A/N: Chapter 28.."give or take a day" my ass...no excuses, but it's been too long. Do people even really read Brittana ff anymore? :(
-B
May, 2021:
Your eyes flutter open tiredly and dance around the room before landing on your phone buzzing against the night table. You groan quietly and take it in your hand, squinting at the screen before widening your eyes and ripping the covers off of you.
You shiver the instant you're on your feet, and look around in confusion before your eyes land on Santana sleeping on her stomach, hair covering her face as she snores softly. Your lips curl into a smile before your phone buzzes in your hand, and you snap out of it, grabbing one of the robes folded on the dresser, and slip it on as you leave the bedroom.
"Hello?" you answer quietly, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder as you tie your robe closed.
"Brittany, where the hell are you?"
You squint, taking a seat on the edge of the couch, and glance towards the bedroom, "Derek?"
"Kieran and I went to your place last night to surprise you with a family dinner, and you weren't there. I called Quinn and she said you were out of town for the weekend?" he says in confusion, "Why didn't you tell me?"
You shift, clearing your throat, and taking your phone in your hand, "It was a last minute conference Figgins had me attend."
Derek hums and you swallow, "A conference for what?"
"Oh, just, you know. Darwinism, Lamarckism…tonight we're discussing the Boveri-Sutton Chromosome Theory." You say easily and wait for Derek's response.
"Uh…is it bad that I have no idea what any of those are?"
You grin victoriously and straighten, "Of course not. I wouldn't expect you to know. You're just a business executive." You chuckle and Derek scoffs on the other end.
"I call you because I'm worried, and I get picked on."
"That's how we do it in this family."
"Yes, well now that I know you're not dead, I'll let you get back to Lurkism."
"Lamarckism, Derek. The idea that an organism can pass down characteristics it had acquired during its lifetime to its offspring. Take an interest."
Derek chuckles and you smile faintly, "I'll talk to you later, Britt. Love you."
"Love you too." You say quietly, only pulling your phone from your ear when Derek ends the call. Letting out a sigh, you hold your phone in your lap and stare at the darkened screen before rolling your eyes and standing up.
It was your weekend with Santana and you didn't need any outside nonsense messing with your head. Just you and Santana.
You hear a soft sigh as you re-enter the bedroom, and snort quietly in amusement as you stare at the brunette, flipped onto her back with her arms stretched out. Your gaze travels down her face to her bare shoulders, and continue down to where the comforter rests at the top of her breasts.
"Britt?"
You blink and lift your gaze, smiling softly at the sleepy, brown eyes staring back at you, and make your way over to the bed, reclaiming your spot next to her.
"Time's it?" she mumbles as you shuffle closer, draping your arm over her waist to pull her closer.
"It's early, San. Go back to sleep." You say, pressing a loving kiss to her shoulder as she pulls your arm tighter around her. She relaxes in your arms, and you brush your lips over her skin once more before letting your eyes close.
"Mother-!" you curse, dropping your curler in the sink as your hand shoots up to your ear, and pout. You run your thumb over the reddening tip of your ear and turn your gaze to the curler, glaring darkly at it.
"Britt, are you okay?"
You glance at the door of the bathroom when you hear Santana's laugh, and unplug the curler, setting it properly on the counter before throwing your essentials in your morning bag.
"I'm fine." You call and hear her snort.
"Are you sure? That's the fifth time you cursed your mother."
You huff and place your bag off to the side, opening the door, "I wasn't cursing my mother." You mumble and look up, pausing at the door. Your lips turn upwards into a grin as you take in the sight before you.
Santana sits at the end of the bed, the comforter wrapped around her shoulders as she picks raspberries from the metal cart next to the bed; which was not there when you went in to shower. But the best part of it all, is that Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny are arguing over what hunting season it is on the television.
"Duck season!"
"Wabbit season!"
Santana chuckles quietly, watching the two characters argue.
You shake your head in amazement, shoulders slouching as you lean against the doorframe; keeping your eyes on the girl as you question how someone can be this adorable, after spending the night before proving she is a living, breathing, sex goddess.
"Jesus!" Santana gasps before laughing, shaking her head at Daffy blowing out smoke from his mouth after being shot.
You melt at the sound, and take a deep breath as you feel your heart swell.
