I'M BRINGING SEXY BACK, YE! Lol, no just kidding. Hello fellows, here I am. Put your American s...- No seriously, here I am again with a new chapter fresh from the oven. I dunno, I'm in a weird mood and freakin ecstatic to be back! I'm having the worst case of PMS known to man (seriously studies should be made) and it has sucked to not be here! I just missed you, that's all.

Now for the bad news... I'm taking this course and it's killing me. Slowly. Painfully. So my updates might not be back to superduper regular, the way I like them but you know me and I could never leave you hanging for too long!

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CHAPTER 38

"Do you hear that, love?"

May 16th

It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, there were no clouds in the sky and there was barely any wind at all. The whole week had had almost the same wonderful weather but it was like it peaked today. Like it knew.

"San, can you pass me the sun block?" Brittany asked from her seat in the lounger. Santana was nowhere near the sun block but she was on her feet by the railing, admiring the horizon. That was her favorite part of going on the yacht, seeing how the horizon never became smaller or bigger no matter how far or fast the boat was moving. And how other ships, no matter how grand would eventually appear small enough to fit in the palm of her hand if she held it up. But she didn't mind tearing her eyes away from it to wait on her lovely fiancée and giving her the bottle of milky lotion.

"Do you want me to rub some on your back?" Santana asked and took the cream back from Brittany since she expected the answer to be yes. Without really waiting for an answer she took a blob of it in her hand and motioned for Brittany to sit up straight. Santana straddled the lounger behind Brittany.

"Cover your boobies." Santana said playfully and tugged at the strings of Brittany's bikini. Brittany lifted her hands and held the cups of material in place as Santana began to massage the lotion over her shoulder blades. Brittany was pretty tense, and since she was already at it, Santana took a couple of minutes to work the knots in her back. Brittany hummed in pleasure.

"That feels really good, San." She purred and hung her head down lower.

"Urrrgh, get a room." Carmen muttered without even opening her eyes. She was lying on a towel on the deck and basking in the sun. Santana snorted but with a quick kiss on Brittany's neck she tied Brittany's bikini again and stood up to let the blonde go back to relaxing in the warming sun.

"I made lemonade." Emma chirped as she emerged from the interior, carrying a large tray with several glasses and a pitcher on it.

"Here, let me get it." Puck offered and put little Nathaniel down to reach for the heavy tray. Nathaniel wasn't happy with not being held by his daddy anymore so he tugged on Puck's trunks to signal that he wanted up again. He was 14 months old by now and he was walking and doing some talking. Emma took one of the glasses and poured a little sip of the lemonade into it before letting Puck serve the others. She hunched down to her little son.

"Here, Natie, do you want some lemonade?" She asked him and he nodded excitedly.

"What do you say?" You can never start too early when it comes to teaching manners. Nathaniel let his chubby baby fingers dance with each other as he tried to think of the right word.

"Peese." So he wasn't great with pronunciation yet but it was close enough.

"That's right. Please." She chirped happily and let the little boy drink by himself. He spilled pretty much all of the glass's content on his shirt but he was still happy with the drops that had gotten in his mouth and played with his taste buds. Santana watched the whole scene in awe and thought it was the cutest thing ever. She glanced over at Brittany, and when she saw the blonde watching too, she had to smile. Brittany looked a little shy when she saw Santana staring at her and lowered her sunglasses from her head again and turned her face towards the sun.

"Mrs. Lopez, would you like some lemonade?" Puck asked Gabriela after serving Rachel and Quinn a glass each.

"Call me Gabriela." She insisted before giving her answer. "And yes please. Could I have two glasses? Álvaro must be thirsty after all the roaming around in the fishing equipment." She continued and looked towards the back of the boat where she could hint her husband trying to cope with the fishing rods and baits.

"There's fishing equipment?" Puck asked excitedly and glanced over at Emma who was smiling back amorously at him. He put the tray down and let Gabriela serve herself as she hurried to the back where he joined Álvaro.

"Do you have any tots? I'm hungry. Isn't it lunchtime soon?" Mercedes complained from her seat.

"Ask Finn." Brittany said and pointed to where Finn was.

"Isn't he like… driving the boat?" Carmen questioned sceptically and propped herself up on her elbows. She was more than interested in this conversation because she was starving. She hadn't eaten since last night and that was stupid airplane food. They left on the yacht at nine this morning and everyone had breakfast on it but Carmen was never good with eating in the morning.

