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"Are you sure about not changing seats? You've been driving for a while, Quinn." Santana utters.
"Nah, I'm good and it's only about half an hour more. Besides you've got to reserve your energy for later." Quinn chuckles with her eyes still on the road and receives a curious look from the brunette.
"Care to expound on that?"
"Well, knowing the people who will be attending Becca's party, they would probably drag you away from Brittany as soon as we get there and ask you about anything they could get their hands on."
Santana's eyebrows scrunch in confusion. "That sounds bad."
Quinn laughs. "Don't worry about them, they don't bite. People love Brittany in our town, so it's normal for them to try to get to know you."
"I won't get death threats, right?" Santana comments with a laugh and sneaks a look on her phone.
"I don't think so. I'm not so sure about the Pierces though."
Santana instantly stops laughing and stares at the chuckling blonde beside her. "Wait. What? What do you mean by that? Are they that overprotective of Brittany? Oh my god, what do I-"
Quinn laughs out loud as she steers the car to left. "Calm down, Santana. I'm just kidding! The Pierces are nice, jolly people."
"Ugh. Don't scare me like that. I almost thought of exiting this car ninja mode while it's still running." Santana jests then sighs deeply. She looks over her shoulder to see Brittany sleeping peacefully at the backseat, making the brunette smile to herself in adoration.
"It's amazing, isn't it?" Quinn remarks with a big smile on her face.
"What is?" Santana replies with her gaze still fixated on her girlfriend.
"That you two are together right now. It's serendipity at its finest."
Santana chuckles and faces Quinn again. "Yeah. You could say that. I couldn't be happier right now, actually." She smiles to herself. "I mean, I hope that's not a weird thing to say to someone you've just met a few hours ago. Let alone, my girlfriend's best friend."
"Not at all." Quinn replies and sneaks a glance at a still dead asleep Brittany. "I've never seen her so happy, you know."
Santana's eyebrows raise and turns her full attention on Quinn. "Really? Ever?"
"Ever." Quinn comments nonchalantly.
After a complete minute of no one talking to the other, Quinn finally looks at her right to see Santana staring at her, as if waiting for her to say something else. Or more.
"Are you okay? Is there something on my face?"
"Y-Yeah. Something just came up in my mind." Santana utters, unsure on how to go about this.
"Oh. What is it then?"
Santana pauses for a moment to think about the implications of what she's about to do next. She promised herself that she'll wait for the perfect time to ask something about Brittany's past. The ex-fiancé, to be exact. And what better way to bring it up, or rather, who is better to ask about it than Brittany's best friend?
Santana takes a deep breath and scoots closer to Quinn. Doing a quick glance at the back seat to see Brittany lightly snoring and probably dreaming about ducks and unicorns.
"Well, there's something I've been meaning to ask Britt but I haven't really gotten the chance to. I mean, it's pretty trivial but there really hasn't been a goo-"
"Amanda." Quinn smugly declares with a smirk on her face as she cuts the brunette off.
Like clockwork, they both sneak a look at the backseat again. Quinn, with the use of the rearview mirror and Santana, not so subtly facing the sleeping blonde in full. After making sure that the girl is still asleep for probably the hundredth time and won't be privy to the undercover conversation that's about to happen, they go back to their respective positions before sharing a knowing look as if they've known each other for years.
"Exactly. Her." Santana treads lightly, with both their attentions directed in front of them. Somehow pretending that this conversation is some kind of a covert operation.
"Okay. What about her?"
"Well, Brittany doesn't really talk about her. So, I guess I can't help but be curious about the girl. I mean, they were about to get married, altar and all."
Quinn sarcastically chuckles. "Maybe Brittany just wants to leave the past behind."
Santana's eyebrows scrunch in confusion, seemingly unconvinced by the statement. She decides to push it further. "I don't know, Quinn. I've probably mentioned a thing or two about my ex to her, for sure. I guess it's kind of weird to me that she hasn't told me anything about Amanda. At all. Well, maybe except that night we met three years ago but that's about it. For starters, I don't know how long they've been together or what Brittany's life was before she met me."
"Four or five years, if I'm not mistaken. And I can honestly say that Brittany's life was crap back then."
"Wait. Four years?!" Santana whispers a little too loud, making the blonde at the backseat jump a little but not quite waking her up. Quinn gives her a look and subtly motions for her to keep it down.
"Four years?!" Santana whispers a little angrily. "That's pretty serious shit. What the hell were they doing? Living together, planning life and shit? And what do you mean by Brittany's life was 'crap'?"
"Well, they were getting married back then so I suppose 'planning life and shit' was definitely on the cards." Quinn retorts and receives an eye roll from Santana which she just brushes off with a small laugh. "But seriously, of course they were. They were living together back then for a while before Amanda proposed."
Santana closes her eyes for a moment to gather herself. All these new details are giving her a little headache. "Okay. This is a whole shitload of information. Can you start from the beginning and don't leave out the 'crap' part because I won't be able to sleep if you do so."