Your eyes widen slightly in surprise before they return to normal, and you push off the wall, climbing onto the bed before settling behind Santana with your arms wrapped around her.
She turns her head to look back at you, and smiles sweetly, pecking your lips before offering you a berry, "I had them bring up breakfast when you were in the shower."
"I'm okay for now." You tell her and she shrugs faintly before returning her attention to the screen. Your eyes dance over her profile, and you wet your lips, squeezing her tighter as you rest your forehead against she shoulder. You take a breath and Santana links her fingers with yours resting in her lap, "I love you." You tell her, almost in a whisper, and feel her tense in your arms.
She's quiet for the remaining fifteen minutes of the show, only replying when you quietly call her name in question.
She shifts and mutes the TV before turning to face you with a frown, "You don't have to say it."
Your brows furrow in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"I don't want you to tell me you love me because Mercedes brought it up. There's no pressure, Britt. I'm not expecting you to just –"
"Woah, Santana," you say quickly, cutting her off, and shake your head when you catch her gaze, "Me saying I love you has nothing to do with Mercedes bringing it up, or me feeling pressured. I said it because I wanted to tell you how I feel about you." You tell her and Santana looks between your eyes carefully. "It's just, waking up with you, and coming out of the bathroom to see you sitting here, watching Looney Tunes, and being adorable…I can see this being a regular thing and I love that. I love you."
You watch Santana drop your hand, letting out a breath as she looks between your eyes quickly, a smile pulling at her lips, "You love me?"
"Mmhmm."
"You love me?"
"Yes, Santana." You laugh, grabbing her hands in yours, "I love you."
She lets out a relieved laugh, and pulls on your hands, cupping the nape of your neck as she presses her lips to yours, pulling you closer. You chuckle into the kiss and rest your hand on her thigh, squeezing gently.
"I love you too." She breathes against your lips, pulling back to smile at you. You match her grin and cup her cheek, using your thumb to brush away the lone tear.
"Well obviously." You tease before the two of you break out into a laugh.
"Okay, so where exactly are we going?" you ask, holding the door open for Santana before following her out of the hotel.
How she managed to convince you to go for a walk with her, is beyond you; especially seeing as you'd much prefer laying around in bed, watching Family Feud.
You run your hand through your wavy hair, scowling when you remember burning yourself multiple times, and glance at Santana when she links your arms together, leading you out of the parking lot.
"I have no idea."
"Santana, going for a walk was your idea."
She looks at you with an amused grin and arches a brow at you, "Yes, and we're going to walk around until we find somewhere we want to stop." You let out a sigh and Santana rolls her eyes, tugging on your arm, "You have all night to watch your little game show, calm down."
"Little game show?" you gasp, looking at her in shock, "Santana, Family Feud is, like, awesome."
"Really, that's your defense?"
"That's my defense." You grin, placing a quick peck upon her cheek. She stares at you and you wink, unlinking your arm to tangle your fingers together instead. You glance up at her face, laughing at her beaming smile, and bump her shoulder lightly with yours. "What's with the smile?"
"We're holding hands." She states and you nod slowly, "In public, Britt; without having to worry about people seeing us."
You sigh happily and pull her to a stop, draping your arms around her neck before leaning down for a kiss. You feel her fist the front of your shirt, pulling you closer, and pull back when she lets out an adorable whine. She swallows and glances around with a blush, "You're so cute." You grin, kissing her cheek before taking her hand once again, caressing the back with your thumb.
The two of you spent the last hour just walking around Columbus, goofing around and snapping some cliché couple pictures along the way. It was…actually pretty fucking amazing to be able to be so carefree with Santana, without having to glance over your shoulder every two minutes.
And Santana…
You snort in amusement, shaking your head fondly at the girl as she clings to your arm, a content smile on her face as she just enjoys the walk. You never imagined you'd be this lucky; to find someone as amazing as her.
"What are you smiling about?" Santana asks, looking at you with a questioning smile.
You pull your arm from her hand and rest your own against her lower back, gently pushing her to the side of the walkway as a group of middle aged woman jog by. She arches a brow and you pull your hand back, clasping both behind your back.
Running your eyes over her face, you smile and shrug helplessly, "Just thinking about how lucky I am." You admit quietly and watch Santana's lips curl into that one of a kind, beautiful smile. It warms your heart.
