Celebrating
Santana opened her front door to greet her persistent visitor. Whoever had been ringing the damn doorbell was mashing it with all their might, and continued to do so until the door was opened with a tiny "creeeeek", and suddenly Santana had a face full of blonde hair and arms filled with Brittany as she launched herself inside and up against Santana, hugging her tight.
" I - I got - I can't believe that I - " Santana interrupted her with a finger to her lips, hugging her back just as tightly and laughing and grinning along with her even if she didn't yet know why. Brittany's happiness had always been contagious.
"Breathe, baby. Breathe in deep and then tell me."
"I GOT INTO THE DANCE SCHOOL!" Brittany shouted up into the ceiling, most likely to avoid blowing out her girlfriend's eardrums. 'And thank god for that,' Santana thought to herself, before what the girl had said caught up with her. And suddenly she exploded, her grin splitting wider than ever before.
"You got into Julliard? BRITTANY! This is huge! I knew they were going to like your tape, and when they called you to New York to audition I TOLD you that - ohmigod I'm so mpppf -
Brittany cut her off with a fierce kiss, but pulled away briefly to ask almost as an afterthought, "and you got into NYU, right?"
"Of course, B, you knew that. But even if I didn't, you know I'd follow you anywhere."
Brittany kissed her again, more deeply than before, and began backing them up to the staircase. When Santana's legs hit the bottom stair she pulled away and all but growled,
"I'm going to carry you upstairs, and I'm going to show you all the moves I have that wouldn't have got me into Julliard."
"Oh baby," Santana purred with a teasing grin, "I love it when you talk dancer to me."