Being Santana's girlfriend was amazing.

Being Santana's girlfriend that everyone knew about was beyond amazing. OK, I'm sure there was a calendar word that also meant amazing but I hadn't gotten one yet so I'm just saying amazing all the time. Or awesome. Beyond awesome. Awesome infinity.

After a couple of weeks, no one cared that Santana and I were a couple. Here's the thing, teenagers have short attention spans and pretty soon, Santana and I weren't the center of attention anymore. It was really nice being able to walk down the hallway holding hands and actually being a couple. Things were so great between us that I really wished time would stand still. But it didn't. Actually, it felt like time was speeding up.

It was the first day of Christmas break and I knew that in a few weeks, everyone would be getting their college letters. Well, except Quinn who already got her letter early. She was still trying to decide if she was going to go to the Yale summer camp or whatever or wait until Fall. I hoped she'd wait until Fall so that we could spend more time with her.

The thought of not seeing Quinn everyday made me sad. Not as sad as not seeing Santana everyday, but still pretty sad. Yeah, time was going way too fast.

I was sitting on my bed looking through Google Maps exploring L.A. and New York. Both places looked really cool and I wished I could live in both. My phone rang and I saw it was Rachel. "Hey Rachel."

"Brittany! Have you head anything?"

"Today? I've heard lots of stuff. I heard Lord Tubbignton meow. I heard some birds singing. I heard my dad in the bathroom…I keep telling him not to eat curry…"

"Brittany, no!" Rachel shouted, "I mean, have you gotten any acceptance letters yet?"

"Oh, that," I giggled, "No, not yet. It's Christmas. All the college letter people are probably on vacation."

I heard Rachel breath really loud, like she was panicking. "They should have said something by now?"

"Who?"

"NAYADA! They should have gotten back to me by now…unless my live audition sucked. Did it suck?"

"No. You …."

"I was to pitchy! No, that's it, I ruined any chance…."

I stopped paying attention. Rachel got like this sometimes and I had learned that she just needed to talk it out and she'd eventually get tired. I was glad when my door opened and Santana walked in. I muted the phone so Rachel wouldn't suspect I'd stopped listing. "Hi!" I smiled.

Santana came straight to me and gave me a kiss. "Hi. Is that Barbara Jr. I hear squawking?"

I nodded and rolled my eyes. "She's freaking out cause NASCAR hasn't called her back. Or whatever that singing school is."

"She needs to calm down," Santana said, going to sit on my bed, "Quinn got her letter early because she's a big nerd. They won't even send those out until after the holidays."

"That's what I told her!" I put the phone to my ear and Rachel was still talking. "Hold on, let me get rid of her." I un-muted the phone. "Rachel. Rachel!"

"What?"

"Look, I gotta go but don't worry. You were awesome in that live audition and NASDAQ would be crazy not to accept you. Just relax and enjoy vacation."

"OK. OK. I guess you're right."

"I am. I'll talk to you later. Marry Christmas."

"I"m Jewish."

"And I'm Brittany," I said and hung up.

Santana smiled and reached for me. I smiled back and took her hands and she pulled me on top her, both of falling on the bed. We both started giggling.

"I'm going to squish you," I said and kissed her plump lips.

"I like it when you squish me." She kissed my chin. "I like feeling all your weight on top of me."

"What if I weighed 500 pounds?"

"Then you'd squish me for sure," she laughed.

We laughed and kissed for a while. I loved when we had fun like this and I was going to miss this so much. We still had a few months together but just thinking about it mad me sad. Santana must have sensed my sadness because she pulled back.

"What's wrong?"

I gave her a quick kiss and sat up on the bed. "College."

"Oh." Santana sat up to, facing me. "Look, yeah, it'll be sad not seeing everyone but we'll keep in touch with everyone. Well, most of them."

My hands started to feel clammy and I felt so bad listening to her talk like we were going to be together in Chicago. "I have to tell you something."

"What is it?"

I took a deep breath and took her hands in mine. "You know I really like making my shows…"

"I know."

"And when I was looking at colleges I found four that had these amazing media programs. And….well…"

"….none of those are in Chicago," Santana finished with a sad smile, "So, no dance program?"

I shook my head. "I love dancing, but I don't want to do that as a job. I want to make TV shows or even movies. Or have a news show! Like that show The Newsroom, but not boring."

