her eyes and shuffling onto her other leg.

"I don't know if things can every go back to what they were - but I know that you miss me too. And because of that, I know it's not over between us."

The words sank in through my skin, punchind down a few of the walls that protected my heart.

She chose him.

My defences kicked in and I yanked my arms away from her. Anger ran through me as the images of her and Artie, the memories of her and him together flickered through my brain, imprinting it in black and white behind my eyelids.

"You chose him. How could you if you knew that?" I asked, turning my back to her and crossing my arms once more, in attempt to build up one of the walls she knocked down.

"Because you left." She stated matter-of-factly.

"I never left." I retorted, her palm brushed my shoulder as she applied a bit of strength to spin me back around.

"Yes you did." She answered, I could see a tiny flutter of anger flash behind her eyes.

"No. I've always been on your mind. You know that." I said, in some ways I felt slightly conceited making such a statement. I scrunched up my nose, a long with my eyes in confusion, frustration ran throughout my body and my fists rose to my head; pressing deeply against my temple.

"Why are you acting like this? I don't understand." She murmured as her eyebrows furrowed. She stepped forward and grasped my hands, pulling them away from my head.

"I'm just confused." I answered honestly, allowing her to tear my fists from my head. Her fingers slid around my fingers, in attempt to pry them from the balls they were in. Her touch was static, my body instantly rejected it as if I'd just touched an open flame - but after she soothed the skin for a few seconds, my body gave in.

"Why?" She asked, narrowing her eyes as she stared into mine as she studied my expression.

"Because if something happens, and I lose you again... I just can't, I won't be able to handle it. Thinking you were gone nearly killed me. I don't want to lose you, but it hurts too much to love you." I uttered, instantly regretting the words as I watched hurt paste her face.

"You deserve to smile Britt. You deserve to be happy. You deserve so much more than you're getting and I'm not and never will be enough for you." I added after a few seconds of silence. Her fingers twisted into the palms of my hands, gently stroking up and down my fingers, as if she was hesitant to intertwine hers with mine.

"Then why did you leave again? Why did you let me go when you knew you were the one? You were the best, but you left, so I settled for the rest. And don't you ever say that you're not enough for me, you're more than enough. When we were together I felt like I was in a dream every single day." She replied, butterflies formed in my stomach as she said 'the one', but pain followed as the whispers came alive again;

She could choose someone else over you again. She's going to leave, again.

"Brittany..." I breathed, shaking my head and breaking our stare, my eyes now fixed to the floor. She released my hands and took a step back.

"I'm sorry Santana. More than you'll ever know." Her eyes welled up and she chewed on her bottom lip, probably trying to fight the urge to cry.

"Please go and live your life and forget about me. I'm dumb as fuck for choosing him, I know that now so I'll leave you in peace." My heart raced as I watched her brush passed me, words trailing behind her.

"I can't." She froze at the door, her back facing me. Her breathing was faster than usual, her back rose and fell rapidly for the seconds that we were silent.

"I can't forget you, ever. I couldn't even if I wanted too. We've been through one hell of an insane roller coaster in the last decade." I whispered, stepping forward and touching my palm to hers, clutching her fingers and spinning her round.

"Yeah, I know." She sobbed, tears moistened her cheeks as the slid down her face.

"And I never want it to finish, I want you, til the end." I said, tilting her chin up with one finger to meet my gaze. "But I feel like I've lost you." Tears escaped my own eyes and I sniffed, in one final attempt to keep them in.

"You haven't lost me. You couldn't ever lose me San." She muttured, the sadness fading out of her eyes, replacing them with a beaming blue glaze. I alternated my gaze between her eyes, reading each expression that came with the silence. I saw the hope that hid behind her blue orbs, and my heart flipped in reaction too it.

Her brilliant blue eyes gleamed and she stared at me, a smile plastering her face as she bit down on her bottom lip. She read the sincerity in my words and leaned in towards me, so our foreheads were touching, and our arms down by our sides, clutched together in a vice tight grip.

"I'm not going to say all the romantic crap that I probably should about how much I need you or how much I can't live without you. I'm not going to make up a fancy speech that if this were a film, it would be quoted for centuries - purely for the fact that I don't need too. I just want you to know that I'm in love with you. I love you, more than I've ever loved anyone else in my entire life. I want the tears, the laughter, the arguments, the late night cuddles and kisses."

She said the words that I'd been longing to hear, our tears flooded in sync together as they poured out of our eyes. My mind raced as I tried to think of the right words to say, but as she cracked open her eyelids to reveal her sparkling eyes, my heart overtook my defences and brain, and started speaking for itself;

"I built walls around my heart, a sort of defence that my body naturally composed. And I never seemed to be able to take them down when I needed to, so everyone would just walk away and give up on me. But you never did. You climbed those walls and bared everything that I threw at you. And because of that, among many other things, I love you. I love you Brittany Susan Pierce, always and forever."

I closed my eyes and I felt her breath on my lips. She closed the remaining distance between us and pressed her lips to mine, pulling my bottom lip between hers, playing with it gently. It was the most romantic and passionate kiss I'd ever encountered, our lips acting out the feelings that we had for each other. It shocked me how much I'd missed her lips, her unique taste that felt like a drug to me. It had been so long since we'd kissed, my lips tingled at the sensation and jolts of electricity coursed through my veins, the adrenaline rushing to my head and causing my heart to pound harder and faster than it ever had before.

We melted together, our bodies clicking perfectly, just like a puzzle piece - and I knew right there, that she was what I'd been missing all these years. She instantly filled the hole in my heart just by being her. We parted lips and our foreheads met again; as well as our eyes.

"What does this mean for us then?" I asked after our heartbeats pounding heavily together.

"Santana Lopez, will you be my girlfriend, my soul mate, the love of my life once more?" She asked, her eyes gleaming at me with love.

I tugged my bottom lip between my teeth and stared back at the beautiful face that was in front of me. "I will." I replied, pressing my lips to hers again briefly before staring at each other and marvelling at eachothers faces.

All the heartache and pain that I'd endured didn't matter anymore. Her being here with me was all I was ever going to need. The emotional and physical torture that I'd gone through I just didn't care about because she was in my arms, and she was all mine. That feeling overpowered everything I'd ever felt, because I know that she was the one I was supposed to be with - and nobody else mattered in that moment, apart from me and her.

"I guess you're stuck with me then." I said jokingly.

"Hmm, for how long?" She teased back, grinning toothily.

"Forever." I answered, she rolled her eyes and leaned in closer, so our lips were barely touching and causing more butterflies to sprout into my stomach.

"I think I can live with that." She whispered into my lips before returning them to where they belonged, on my own lips.


Okay, I know that wasn't an original song of Santana's but just pretend it is! Thank you!
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