Santana's POV

Brittany's words hit me like a cold winter air in a summer day. Every syllable making a remarkable exemption inside my brain, like every letter were searing straight to something deeper that I couldn't even identify. Hearing her voice an octave higher made my blood vessels tremble with guilt and fear at the same time, it was unbelievably distracting and unusual. The roaring of an animal inside my chest got even louder when I realised that she once again disappeared on one of the glass door.

My eyelids began drifting downwards just when I realized I was standing in the middle of the road, random people giving me weird looks in the process. A deep breath calmed my throbbing chest for a second before I found myself making my way out the coffee shop with my suitcase hanging on my side, holding a cup of coffee on the other. When I managed to enter the coffee shop, I tried my best to keep my eyes on the ground even it kinda hurts knowing that Brittany choses Miranda over me, I'm her wife for Christ sake. And for a moment I was about to forget that this was just a deal, and I just can't. When I finally held my things securely wrapped around my body, I can feel the unfamiliar atmosphere clouding the four corners, and I really don't trust my senses when I was finally by the door, the handle seemed to be a lot colder around my fingers as the thought of what if ever I turned my head ; what could be the possible view my eyes could landed on, the other part of my brain was urging me to see that laps of ocean reflecting the perfect colour of summer sky watching me leave and yet the other half won.

I didn't even look at her when I walked out the door.

Two more turns and I'm finally home, there's the soft melody playing inside the cab filling my ears and this time I didn't fight the closing of my eyes, the scenarios of what happened this past few weeks constantly playing inside my head, with just one blink of an eye – I'm married.

Seemingly out of nowhere my phone buzzed inside my pocket, tracing me out of my daze. My fingers were practically trembling when I held my phone and the capitalized MOM appeared in green bold letters.

Can't wait to see you and Britt.

"Fuck." I all but sigh, the cab driver even gave me a confused look just in time the vehicle took another left, I can almost see the roof our house giving that familiar lump in my throat.

Brittany's POV

"Bye!" I waved one last time before Miranda completely disappeared inside the taxi cab.

Miranda was my ex-girlfriend. Silly is that she's still my best friend and no other thing would change that, the moment I broke up with her, there's one thing I promised her and that's the plan of being the best friend of them all. But when my parents died, she was too broken seeing me ride the plans of life.

All this time, I thought that walking away from this play will make everything okay, I was incredibly wrong. Miranda held my hand when I emerged from the door and sat beside me, I was in a complete rage when Santana appeared out of nowhere and just talked like that. Like whom the hell she thinks she is?

I found myself just staring at Miranda when she told me that she still loves me and that she misses me so bad. And if it wasn't the fact that she knows that I'm married then she would've done everything to get me back. There's my confession hanging on the tip of my tongue, I could actually tell her that there's nothing she have to worry about, Santana's not my wife, well technically she is but… things are just highly complicated. And I really don't want her to expect anything from me, I don't want her thinking that I still have this mad feelings for her.

I can hear the soft scratching of my sneakers against the cemented ground along with the honking of trucks from afar, my hands jammed so deeply into the back pockets of my skinny jeans and my breath coming out in a steady rhythm. Just when I was about to take a left someone shoved me on the shoulder causing me to almost lose my balance.

"What the hell?" I hissed onto the air.

"Hey."

"Santana?" I gasped. "I thought you already left?" I asked, stopping our trance.

She just shrugged before pulling me on the roadside. I frowned before pulling my hands away from her grasp, Santana just stare at me, her eyes pleading and I don't think I have seen her like this. She looks so vulnerable and weak.

"What do you want?" I hissed crossing my arms over my chest.

"Look, I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. I didn't mean to. It's just… I don't know. Maybe I'm just tired is all." She mumbled barely above whisper, her eyes fixated on the ground. "I know you're still mad at me, and I really don't know how to make it up to you but… like what I said I'll do everything." she croaked. "But please… please come with me. Everybody has been expecting you, not just me."

"Everything?" I challenged with a quirked brow. Santana looked at me with a confused look but nodded anyways.

"Okay." I concluded with a nod, a devilish smirk plastered on my lips.

"Wait." Santana pulled me once again, her fingers encircling around my wrist. "By me saying 'everything' what does that mean to you exactly?"

"You'll know." I smiled almost instantly.

In a split second, a cab halts just right in front of us. And Santana literally pushed me inside the yellow car and I can't help but groan loudly when my head hit the roof.

"Put this on." she panted, fishing out a pair of sunglasses from her pouch shoving it into my fingers. "And apply this, on your arms, on your face. Just apply it." She added with a strong voice, watching my every move.

"And why would I apply this?" I asked bewilderedly, raising the bottle she just handed me.

"Who do you think would believe you that you just had the most amazing and mind blowing honeymoon in Hawaii with your skin that pale?"