She was sad. I didn't have to use my Santana expertise to know that. "I know," she said softly, "After a few episodes of your cheese show, I saw how happy it made you and how much you loved putting it together. Then you started PNN and you loved that too. Deep down I knew that my giving you that catalogue with that dance program was just me kidding myself."

"I'm sorry." I felt my eyes start to water and I saw hers water a little too.

"Sweetie, no." She let go of one of my hands and caressed my cheek. "Don't be sorry. Where...where are the schools?"

"L.A and New York."

She let out a soft laugh. "Figures."

"But, hey, I mean, maybe they'll reject me at all those schools," I said, trying to make her feel better, "And Chicago has a good media department too. I could still go there."

"Britt, there is no way you are getting rejected from the schools you want. You're a freaking genius."

I couldn't help but smile. I loved when she called me a genius. "We'll see."

"My backup schools are in LA and New York," she said, "The marketing program at U of C is really competitive so I may not get in. So I could end up in LA and New York."

She was so sweet and I really couldn't love her more. Or maybe I could. "Honey, there is no way you are getting rejected from that school. You're a freaking genius."

Repeating her words made her laugh. "New York isn't too far from Chicago…"

"But L.A. is," I finished.

She leaned in and kissed me. "How about we wait to see that the letter say, first?"

"That's a good idea," I said, "So, you're not mad I don't want to go to Chicago?"

"No. I am really sad we probably won't be in the same city, but we'll figure it out," Santana assured me, "It's only four years…"

"That's a lot," I pouted.

"We'll have summers, holidays, Skype…., yeah, it's not that bad." She smiled like she really did believe what she was saying. I just wish I did. Any time away from each other was too much.

"Yeah," I smiled, "It'll be fine."

###

We didn't think about college letters all through the holidays. We started the Spring semester and ignored the fact that it would be our last semester together. We were so happy together that we didn't want to ruin it with college talk.

For Valentine's day, she bought me a song. All the stares and whispers of us being together were gone and we are the top couple at the school. Having the two top online shows at McKinley really helped me in changing public perception.

Santana had changed into someone completely different from who she used to be. I still couldn't believe that the girl who would do everything in her power to forget we were sleeping together was now telling everyone who would listen that I was her girlfriend. The longer we were together, the more comfortable she got with us in public. By Valentine's day, we were acting like the couple I always wanted us to be, a normal, public couple in love.

After Valentine's day is when all the letters started coming. Little by little, I'd hear people talk about how they got their letter. Some were happy, some were disappointed and I wasn't sure which group I'd fall into.

I walked into the choir room and Rachel ran to me, jumping up and down. "I got in! I got my NAYADA acceptance letter! I am surprised that they informed me along with other students. I feel I should have known sooner."

"That's awesome, Rachel!" I hugged her, lifted her up and spun her around a little. "You are going to be so good at NASA. See, I told you you'd get in."

"Thank you Brittany," she said, stepping back, "I guess I was worried for nothing. Oh, how about you? Any letters?"

"Just one, from mittens or something," I said, "I didn't even apply there but they want to meet me and said that I could have a spot if I wanted."

"Mittens?"

"I think that's what it is. It's spelled M.I.T." I shrugged. "It's some science and math school."

Rachel gasped. "Brittany! That's one of the top tech school in the country."

"That's what they kept saying. I don't know, I guess I'll talk to them. They said they want me to take a math test."

"That's amazing! Some of the top minds go to that school," Rachel said, sounding really impressed. "It would be an amazing opportunity."

"But they don't make shows there. I mean, I love math but I don't think I love it enough to make it my job."

"Of course," Rachel said, "I definitely understand pursuing you passion. Well, look, I do hope you consider a school in New York so we can be roommates like we talked about."

"If I get in," I said, sadly, "It's taking too long for me to get my letters."

"Hey, they just started sending them out. You'll get yours."

I was glad when the rest of the club started coming in, including my girlfriend.

"Britt!" Santana smiled and hooked her arm through mine. "Guess what? My mom texted me and said I got a letter from the University of Chicago. I think this is it."

Was it possible to feel sad and happy at the same time? I knew that was Santana's acceptance letter and I knew that I was one step closer to being separated from her. "I'm sure it is. Your quest to becoming commercial queen is about to start."

