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After Santana found her way back to Quinn's, she let herself cry. Quinn had left a note for her on the counter knowing she would probably be back, and informed her she had a date and wouldn't be back until late. Santana was glad. She needed the silence.

Her mind felt like it was running a marathon. And at the end of each race, there was Brittany. If she read the journals, Brittany. If she buried herself in her work, it was because of Brittany. And if she just pasted out and tried to sleep, she would certainly dream of Brittany. But when you spend so much time loving someone as much as Santana loved Brittany, there was nothing better to think of. Except right now of course.

Brittany had confessed that she had done wrong and even before she did, Santana had forgiven her. She knew the moment she met Brittany's eyes that the girl regretted everything. But that didn't take the sting out her wound. She knew Brittany was going to have to earn her trust again. She just hoped that she could put up wall that Brittany was willing to climb. And from her declaration earlier, Santana was certain she would.

She worked on her assignments for about an hour before the journals sitting next to her started to feel like an open flame. She dropped her pen and quickly reached for the one sitting on top, but hesitated as the material seemed to burn her hand.

She grasped it and slide the white faced journal in front of her and took a deep breath as she opened it to the first page that contained any writing. Santana's insides melted as she immediately recognized Brittany's handwriting. She had the nicest penmanship and Santana had always thought it was cute how much exaggeration Brittany had put into some of her letters. Most of the time Santana just scribbled because she was so used to taking notes so quickly.

Santana,

Today is the first day I'm on tour. Things around here are really exciting and the bus all the dancers are staying on is really cool. Everyone has been really nice and accepting so far. The only thing missing is you.

A year is a long time away from each other, but I picked up this journal so that I could give it back to you. Somehow how I feel like it'll help us get this time back when this tour is over. I know it's not time spent together, but they're memories I want to share with you. Maybe you have the same idea.

This next year is going to suck without you, but I know that it'll benefit us in the future somehow.

I promise to write to you every day no matter what. There will be 365 days' worth of writing in here.

I love you Santana Lopez, until infinity…

From beyond,

Brittany

Santana smiled at how Brittany could make something written so simply, mean so much. Every word meant something and that's what Santana loved. Brittany hated writing. She had refused to take notes during her college classes and Santana rarely got her to write a grocery list in anything other than crayon. So it meant a lot that Brittany put in that effort to try and make her words to Santana more…real.

The rest of Santana's day was spent reading Brittany's journals. The blonde was right. Some of them were a sentence and some of them were pages and pages long. It could be as simple as her saying I miss you, or it was as complex as the ten page rant Brittany went on about how they should have swans at their wedding because she heard they meant true love forever.

All of them, short or long, touched Santana. Brittany had written that this was supposed to give them their year back and it was. She just wished Brittany was next to her, reading over her shoulder and pointing out how she actually felt that day.

After she finishes the first journal she starts the next. It picks up into month four of her tour and first page is a simple, I can't wait for tomorrow. Santana looks at the date and smiles. It was the day before the first time she had gone and visited her.

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Santana got off her plane and headed to the arena Brittany had said they were setting up to perform at. She wanted to see Brittany before going to the hotel she had booked.

The arena wasn't that big and it didn't take Santana long to find where the buses were parked. She pulled out her phone to call Brittany and tell her she was here, but decided to tease her instead.

After one ring, the other line came on and Santana heard Brittany's every so familiar voice. "Hey babe, are you here yet?"

Santana smirked to herself. "No. My flight actually got delayed. I'm still at JFK." She heard Brittany sigh on the other end and whimper.

The line stayed quiet, Santana spoke first "Britt you can still talk to me, it's gonna be awhile and I want to talk while you're not busy."

"How do you know I'm not busy?" Brittany was catching on to Santana's pranks.

"There's no background noise and you've yawned three times, which means you're probably laying down, assumingly on the tour bus."

"Well you may be assumingly right." She giggled.

"So what bus are you on? I mean what does it look like so I know when I get there?" Santana started walking slowly towards the buses.

"I'm on number four. It has a four on the door, but I'm not meeting you at the buses. I'm meeting you around front." Santana could sense Brittany's hesitance. She knew she was up to something, so Santana rushed to the bus with a four printed on the door and stood outside of it.

"Well it's always good to know." She opened the door and quietly stepped into the bus. It smelled really bad and was cluttered to no end with clothes and stuff like ace bandages and unfrozen ice packs.

"Ryan's probably here to get me for a warm-up. I guess I'll talk to you later." She stepped further into the center of the bus and heard shuffling behind the curtain but she stayed quiet. "Santana are you still there?" Santana hit the end call button and heard her fiancé sigh in frustration.

Santana knocked on the table and saw the curtain move and there was a rustle like she was putting on shoes or something. She knocked again and Brittany yelled from behind the hanging material. "I'm coming, give me a sec." A couple of seconds later she threw back the curtain and was zipping up her jacket. Her hands froze as she saw Santana, not Ryan, standing before her.

They embraced tightly and Santana could feel Brittany's hands roaming all over her body. She found herself doing the same. "You're such a meanie for doing that to me San." Santana grinned and kissed her.

"I'm sorry." She touched the end of her nose and then kissed it. "I'm really happy to see you though"

Brittany crashed their lips together and pushed Santana until the back of her knees gave way. She was now seated on the couch with Brittany straddling her hips. Her kisses were frantic and Santana knew they needed this, but she wasn't completely comfortable doing it on a tour bus that didn't have a lock on the door.

She pulled back and pushed Brittany back with her arms "Britt, trust me I don't want to stop, but someone could walk in." Brittany nodded and kissed her once more before getting up. "Come see me though, after your show tonight." She handed Brittany a slip of paper with the name of the hotel on it. "Call me later okay?"

Brittany kissed her and Santana cupped her cheek. This time they were broken apart by whom Santana assumed was Ryan. He stood awkwardly on the steps and gulped. "Britt, we're uh starting the uh- warm-ups."

"Okay I'll be there in a minute." Ryan stepped out and closed the door behind him. "I have to go, but I'll call you when I'm done and meet you here." She held up the paper and then slipped it in her bra.

She leaned over to kiss Santana once more and then before she knew it, Brittany's warmth was gone and the door of the bus shut.

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Santana could spend the rest of her life re-living that day, because that night was one of the best in her life. She and Brittany broke a lot of records but it wasn't just about that. It was love after so long. And the way they expressed how much they missed each other just happened to be the most pleasurable experience Santana had ever had.

She turned the page and smiled. Brittany had kept the little slip of paper with the hotel's name written on it. She had taped it in and written a couple of pages about how they spent their night.

The next day's entry sparked her attention though. She had left after that incredible night because she had classes to attend and the tear stains on the page showed just how upset Brittany had been about it. Her handwriting was sloppy and it wasn't long.

Santana,

You left this morning. I went with you to the airport and then waited to leave until your flight took off. I wish you could have stayed longer, but I understand you have classes.

Last night was the most incredible night of my life, aside from when we found out we got into college and you promised me infinity. But being with you like that after so much time really felt special.

I love you so much and everyday I'm without you feels like a war. But I know after the war, I'll come home and we can live like never before. And every night can be like yesterday.

Through infinity,

Brittany

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It took her until two in the morning but she was determined to finish the journals and she finally did. She had read every word Brittany had written her, but couldn't help but notice one page towards the end that was torn out. She knew exactly which one it was and was glad Brittany had torn it out.

She relaxed herself on the couch and finally fell asleep. After dedicating herself to reading a year of Brittany, Santana found herself thinking about anything but the blonde.

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And the wedding is in like half an hour...I'm not okay right now. So any errors, are for my delusional state of mind.