"Yeah, he's the captain but he has a Second Mate to take over so whatever you want he'll cook." Brittany explained.

"Where are we going again?" Santana interjected with curiosity. Brittany shrugged her shoulders.

"I dunno… just away I guess." She answered casually. They were doing this weekend trip with all their friends and in honour of the Lopez family visiting but Brittany had been so busy planning everything else that she had completely forgotten to pick a location. She giggled at herself and leaned back further. She kind of liked the idea of not really having a location in mind. She trusted Finn would take them some place great. Carmen and Mercedes skipped of together to go satisfy their growling bellies.

Santana saw that the pitcher of lemonade was almost empty and her first instinct was to refill it but then she thought of something much funnier. She brought it inside and rinsed it out. Then she filled it with water and snuck her way closer and closer to Brittany.

Brittany had her eyes closed, her dark shades on and she was enjoying the sun all the while rocking out to her favorite song in her mind so she wasn't at all prepared when water suddenly hit her stomach and chest and trickled cold trails down her sides. She shrieked and shot out of the lounger, looking around to find the guilty perpetrator.

Santana was bent over laughing but when she lifted her head to look at Brittany and saw the look on Brittany's face she hesitated for a second. Brittany was amused with Santana's frightened expression and as much fun as it would be to torture her by pretending to be upset she couldn't help but charge forward and rub her wet skin all over Santana who started laughing again and tried to hug Brittany tightly to still her from smearing more of the wetness on her.

It was a warm day but being wet was just enough to spread goose bumps over both Santana and Brittany's bodies. Santana squiggled closer to steal more of Brittany's warmth.

"You'll be sorry you did that…" Brittany said revengefully in Santana's ear. Santana was hoping the revenge had something to do with sex because watching Brittany walk around in a skimpy bikini all day was really working her up. Santana peered up at the other people on the deck and then she parted her lips slightly to kiss Brittany where her lips were already pressed against the blonde's skin. It was a little salty and Santana darted her tongue out to taste more if it.

"Have you two never heard of a room, like seriously?" Carmen said and interrupted Santana's journey over Brittany's shoulder. Santana hadn't even noticed the return of her sister or Mercedes, but once again she obliged to her sisters wishes and pulled away from Brittany gently. Brittany was smirking at her and Santana could see the blonde's mind being up to something.

"What?" She asked suspiciously and squinted for full suspicious effect.

"I didn't do anything." Brittany said and put her arms up, but the smirk wouldn't go down.

"Finn said lunch would be ready by two." Carmen said casually without anyone really asking. Santana nodded at the statement and directed her eyes to a clock.

"So what do you wanna do the remaining hour?" Santana chirped and looked around for a fitting activity.

"Karaoke!" Rachel exclaimed and even stood up off the chair in her overpowering excitement. Everyone agreed to Rachel's suggestion and made their way to the living room. Rachel and Brittany sang the first song, followed by a solo from Rachel. Then it was Rachel's turn to sing with Quinn and then Rachel sang with Santana. Brittany snuck away unnoticed and headed to the kitchen where Finn was cooking up a storm.

"Hey…" She said gently in the doorway. "I wanna stop for a second." Brittany continued. Finn froze and dropped what he was doing instantly.

"Not you, silly. I wanna stop the boat." Brittany explained further with a little giggle.

"I'm kinda busy here, Britt." Finn said, although without sounding like too much of a douche.

"I know. You don't have to do it; you just have to tell me how to do it." Brittany said and offered him a smile. Finn smiled back and offered to show her instead. They walked together to the wheelhouse and Finn showed her all the buttons that were relevant when something else caught Brittany's eyes.

"Who's that?" She asked curiously and pointed to a framed photo she hadn't seen before.

"My parents on their wedding." Finn answered coyly, a little embarrassed about decorating without asking Brittany first.

"They're on a ship." Brittany said questioningly with furrowed eyebrows to match.

"Yeah, it's something about being on international waters and having a shipmaster to perform it…" Finn explained. He didn't really know how the exact rules were but his parents had gotten married at sea so there was some way to do it.

"A shipmaster? That's like you, right?" Brittany asked hesitantly.

"Yup." Finn said proudly and tapped the steering wheel lightly like it was his son. He looked at Brittany as her mind wandered off.