"We'll see." Santana shook her head and let out a soft laugh. I think part of her didn't want to go to Chicago anymore. Or maybe that was just me wishing that.

Mr. Shue came in told everyone to sit down so the could get started. I really hope I had a letter waiting form me when I got home.

###

After school, we went to Santana's house to look at the letter. She had actually gotten two but her mom only mentioned Chicago. The other one was for Columbia and I felt a big bubble of hope build inside me.

"You got into the New York school!"

I was so happy because there was now a possibility for us to be in the same city. For the past few weeks I had gone over and over the media programs from all the schools I had applied to and I was really leaning towards going to New York. I knew Santana had her heart set on Chicago but now there was a chance for New York. Well, if I got in.

"I got in!" She laughed. "I got in! And with a full scholarship!"

"Whoa, that's so great!"

"Come on," she said, "Let's go to your place and see what came in the mail for you."

We rushed over to my house to find it empty. My sister had a big game across town and they'd all be home late. I checked the mail and I had three letters. "Oh wow! Finally!"

Santana snatched them away from me and went to the living room. "Let's see what you got." We sat on the couch and Santana pulled out the first one. "It's from USC." She opened the envelope and took out a letter. "Hmm…, it says here that…."

I felt like I was going to explode from not knowing. "Come on, Santana," I whined.

She smiled and handed me the letter. "You got in."

I snatched the letter and read it. I got in. I got in to a school that had the top film and media programs in the country. "Holy shit."

Santana turned to me and gave me a big smile. "I'm so proud of you. I knew you'd get in."

I couldn't stop smiling, I was so happy and Santana being proud of me made me feel so good inside. "Thanks."

She winked at me and I felt myself blush. "OK," she said, "Let's see what this letter says." She pulled out the second one. "NYU, and they say…." She took out he letter and read it. "You got in!"

I snatched that letter away to see it for myself. "Holy shit, again!"

"Coast to coast acceptance," Santana said, "Just what you wanted."

It was what I wanted and now I just had to choose. I got that feeling again that I've been having lately. That feeling that time was running out. I looked at Santana and she was smiling but I could tell she wasn't totally happy. "What about the last one?"

"Oh, right," She took out the last letter. "M.I.T? Are they still bugging you?"

I groaned. "Yes. I told them I'd take their dumb math test. Oh! Which reminds me, they are paying for my whole trip out there for a weekend and they said I could bring anyone I want. So, what do you say? Free trip?"

"Wait, so you are not going to this school but still taking this test? Why?"

"Duh, for the free trip," I said, "Come on, let me take you on a trip. They said the test usually takes three hours but I bet you I can do it in half the time."

Santana laughed and shook her head. "My little genius. And yes, I'd love to go on a trip with you."

I leaned in and kissed her. "Awesome."

She kissed me back then pulled away, her smile gone. "So, I guess we really are going to different cities."

And just like that, my own smile was gone. "Colombia is a great school."

"It is, but I have a full scholarship to U of C and while my mom would be able to afford Colombia, I'd rather she give me some of that money and the rest she can save for her retirement."

"Makes sense." She did have a point. Santana's family had money for sure, but Santana and her mom weren't as rich as the rest. Sure, by Lima standards they were wealthy but by the Lopez family standards, they were just getting by. "Well, I guess we have a lot of planing to do for the school year. Lots of couples do long distance, we can too."

She nodded and tried to smile. "It's going to work because we love each other and we are not like other couples. We're perfect for each other."

"The best most perfect couple." I said.

We were going to be fine. Yeah, we were going to be fine.

###

By the middle of the Spring semester, everyone had gotten an acceptance somewhere. Kurt got rejected from that fancy pants Paris fashion school so he was going to go to some fashion school in New York. Mike and Sugar both got into schools in Chicago and I was so glad that Santana would have some Glee friends there. Mercedes and Artie were both going to L.A. to study music and directing and it made me wonder if maybe I should go to LA instead of New York.

Tina, Sam and Puck were going to stay in McKinley another year. Tina and Sam because there were only Juniors and Puck because he flunked out. That's what he gets for skipping class so much.

Everyone was spreading out all over the country and I just really hoped that we'd all stay in touch.

