Author's Note: In response to I last night's episode. If I didn't love Santana before, I DEF love her now! And was I the only one who thought her matching outfit with Karofsky made them look MORE gay? Just a thought...Buuuuut I love all your reviews! And I call this chapter broken thought. It's one of my favorite chapters to write. You'll see more broken thought chapters as the fictions progresses. Read and review please!
Brittany's POV
"How much longer do we have to wait here?" Rachel whined from behind me.
"Yeah, this is getting a little stupid now." Quinn concurred.
"It's not like all their places are directly beside Ohio." I said rolling my eyes, "Calm down. Eat a sandwich or something."
"Wait, I think I see someone! Hold up your signs everyone!" Rachel called out.
I looked down the path Rachel was eyeing and didn't see a beautifully tanned Latina walking so I didn't budge. Quinn, however, did a double jump and waved her board in the air.
"It's him! It's him! It's Sam!" She said excitedly.
She held up her sign that read Sam high in the air and waved it. He waved back; he had a beautiful white smile. He had a bag in his right hand and an American flag in the other. He made his way towards us and dropped his bag a few inches away and ran to hug Quinn who hugged him in return.
"Sam! Sam!" She kept repeating.
"'Ello!" He said with a quick smile as he eyed all of us.
"I'll introduce you...This is Finn..." As she made her way down the line, I stretched my neck to see if I could see anyone else coming behind him. When I didn't see anyone that even resembled Santana, I sighed and flopped back in my chair, my hand on my chin.
Santana's POV
The plane ride left me feeling groggy. Maria and I got off the plane last and took in our surroundings; the warm fresh Ohio air almost knocked us backwards.
"So far, so good." She said with a smile.
"Yeah, so far."
"Let's go find our pen pals, shall we?" She looped her arm around mine.
"Sure."
It was now or never...
Brittany's POV
It seemed that everyone's pen pal had appeared in two hours time, everyone's pen pal that is, except mine and Finn.
"Maybe they changed their minds." Finn said taking a seat beside me.
"Don't say that, Santana wouldn't change her mind."
"How do you know?"
"How do you know your pen pal did?"
"My pen pal was kind of bitchy."
I laughed, "Mine was the opposite."
"Lucky you."
I played with my thumbs as I continued to sit waiting. I was growing bored with this. Either she was coming or not. Maybe her plane got delayed or something, or maybe she actually did change her mind. She could have at least emailed me or something.
"Hey, I think I see someone coming." Finn said looking over Sam's head and towards the end of the airport.
There were two girls heading our way. Finn held his sign, but I didn't need to. I knew it was Santana, I could tell from a mile away...
Santana's POV
"I think that's your pen pal." I said to Maria as a giant lime green sign with her name on it appeared in the air.
"Ugh! I hate that he did that..." She paused and began to walk a little quicker, "He's actually cute for a dork."
I laughed, "Very."
I looked to the left of Finn and saw a beautiful blonde haired girl with amazing bone structure beside him. I knew before I did anything that was Brittany...
Brittany's POV
As she walked closer towards me I felt my stomach do a back flip. Every emotion, from hate to love came over me and I couldn't control my feelings anymore. I wanted to scream and run to her and tell her I was so happy she made it. She looked beautiful from what I could tell, though she was still a great distance from me. Her beauty was overpowering me and then I remembered...
Santana's POV
...Her dancing. Her dancing must have given her that amazing body. As I continued to walk closer all of my senses became faint and blurry, all I could focus on was Brittany. Nothing else seemed to matter. I pictured her to be just like her videos, but in person she was better. She seemed more real, more amazing, and even though I was feet away from her I could...
Brittany's POV
...Smell her vanilla perfume. She said it was her favorite fragrance and I could smell the strength of it as she came closer. Her jet black hair dancing behind her, almost in slow motion as the curves of her mouth turned and she formed a smile. I felt myself wishing I was that dimple on the side of her face just so I could be closer to her lips. What was wrong with me? There was no way possible...
Santana's POV
...That I was thinking about Brittany like that. But here I was now inches away from her and all that I could see was her beautiful blue eyes. They were piercing, almost sharp. And...And...Were they sparkling? Yes, they were sparkling. It seemed like they were looking into my soul. Her eyes were hypnotizing me. I was no longer walking, but I was now gliding towards her almost like...
Brittany's POV
...An angel on her white cloud. She was coming closer. I gulped. Her tanned body, her jet black hair, her dimple, her amazing smile. It all seemed too real. Too daydream like. I pinched myself quickly to make sure I was awake and I was. What was I going to say to her? She was now inches away from me. I wonder...
Santana's POV
...What she's thinking? Is she thinking about hugging me or embarrassing me? Is she thinking about introducing me or shaming me? I wonder...
Brittany's POV
...If she's thinking what I'm thinking as we look into each other's eyes? No...No, we're not thinking the same thing. We can't be. Besides who...
Santana's POV
...Cares what she thinks? She's only using me for my dancing, I mean...
Brittany's POV
...Nothing to her. She's just here to be my dance partner. Nothing more or less, but still I wonder...
Santana's POV
...I can't help but wonder...
Brittany && Santana's POV
...If she's thinking what I'm thinking...