"Anyway…" Brittany said and shook her head. "Just stop it for a little while." She continued and reached her finger out but had already forgotten which of the buttons would do the trick.

"What you guys talking about?" Santana said in the door which startled Finn and made Brittany turn around.

"Just… how I need some help… in the back." Brittany said, her voice going up and down like a roller coaster as she was trying to make it up as she went along.

"Finn was gonna do it, but he's busy so…" She continued.

"No, I'm not." Finn said and shook his head.

"Yes, you are." Brittany argued and tilted her head to ask if Santana wanted to take his place.

"Sure, I'll help." Santana chirped. Before leading Santana out, Brittany gave Finn and the buttons meaningful glances and hoped that Finn was smart enough to get the hint.

"So what's up?" Santana asked when they had gotten to the back. She didn't really see anything that needed to be dealt with.

"It's down here." Brittany said as casually as she could and went down the ladder to the swim platform almost at sea level. She could see how transparent this whole thing was but Santana followed her down without a clue as to what was going on.

"What do you need me to do?" Santana asked again since there was still nothing apparent she needed to assist with.

"I need you to stand right here." Brittany said and firmly grabbed Santana by the shoulders with both hands and guided her to where she wanted her to stand. Even after having locked Santana in place she didn't let go of the Latina's shoulders. Santana furrowed her eyebrows at Brittany and saw the playful, giddy look in the blonde's eyes. At that moment she noticed the boat no longer moving and she realized what was happening.

"No, Brittany, don't!" She exclaimed but before she knew it Brittany was twisting her body sideways which made her loose her footing and fall. Santana's hands flew up in reflex and she grabbed a hold of Brittany, dragging the blonde with her down into the cold blue. As they hit the surface they let go of each other to prepare for having to swim.

Santana could feel the freezing water coat her almost in slow motion and when her head sunk under water her arms shot down to push herself up again. It took a couple of seconds before she had floated to the surface and she could her Brittany shriek from the cold before she had even gotten her ears above water level again.

She inhaled deeply when she was finally allowed to breathe again and she saw Brittany's cute face and happy smile. Santana's eyes were wide and she couldn't get used to the cold water chilling her body. Brittany seemed to almost be enjoying it and swam a little further away from the platform. Santana realized there was a platform and headed for it with fast strokes.

The ladder wasn't down so she had to heave herself up using only her arms. With her legs gliding under the platform and her wet body and clothes making it extra heavy it took her couple of tries to get to up. When she finally did she lay down flat on her back and breathed heavily from the shock and exhaustion. With great effort she lifted her head and looked down at her wet jeans shorts and soaking, unbuttoned flannel shirt. She started laughing and soon she heard a giggling Brittany swim closer and struggle to climb onboard again. It didn't take long though before she had Brittany's face peering down on her and the blonde let her whole body rest on top of Santana.

"That'll teach you to never pour water on me again." Brittany said, a little out of breath but with a beaming smile. Brittany was dripping all over the Latina and her wet hair was either sticking to her own face or tickling Santana's. Santana stroked it away and while she had her hand on Brittany's cheek she pulled her down for a kiss. Their lips were wet from the salty water but all Santana could taste was Brittany.

Brittany was having a little trouble not grinning hugely in to the kiss so she pulled away to just smile at Santana. Her blue eyes sparkled and her left eyebrow was a little ruffled. There were a few pearls of water on her forehead and her wet skin shimmered in the sun. She had on that smiled reserved only for Santana and a strand of hair sticking right to the corner of her mouth. Santana watched as a drop of water formed big enough to drip off Brittany's bottom lip.

"You're so beautiful." Santana murmured, afraid to close her eyes for a second and miss something.

"Marry me." Brittany blurted suddenly.

"Yeah, that's the plan." Santana chuckled.

"No. I mean marry me. Now. Today." Brittany sat up and pulled Santana to sit up too. Brittany squiggled closer in her straddling position over Santana until their upper bodies pressed against each other. Santana felt heartbeats against her chest but couldn't figure out if they were her own or Brittany's. Their foreheads rested against each other and the close intenseness of their eye contact was intimate in an almost intimidating way.

"Marry me." Brittany whispered again.

"Is that even possible?" Santana asked tentatively and Brittany could feel Santana's forehead crinkle against her own.