I walked into the classroom where we had out weekly student council meetings and was glad these were almost over. Principle Figgins had repeatedly rejected my request to replace the whole council with more competent members. So, I was stuck with the bonehead squad. Today's agenda item was Prom.

"Dinosaurs!"

"Excuse me?" the girl that looked like Rachel asked. I think her name was….no, I have no idea.

"Dinosaurs," I repeated, "This year's prom will be pre-historic. Picture it…styrofoam dinosaurs, cavemen and women outfits, large…"

"Wait, wait," the guy whose name I think was Brian said, "I thought we were going to do an ice theme."

"No, that's boring. We're doing dinosaurs and that's the final word." I didn't give them a chance to say anything and just left. I didn't have time to argue and it was my call anyway.

I rushed over to the choir room and announced my idea. Some were confused, some were a little upset and others thought it was a great idea. Well, mainly Santana but Quinn did just smile and nod.

"It's going to be a great prom," Santana said, "You'll see."

"You're just saying that because it's your girlfriend's idea," Artie said.

Santana shook her head. "No. Well, maybe a little but it is a great and original idea. You all can't see it but I can promise you, Brittany will deliver."

That's why Santana was be best girlfriend. She never doubted me and went along with my crazy ideas because she knew what I meant. I didn't think the same as other people and sometimes my ideas seemed crazy, until they weren't. Santana knew that and she defended my ideas. I loved her for that.

"Oh, and Kurt, if you bring Blaine, tell him to ease up on the hair gel," I said, "It didn't exist back then, and it won't exist in my prom."

"Excuse me?" Kurt asked, confused.

"Final word," I said and turned my attention to other questions. I knew that ruled didn't make sense since everything about prom didn't exist back then but I just hated all that gel Blaine wore. I was honestly shocked he hadn't gone bald yet.

By the end of Glee, I had managed to convince a few that my idea was a good one. Things would be so much easier if people just listen to me.

###

"How about this one?"

I looked up at Santana holding a blue, strapless dress with shiny fake diamonds on the neckline. We were at the mall shopping for our prom dresses since prom was in a few days. The weeks preparing for for the dance had been hectic. In that time I had officially decided to go to New York for school. L.A. had a great program too but New York was just as good. And it was closer to Santana.

I shook my head. "I don't think I want strapless. I want something different. And something that will go with a little hat."

She laughed and put the dress back on the rack. "OK, well, you've said no to every dress so far. You might as well wear a tux."

I smiled and jumped up a little, "Yes! I should wear a tux…wait, I do want to wear a dress though. I got it! I'll wear a tuxedo-dress! With a little top hat!"

Santana laughed harder and shrugged her shoulders. "If that's what you want, do it."

I stepped closer to her and leaned on one of the dress racks. "You're not afraid it'll clash with your red dress?"

"I don't care about us making the top fashion lists," she said, "As long as we go together, I don't care what we wear."

"You care a little," I teased her with a smile.

"OK, maybe a little," she said shyly, "But, if you want to wear a dress-tux, I'm sure you'll look really hot."

"Oh, I totally will." I winked at her and leaned in for a quick kiss. "Come on, looks like we have to hit up the men's department. I just got a vision of exactly what I want."

Santana just stared at me with a smile that started to turn sad. "I love you, Brittany and I can't wait to go to prom with you. But...I don't…I don't want high school to be over because then…"

"Hey, no." I took her hands. "We said we wouldn't talk about that yet. We know it's coming but, not for a few more months so let's not get sad before we have to, OK? Just happy right now."

She sighed and nodded. "Just happy."

###

On the day of prom, I spent most of the day making sure everything was being set up right. I didn't trust anyone to do anything right. I'm pretty easy going and don't like conflict, but when I'm in charge of planning important things, I tend to go a little….umm, controlling. Just a little.

When it was time to leave for prom, I insisted that I be the one picking up Santana. Abuela Lopez was long gone and didn't plan to return to Lima until the day of graduation. Santana still hadn't told her and that was fine. It didn't bother me. Abuela Lopez was like a stick of dynamite you had to handle carefully and Santana was the only one who should handle her.

I smoothed out my blue dress and adjusted my bow tie. My white tux jacket fit perfectly and I couldn't be happier with my outfit. Santana hadn't seen it yet and I really hoped she liked what I put together. I adjusted my white mini-top hat and walked out of my room.