"Lucky huh?" she teases and you roll your eyes with a grin, "I am pretty damn awesome."
"That you are." You agree cheekily and let out a laugh when she swats playfully at your shoulder, catching her hand between yours before bringing her hand to your lips with a smirk. You place a delicate kiss to the back of her hand, your eyes sparkling playfully at her as she blushes deeply.
"Britt…" she breathes, glancing at the ground.
"Hmm?" you hum, glancing past her. Your lips pull into wide grin, and you lower her hand from your lips.
"There's actually something –"
"Hold that thought." You say quickly with excitement, spinning the brunette around. "That's where we're stopping." You point to large dusty window, a dim light flickering inside the tiny shop, and bounce. "Come on!"
Santana goes to protest, and your smile falters faintly, before she shakes her head with a smile, linking your fingers together, "Okay."
You beam and check both ways before dragging Santana across the street, leading her in a jog down the sidewalk until you end up in front of the brick building; the glass window reading 'Neighbourhood Bookstore'.
The bell dings overhead as the two of you slip inside, hit with the smell of old books.
Your shoulders slump as you inhale, smiling contently. You look around, the walls covered in books sorted under their genres, and turn around to face the older man sitting at the register, his glasses at the very tip of his nose as his gaze travels from receipts to a leather ledger.
"Hi, I was –"
You're cut off by a distracted grunt, and pull your head back in surprise, glancing at Santana.
"He seems a bit busy, Britt." She whispers, rubbing your arm gently, "Why don't we just look around?"
You eye the old man, viciously punching the buttons on an ancient calculator, and tense when he pauses, slowly lifting his gaze without moving his head. Santana straightens at your side, as you do the same, watching his beady grey eyes shift between the two of you.
"What?!" he barks and the two of you jump, Santana letting out a squeak, before you turn her and lead her towards the fiction section with haste.
"Grumpy old bastard." Santana mumbles, glancing back. You shush her quickly with wide eyes and slowly pull your finger from her lips, looking towards the man.
"But yes, I agree." You mumble. Santana snorts and leans forwards, pecking your cheek.
"So, I take it you have a book in mind?" You nod with a grin, and she lifts her brows, "It's not some satanic ritual guide, or like a witches spell book, right, because I'm not down with that."
"No, San." You laugh, eyeing her as you move closer to the books, "Nothing like that." Your run your fingers over the spines of the books, reading the titles as you go and look back at Santana with a smile, "There are a few books, classics, you know, that I haven't read, yet I should have. And," you drag out, looking back at the shelf before smiling widely, pulling one of the books out, "seeing as we were here, I thought I might be able to find one or two."
"Ah," Santana nods, moving closer to look at the title of the book in your hands, "To Kill A Mockingbird?" she questions and you nod, "You haven't read that?"
You lower your hands and frown, looking at the girl, "You have?"
"English assignment for freshmen years." She shrugs, frowning as she fiddles with one of the cover's folded corners, "It wasn't that great. Or at least I didn't think so. Though, I hated assigned readings…also never really read the chapters so."
You blink at her before shaking your head and fixing the folded corner, "Well, I've always wondered what the deal was but never got around to reading it; I'm actually pretty surprised it wasn't assigned to me when I was in school."
Santana smiles at you and you blush at her adoring look, averting your gaze to the book.
"Were you looking for another?"
"I think I'll just get this one."
"Good." Santana says, snatching it from your hands. You blink and reach for it when she spins and marches over to the grumpy old man.
"Santana, what are you doing?" you chuckle, coming to a stop beside her after she clears her throat loudly, arching an expectant brow at the man. He scowls and looks up.
"Twelve." He mumbles, looking between the both of you as Santana hands him a ten and a five. You furrow your brows, your hand in your pocket for your wallet.
"Keep the change." She says, taking the small bag, and holding it out for you as you look at it and then back at her.
"Santana…" you say with a shake of your head.
"No." she says firmly with a faint smile. You stare at her in surprise as she points at you, gently poking your shoulder, "You planned this whole trip, wouldn't let me pay for gas or anything, so I get to do this. It's nothing huge…but I don't know, it's my first gift to you, from our first trip together." She says softly, crossing her arms lightly over her chest, "So don't start."