"I think so…" Brittany answered and nodded slightly. Santana brought their lips to meet again and parted hers to take Brittany's bottom one in her mouth. Brittany moaned quietly and kissed back hungrily, putting both her arms around Santana's neck and crushing their breasts together.

"I love you, Santana." Brittany mumbled into the kiss before letting her tongue flick over Santana's top lip to ask for permission to enter. Santana tangled her tongue with Brittany's in response and tasted Brittany's words. They were so sweet she couldn't get enough of them, and she basked in the fact that she didn't have to. Oxygen was running low and Santana had to pull away. She did it slowly, letting the side of her nose stroke against Brittany's on her way.

"Let's get married." She breathed and opened her eyes only find Brittany's clear blue ones already zeroed in on her.

The lounges had been folded away, the fishing equipment cleared, and every beach ball and inflatable bathing ring had been brought inside. Emma had spent the last two hours decorating the deck romantically and setting it up perfectly. Finn had changed into a suit and was nervously rolling his thumbs. He was suffering from a bit of stage fright and he felt the pressure to not mess it up. He had no idea how to perform a wedding ceremony, other than what he had seen in the movies. He was relieved to find that Brittany and Santana wanted to do their own vows, because that would have been the hardest part.

"How much longer?" Rachel asked Finn impatiently as she passed him on her way back to the room where Brittany was being pampered by Quinn. Getting to international waters was taking forever.

"I, uuuh…" Finn said hesitantly since he didn't have an answer. Rachel was in serious stress mode. She wanted everything to be perfect and she wasn't going to let some giant ruin everything.

"You know what? At some point you just gotta learn how to focus and stop being such an idiot. Go check!" She scolded but didn't stick around for the answer, she was much to busy. She had to return to Brittany.

"Found something." Rachel announced as she closed the door behind her with a backwards kick.

"That's a tiger lily." Brittany stated and eyed the flower Rachel was holding up in front of her.

"Yeah, so? It was the only kind you had. Here, let me just…" Rachel mumbled oblivious to the meaning of the delicate flower and cut the long stem to a shorter stump before sliding into Brittany's hair. Brittany could see a hint of the large flower in the corner of her eye and she had to smile. It felt right. Maybe Sofie would watch this from somewhere.

"How do I look?" Brittany asked bashfully and gave a little twirl, making her white sundress dance around her thighs. Quinn looked at her stunning friend. Brittany's face was radiating joy. She had a pinch of a tan from the hours in the sun and her summer freckles could be hinted on her nose and cheeks. Her hair was combed to one side, and on the side without the beautifully flowing golden hair was the orange lily. Her lashes went on forever, as did her neck. The dress might not have been a traditional wedding gown but it was absolutely perfect. The way the thin straps rested on her shoulders, the way it tightly hugged her chest only to let the rest of the fabric play freely down to slightly above her knees, the way it made her skin look.

"You've never been more beautiful." Quinn said sincerely. She pursed her lips and clenched her jaw to keep from crying.

"Are you sure you don't want me to-?" Álvaro asked for the hundredth time but Santana cut him off.

"No, dad. We want it this way." Santana said lovingly. She felt a little bad about not letting her father give her away when he was so excited about it, but there was always Carmen's wedding…

"Okay, mija." He said understandingly and put his hands on her bare shoulders. He pulled her closer and pressed his lips softly against her forehead.

"I love you so much, Santana." He whispered against her skin and let his lips linger in the same spot.

"I love you too, dad." She whispered back and let her hands slide from where they had rested on his chest to his back.

"Hi…" They heard softly from the door. Álvaro turned around and was met with Brittany's rosy cheeks. He immediately got the hint and cleared his throat.

"I'll be out there." He mumbled and took a couple of steps to leave. When he was in level with Brittany he stopped.

"Take care of my girl." He said playfully and flicked over the blonde's nose. She giggled.

"I will." She said matter of factly and smiled crookedly at him. She watched until he closed the door behind him and then Brittany turned her eyes to Santana. She was breathtaking.

Her long, wavy hair reached to below the swell of her breast and framed her face gorgeously. Whenever Santana dressed up she liked to go for red lips but now, with just a little gloss on them, they looked more delicious than ever. Brittany could never get used to Santana in a strapless dress. How her neck and chest moulded together and how her collar bones looked so kissable. How her right shoulder showed that little mole and oh lord, how that dress accentuated her waist. The colour was creamier than plain white and in contrast with her dark skin it looked almost like someone had mixed vanilla sauce with caramel and swirled it around.