"Brittany!" my mom shouted, "What time is Santana getting here?"

"Mom, I told you. I'm picking up Santana in the limo I rented. It's waiting for me outside." I raced down the stairs only to find my dad blocking the front door. "Dad! I have to go."

My mom came from the living room and joined my dad at the door. "We're going with you."

"Say what?"

"Listen, young lady," my mom began, "This is your high school prom and your father and I have been looking forward to seeing you and your date off to the prom. I need to take pictures. I've already started a scrapbook."

"Mom," I whined.

"So, your father and I will follow the limo to Santana's house," she continued, "And we will see you and your girlfriend and take pictures."

"What about Andi?"

"She's at a sleepover," my dad said.

I groaned. There was no way around this. "Fine." I went out to the limo, with my parents right behind me.

###

I walked up to Santana's door with my parents right behind me. I loved my parents but I hated how they were always embarrassing me.

"Pierce! Did you change the batteries on the camera?" My mom asked in a loud whisper.

"Yes! And I brought a backup camera." My dad whispered, even louder.

I rolled my eyes and turned around. "I know you're there so stop trying to you're ninjas."

My mom just hushed me and pointed to the door. "Go, don't be late."

I turned to the door and rang the doorbell. Maribel opened the door with a big smile.

"Brittany! Well, look at you," she beamed, "When Santana told me you'd be wearing a tuxedo-dress, I wasn't sure what to expect. But this? This is a great look."

I smoothed out my light blue dress then adjusted my jacket. "Thanks. I'm pretty proud of what I put together."

"Doesn't she look gorgeous?" My dad asked from behind me. It was then that Mrs. Lopez finally realized I wasn't alone. "I bet Brittany looks prettier than Santana."

"Dad!" I almost shouted.

"I'm just saying," he shrugged.

Maribel looked past me at my parents and smiled. "Whitney, Pierce. I wasn't expecting you."

My mom walked past me and went inside. "I wasn't going to miss my baby girl going off to prom with her date. Come on Pierce!"

My dad gave Maribel an apologetic smile and followed my mom. Even though Maribel and my parents hung out with each other and had a lot of the same friends, I always got this vibe that she and my mom were in some secret competition with each other. It was weird.

"Sorry," I said.

"Don't worry about it," Maribel smiled, "Let me get my daughter. Come in."

I had been so distracted by my parents that I didn't realize how nervous I was until Maribel invited me in. My stomach felt like there were a million buzzing bees inside.

"Santana!" Maribel shouted up the stairs, "Brittany is here.

I looked up the stairs and saw Santana slowly appear. When I saw her it was like I forgot how to breath. She looked so beautiful. We had decided not to show each other our dresses and only told each other the color. Seeing her in her perfectly fitted red dress, made me grin. I really had the world's most beautiful girlfriend.

"Hi," she said with a shy smile as she came down the stairs.

"Hi," I breathed.

She made it down and stood in front of me, both of us smiling like fools. "You look amazing, Britt." She reached up and straightened my bow tie. "I love your little hat."

"You look amazing," I told her, "Perfect."

We started to lean in for a kiss when a flash of light almost blinded us. Then another. My dad had started taking pictures.

"These are going to come out so good!" he said and kept on clicking on the camera.

"Dad! You're blinding us." I said covering my eyes.

"OK, OK, " Maribel said, "Let's take a few pictures of the girls then let them go not their way."

"You're just trying to kick us out," my mom said.

"You know that's not true," Maribel said, "I'm sure the girls are eager to get to the dance."

"We are!" Santana and I said at the same time.

I turned to Santana. "I'm so sorry," I said softly, "My parents aren't very good ninjas. They just really wanted pictures of us."

She gave me that smile that was only for me. "It's fine. Let's get this picture thing over with and we can get in that limo and be alone."

I smiled an nodded. We had the whole night together and a few more minutes of dealing with my parents didn't seem so bad.

A/N: I'm so sorry for the late update. I sprained my wrist and I'm still working on getting it better. Not to mention work has been insane. Thank you all following, reviewing and marking this story as a fave. I hope to get back to regular Sunday updates soon. It's just taking way longer to type now. :)