I've never really written anything before so… yeah.
I do not own Glee or Brittana or butterflies or dinosaurs or big big animals.
The Last Night.
This is the moment I've dreaded all summer. Santana is leaving for New York tomorrow. I've never quite imagined my life without her before. Why would I? Every step in my life has involved her, who would have thought it'd be different someday? Certainly not me. But here I am in Santana's arms tonight for the last time.
"We're not breaking up, Brittany." She says.
I find it quite hard to believe. Santana's smart and beautiful and talented. And New York has thousands of smart and beautiful and talented girls. I'm just Brittany. Brittany, the dumb girl that didn't graduate. How can I compete?
After what seems like hours, I notice her staring at me. I figure she's waiting for me to say something, or maybe she's just staring me for the sake of staring at me. She does that sometimes.
"I know." I finally say. I'm not being very convincing and she knows I'm being insecure again.
"The first time I saw you", she starts and then stops. She takes my hand and entwines our fingers. I can't help but smile. Every touch feels so electric when I'm with her. Always.
"You… I just… I never thought you would be such an important part of my life, Brittany. The way I feel right now, in your arms, is the happiest I've ever felt. You are the one I fell in love with. I'm not exactly sure when it happened. Maybe it was when I was six and you kissed me on the cheek for the first time."
"You are the best friend I've ever had, San! Thank you!"
Brittany threw herself in Santana's arm and then kissed her cheek. Santana had barely helped her with her counting; she didn't really expect a thank you kiss. No one has ever kissed her on the cheek before, besides her parents and sometimes her old uncles and aunts. It never was very pleasant. Actually, she hated when anyone kissed her on the cheek. This felt different though. She remembered how one day she asked her mom about butterflies flying in tummies. Her mom had laughed and told her people felt butterflies in their tummies when they were really happy.
She understood how it felt now. Brittany had kissed her on the cheek and she felt butterflies and dinosaurs and big big animals in her tummy. She was extremely happy.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure my heart knew I was meant to love you forever then. It took me years and years to accept that Brittany S. Pierce would be the one to hold my heart. Now that I have, you have to know that no one will ever have my heart. It is yours, Brittany. I never want you to give it back to me. I know how cliché I sound right now, but you're it for me. We're only eighteen but it doesn't matter how young we are, because when you find a love like ours, nothing and no one can tear that apart. I love you and next year we'll be, like we are right now, in each other's arms. Except we'll be in New York."
Sometimes I ask myself what I did to deserve her. Sometimes people would say that Santana's lucky to have me, but they're so wrong. I am the lucky one.
"So, like I said earlier, we're not breaking up", she finishes.
"I know." This time I say it sincerely. "But, if I hear that some New York lebanese tried to steal you from me, there'll be some serious ass kicking!"
"I'd like to see that." She laughed.
"San?"
"Yes?"
"You're it for me too."