"I can't believe I get to be with you for the rest of my life." Brittany cooed. Santana's smile grew.

"I can't believe… any of this." She said and lightly walked over to Brittany only to have the blonde hurriedly meet her halfway. Brittany's strong hands wrapped around Santana's waist and lifted her off the floor in a twirl. It made the butterflies in Santana's tummy go wild and her grin widened further as she met the deep blue pools that were Brittany's eyes.

The blonde stopped and slowly lowered Santana back down to the floor. She felt Santana's hands slide down her arms in the same pace, except they kept going until they had interlocked their fingers on both hands and brought them up. The only sound was the water hitting the hull as the boat travelled forward, but it was okay. Their eyes said enough. Every so quietly a tune could be distinguished, probably playing out on the deck. Brittany eyebrow rose slightly as she listened and recognized it at once.

"Do you hear that, love? They're playing our song." She murmured amorously and let one of her hands part with Santana's, only to place it on her hip instead. Since Brittany was a little taller she tilted her head down and slightly forward to let their temples touch softly as she started swaying them to the quiet melody. Santana let out a content sigh and basked in Brittany's smell, feel… presence. She was like air to Santana, only even more vital. There was a knock on the door that broke the soft dance and they both raised their heads as Finn popped his inside.

"We're here." He said simply and backed out again, letting the girls take their time. They looked back at each other, eyes a little wider than usual.

"We're here." Santana repeated happily.

"We're finally here." Brittany nodded gently and walked over to the door. With one hand on the knob she reached the other out for Santana to take it, which the Latina did and let herself be led through the interior. Brittany stopped before going through the door to the main deck where people were waiting. With Santana by her side she took a deep breath.

"You and me." She cooed and her fingers made sure to tighten her hold on Santana's hand.

"Me and you." Santana cooed back with a loving glance at Brittany who seemed more nervous than the Latina thought she'd be.

"And both of us together."

The door slid open and they were almost blinded by the big sun about to set into the horizon. It was still full and round but it was just about to reach the ocean to sink into it. The colors all around were glowing in red, orange and yellow. The water shimmered with the warm, beaming reflection and the beauty was overwhelming.

Brittany's breath hitched and for a second; she forgot how to move. It wasn't until Santana squeezed her hand that she managed to take the first step onto the deck. Emma had even made an aisle and they were walking up it, towards the sun, slowly. Every step meant the world. This was their moment. Every bump in the road, every obstacle they had to overcome, everything that had ever gone wrong, it was all worth it to live this one right moment.

All eyes were on them, each taking a piece of it and saving it forever.

Brittany glanced down and saw her and Santana's hands like one. That was exactly how it was supposed to be. That was the only hand she wanted to hold. Holding that hand was everything.

Santana tried to keep looking straight ahead but her head kept twitching sideways to get a glimpse of Brittany beside her. That was exactly how it was supposed to be. Brittany was the only person she wanted to walk beside. Walking beside her was everything.

They made it to end of the aisle and turned to face each other, joining both pairs of hands together instead of just one pair. Brittany was wearing her nervous smile but the longer she stared into Santana's dark orbs the more it morphed into something more peaceful. It was funny how looking at Santana calmed her and made her heart beat faster at the same time.

"Hello." Brittany mouthed silently to Santana. Santana looked away coyly before mouthing back.

"Hi."

For a while it was just them and the ocean and the sunset. Finn rose from his seat and went up there too, but the silence prevailed as more seconds passed. The friends and family were bubbling with excitement and couldn't wait much longer. Finally Santana and Brittany could tear their eyes away from each other and place their focus on Finn, which gave him enough courage to start and he dove right in.

"When Brittany's father hired me to drive Brittany around when she turned 18, I thought it was just another random job. But here I am not quite 10 years later…" Finn said, sounding slightly awkward as he was making an effort to speak loudly and clearly. He looked at Brittany.

"… I've watched you grow up from a girl to a woman. I've watched you do things most people could only dream of doing, but most of all I've seen you become really, really happy. And it's all thanks to…" He continued, his voice filling with warmth and his awkward smile becoming real. He turned to look at Santana.