You bite your lip to keep your smile from growing too big, and tilt your head at her before smoothly slipping your hand into hers, leading her out of the store. "Where to now?" she asks and you look at her with a sly grin.
"Back to the hotel." You tell her, "So I can thank you properly."
"Oh god…"
You smirk, quite pleased with yourself, and pull the thin sheet from over you while crawling back up Santana's body.
"God, huh? That good?" you whisper, biting your lip seductively as Santana removes her hands from pressing against her eyes, dropping them to your shoulders.
"Yes, that good." She breathes, hands running down your biceps before she pulls you closer, "Perfect, to be more accurate." She adds with a grin.
"Really?" you laugh, leaning down with a tilt of your head. You swallow Santana's moan and break the kiss with a gasp of your own when her hips lift, bumping against yours. "Fuck, I love you." You whisper against her lips. Your one hand rests against the bed next to her head, and your other trails up her side, brushing her breast before you cup her cheek.
"I love you too." She smiles sweetly.
Your blue eyes search brown, before you swallow roughly, kissing Santana deeply.
"I mean it, Santana." You tell her after pulling back. Her smile falters slightly before she nods, immediately wrapping her arms around you when you rest your head in the crook of her neck.
You feel her shift beneath you after you spend a few minutes content in her arms, and mumble her name; your lips brushing against her skin.
"Britt…I got into NYU."
You frown, and pull your head back at her whisper to get a look at her face.
Santana bites at her bottom lip, and glances at you before you let out a chuckle, "You got in?" She nods and you shake your head, placing kisses over her face and chest. "That's amazing, Santana!" you exclaim proudly, pushing yourself into a proper sitting position, Santana watching you with a tight lipped smile.
You eye her with furrowed brows, your smile questioning, and run a hand through your hair, "What's wrong? You should be jumping for joy. I thought NYU was your top choice? I mean, you usually go nuts about the idea of living in New York."
"Yeah, living in New York would be amazing…" she breathes, staring at the ceiling while your eyes scan her face, "But I'm not so sure that's where I want to be anymore." You frown at her confession, and get off the bed, grabbing two shirts and pairs of panties, putting them on before handing Santana the others.
"Why do you say that?" you ask, pulling your shirt on as Santana sits up, pulling both pieces of clothing on whilst remaining in bed. She looks at you and shrugs while flopping onto her back, pulling the covers up to her chest. "Babe, there has to be a reason." You say, fiddling with the end of the blanket.
Santana purses her lips and you sigh heavily, crawling into bed. You drop down right beside the girl, wrapping your arm over her stomach, and kiss her cheek to get her to look at you.
"I don't want to leave everyone behind." She says both quietly and hesitantly, "I mean, there's my family, Kurt and Mercedes, even Tina –"
"And me." You finish, looking at her knowingly as she shifts sheepishly. "Santana." You say firmly.
"Britt, we've only had so long together! After waiting for months." She says, throwing a hand up before it drops to your arm, squeezing lightly, "I'm just supposed to give you up?" she asks sadly, looking at you.
You shake your head and lean forwards, kissing her softly before leaning back, "You being in New York does not mean you're going to lose me, San. We love each other. A few miles aren't going to change that."
"A few miles?"
"Yeah, it's not –"
"Five hundred and thirty-five, Brittany." She states and you arch an amused brow. "Yeah, I looked it up."
"Santana–"
"I'm not going to have anyone, and I mean, I can do that, but do you know how much I'll miss you?"
"Santana–"
"I mean, I don't think I'll be able to get by with talking to you over Skype. I can't do it."
"Santana!" you laugh, placing your hand over her mouth. She quiets down, and you eye her, "Can I talk now?" She nods slowly, and you pull your hand away, taking its place with your lips. She instantly melts against you, and you pull back, nudging your nose affectionately against hers. "You're not losing me." You tell her, staring into her eyes as you lean back, "We can handle a long distance relationship. Sure it will suck being away from each other for so long, but I'll visit you and you'll come back to see everyone…it's going to be fine." Santana nods, her lips twitching into a smile, "Okay?" you ask with a playful smile.
"Okay."
A/N: No idea when next update will be, but im trying.
-B