My lower lip jutted out. "That makes sense."

"Here, let me help you." she mumbled yanking the bottle out of my hand and squeezing a fair amount on her palm before lathering it on both hands. "They have been texting and calling me for years now." she mumbled leaning in.

I can't help but hold my breath when her tanned fingers made contact with the soft skin of my cheeks. She's been saying something I can't exactly figure out, even how much I try I can't concentrate on whatever she was trying to say when she got her breath hitting my upper lip just like that. She got her brows knitted lightly on concentration. There's the small amount of sweat dwelling on the corner of her brows and the silver like glow of her cheeks is just breath taking.

"That'll work." She said biting her lip when she got her thumb running across my chin, almost hitting the corner of my mouth.

"Yea, that'll work." I choked at my own words when our eyes met. It felt like years since I felt that light tingles when I got the chance to look at those deepest shades of brown.

"We should put some… here too." She mumbled when her eyes dropped on my neck. "Tilt your head." She choked and I obeyed, tilting my head upwards.

Her fingertips were burning against the expanse of my neck, I believe that Santana was also trying to hold her breath for it ghosts against my skin in a shaky pattern. A subtle moan escaped my lips when her fingers brushed ever so lightly on my pulse point. My chest began pounding and it seemed like everything went mute and nothing but the banging of my chest resonating in my ear and if it wasn't for the loud roaring of the vehicle then Santana might have heard it already.

"Here, too." She murmurs lowly, her palm smoothing on my shoulders. It felt so strange that my body temperature gets a hundred degrees higher every time she moves up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down.

Up and down.

"Santana." I moaned. My eyes widened when Santana's hand froze just above my collarbone, mere inches away from my breast and a questioning look was written all over her face.

Spell A-W-K-W-A-R-D

"We're here." The taxi driver announced all of a sudden. Santana automatically composed herself and her hands automatically went for the handle, opening it widely. And with a deep breath, I wore the sunglasses she handed me before mirroring her actions.

My chest was still banging impossibly fast when I went out the cab, and there's Santana waiting for me, her hand hanging in the air. "C'mon." she urged and with my lips pressed together I managed to squeeze out. It was actually really awkward for there's no sign of awkwardness on Santana's face.

"Did… did you hear m-me?" I asked lowly, when I was about one and a half steps away from her.

"Hear you what?" Santana asked with furrowed brows as she held my hand and laced our fingers.

I really don't know if Santana was just playing the innocent card or she didn't really hear it. I'm confused, so I just shrugged and I felt her fingers tightened around mine.

Was that a yes?

God!

"Woa! Brittany, you look… freshly tanned." Yolanda gasped when her eyes landed on me and Santana.

You have no idea! I whined internally instead I just sent her a small smile.

"And Santana…" she greeted when she eyed her daughter. "You look… you look exactly the same." Yolanda mumbled and I can't help but snicker lightly, Santana nudging me on the shoulder.

"Thanks mom!" Santana mumbled sarcastically beside me.

"I'm just kidding, silly. You both look amazing." She laughed before pulling Santana and I by the wrist.

Yolanda literally pulled us towards the living room where Anita has been waiting, a grin plastered on her face. This time, I started to wonder where Santana's father could always possibly be.

"Santana, your father told me something important." Yolanda said seriously when she managed to sit across Santana and I.

By that, automatically my heart once again started pounding. Fuck! What if Miguel told them that this isn't real? God! What if they send me to jail? Oh my god!

"What is it?" Santana asked confidently, yet I felt the sudden clamminess of her fingers around mine.

"It's been a long time since we agreed on something."

"O. kay?"

"At first I can't believe that you actually do it. I can't believe that it did actually cross your mind."

I can feel the different air clouding the four of us. Santana sent me a quick glance before adjusting her seat and I did the same. Yolanda kept her eyes on Santana and me whilst fidgeting the armrest.

"I don't know what you were saying, mom." Santana sighed, her voice cracking.

Yolanda let a breathy sigh escaped her lips. "I made a little investigation in your flat in Boston."

"What?" Santana whined in an instant. "Why would you do that?"

"I'm your mom, of course I'll do it." Yolanda argued and Santana just let out a loud groan. "I can't believe that you actually married Brittany to what? Live in that small space? Stuff your clothes in a small, single closet? So your father decided to give you girls…. This" she sighed with a smile before taking the small box from Anita's fingers. "It's a small gift from me and your father."

"What's this?" we asked in unison when there's a small key inside the blue box.

"You'll find out." They both smiled.

"Wait. That's what dad told you?" Santana asked right after handing me the key.

"Yea, he actually did give me the idea." Yolanda grins.

"Thank God!" We sighed in unison, the elder women both sent us an incredulous look and we just shrugged.

That was close.

So close.

"So how's Hawaii?"

This is going to be a long day.