"… Santana. I know we don't always get along but I would be lying if I didn't say that you are the best thing that has ever happened to Brittany. The love you two share is remarkable. Is incredible. Is beautiful." Finn took a pause for dramatic effect and you could already hear Mercedes sobbing into a handkerchief.

"And so, it's an honour for me to be here today and join you together in holy matrimony." Finn lost his train of thought. Was there supposed to be more here? What felt like eternity to him had in reality only been a few seconds but he couldn't think of anything to say and he couldn't stand the anticipation in everyone's faces.

"Let's do the vows. Santana?" He said and managed to sound like he was completely in control. Santana felt her heart jump at being up first. It hadn't been difficult to write her vows and it hadn't been difficult to memorize them. Saying them couldn't be that hard. Still, her hands felt a little shaky and her heartbeat was pounding in her throat. She took a breath and as she did, a breeze blew in, chilling her face, playing with her hair and bringing Brittany's scent over in the wind.

"I love you, Brittany. I wake up every morning more in love with you than ever. I fall even more in love with you even time I see you. And whether we're 27 or 87, I know this feeling will never go away. From now until eternity; I just want you. I take thee, Brittany, as my wife." Santana's voice was steady, she had never been surer of anything in her entire life. Brittany beamed at Santana and waited a couple of seconds to let all of it sink in but she wanted to say hers so bad she almost flinched excitedly when she saw eyes turning to her.

"I love you, Santana. I love your laugh, your scrunchie nose, and your ticklish earlobes. I love when you come home in the evening and tell me about your day. I love how your tongue sticks out the corner of your mouth when you concentrate really hard. I love the way you kiss my cheek every morning and I love every second of how I feel when I'm with you. From now until eternity; I'm so yours. I take thee, Santana, as my wife." Brittany's smile was so big her lips almost had trouble forming the words. Santana's lips, however, pursed as a small tear teased in the corner of her eye and fell over the edge. Brittany knew it was a happy tear but she was still quick to lift her hand and wipe it away with her thumb.

Because of the impulse nature of this wedding they didn't have wedding rings to exchange. Santana drew Brittany's hand up and closer and placed a gentle kiss on her ring finger as a promise to put a ring on it, and as a promise for better or for worse, in sickness and in health. Brittany took Santana's hand and lifted it with both her own, until her puckered lips pressed against the smooth skin on the Latina's ring finger as a promise to put a ring on it, and as a promise to love and cherish until death do them part. Finn smiled at them.

"By the power vested in me by… someone, I hereby pronounce you lawfully wedded as wife and wife." He pointed with his whole hand first at Brittany and then at Santana. He let his arm fall and just watched their beaming grins. He was almost as if hypnotized by their intoxicating happiness. Brittany threw a glance over at him.

"Finn?" She whispered hesitantly.

"Yeah?" He answered and directed his attention by turning his head to her.

"May I also kiss her?" Brittany asked quietly with a little giggle. Finn straightened out his posture almost as if a little startled. He cleared his throat.

"Right. You may now kiss the bride." He said loudly and ceremoniously and then slipped away and took a seat. Partly because he was a little embarrassed about messing up the end and partly because he felt awkward being up there when they were about to kiss, like he was stealing from their moment.

Brittany took a step closer and her hands snaked around Santana's waist, drawing her into impossible closeness. Santana's neck lengthened in anticipation as it stretched to reach the kiss. With her jaw tiled slightly upwards and sideways, Santana's lips parted as she waited for Brittany to complete her.

Brittany's lips lingered for a second, relishing in the sensation of Santana's warm breath on them. As she closed the final gap; Brittany's eyes were open a tiny crack and she glanced down at Santana's plump lips moulding to hers as they interlocked. It was like clouds colliding; soft tenderness mashing with sparks and electricity.

Santana's stomach jolted with newborn infatuation as the inside of Brittany's top lip pressed down on the inside of her bottom one. The pleased crowd filled the air with a quiet 'aw' and Brittany couldn't help but smile; the corner of her mouth pulling away from the kiss as she herself pressed closer. Her arms left Santana's waist and instead she wrapped them around the Latina's neck in an incredibly tight embrace.

The now half sun was still peering at them as they parted and let the delicate sunlight seep in between their still close faces.

"Dance with me all night?" Brittany murmured, almost not finding the words as Santana's striking beauty kept washing over her like an ocean with never ending waves. Santana's eyelids closed for a moment as her lips melted to a content smile.

"I'll dance with you forever."