Quinn rolls her eyes and raises both hands in defense. "Look, Santana. It's not my story tell how it was from the beginning. You'll have to ask Brittany that yourself."
"But you've already started it. Might as well continue, right?" Santana grins but Quinn shakes her head sternly.
"You may be likeable and obsessed about MasterChef like I am but there is no way I'm going to betray Brittany like that."
Santana leans back on the driver's seat as she sighs deeply. "Yeah. I'll get back to you on that though."
"Sure. But since you're nice and charming enough throughout this whole ride, I'll let you in on the 'crap' part."
"Really?!" The brunette exclaims and leans closer to Quinn.
"Well, depends on what you have to say about-"
"Stop stalling!" Santana whispers and gets a slight glare from Quinn.
"Okay!" Quinn playfully scoffs back. "Let's just say that Brittany was stuck working in a job she doesn't even want, in a relationship with someone she's not even happy with anymore, in a life someone else is living for her and basically, she was miserable."
"Could you be anymore vague than that, Shakespeare?" Santana mumbles nonchalantly with a raised eyebrow,
Quinn throws her hands in the air. "Dude, you gotta work some stuff on your own here."
Santana pauses for a moment, trying to make sense of everything she's heard so far. "So, if she wasn't happy then why didn't she do anything about it?"
"Oh, she did. That's why she met you, right?"
"Yeah. But I mean, why did she go along with everything instead of-"
"Santana..." Quinn trails off and gives the brunette a look. "Not my story to tell. Go ask her yourself. She'll give you the answers you need."
Santana breathes deeply and thinks about it for a second. Quinn's right. This isn't the right way to go about the whole issue for her. She needs answers from the tons of questions in her mind and the proper thing to do is get it from Brittany herself instead of going behind her back like this. It would be unfair if she did it this way.
"Alright, Quinn." Santana utters and receives a warm smile from the blonde.
They settle in a comfortable silence until a familiar pop song plays and they proceed to sing their hearts out as if nothing happened. After a while, the sound of groaning catches their attention from the backseat and Santana looks behind to see Brittany slowly coming to. She smiles as she watches her girlfriend smile to herself upon waking up while looking out the window, even stretching in the cutest way possible. And okay, who smiles when they wake up? Seriously. Why people do that she'll never know. Oh well. If it wasn't Brittany, she would have thrown a fit.
"Hey, babe." Brittany utters with an angelic smile, rendering Santana speechless by the blonde's beauty.
What good has she done in her life to deserve this?
The sound of Quinn's laugh makes her snap out of it though. Just great. She gives the girl a quick glare before turning back to Brittany. "Hey, Britt. How was sleep?"
"It was great. I dreamt about ducks and unicorns!"
Santana chuckles as her smile widens. "Of course you did."
Brittany nods her head frantically then pops a gum in her mouth before positioning herself in the middle of Quinn and Santana at the back seat.
"B, get back. That's not a safe spot to be in." Quinn quips with her eyes still on the road.
"It's fine, Q. Besides you drive like a grandma on Sunday morning so I doubt I'd go flying when you hit the brakes." Brittany replies nonchalantly while Quinn rolls her eyes in reply. "So, what were you girls talking about while I was asleep? Please don't tell me it's still MasterChef." She adds with a bored tone.
Quinn and Santana instantly share a look that doesn't go unnoticed by Brittany. "What? What is it?" Brittany comments.
Quinn winks at the brunette, letting her know that she's got it. She glances at her best friend from the rearview mirror with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "We were just talking about you, actually."
Santana's eyes widen and subtly nudges Quinn on the shoulder. "W-Well, yeah-"
"I was just telling Santana here about how you always turn into a stripper whenever you get drunk." Quinn utters with a smirk and sees Brittany gaping from the rearview mirror.
"W-What?! Quinn.." Brittany groans as she pinches her best friend on the arm.
"Aw! Don't hurt me or we'll die, B!"
"Wait. A stripper? That's kind of awesome, actually." Santana chimes in and earns a hearty laugh from Quinn then intently listen to them bantering back and forth all the way to their destination.
"Are you ready?" Santana utters as she looks at Brittany.
They pulled over to the Pierces' driveway not more than five minutes ago to see a party in full swing at their lavish garden backyard. It must be the excitement of drinking alcohol that's getting the brunette pumped right now but she swears that she's not freaking nervous.
"Shouldn't I be the one asking that, San?" Brittany replies with a smirk as she holds out her hand for the brunette to hold.
"Maybe." Santana teases and intertwines her fingers with that of Brittany, holding it up and placing a tender kiss just at the top of it.
Brittany blushes at the gesture while finding it hard to hold back the grin forming on her face. She pulls Santana closer towards her and closes the gap for a kiss.
"Ahem..." Quinn clears her throat while sporting a bored expression.
"Yeah.. Sorry but not sorry about that, Quinn." Santana interjects with a wink.
"Whatever. Anyway, this is home for us, Santana. My house is next door." Quinn pauses and looks around her with a smile. "This place never gets old, doesn't it, B?"
"Not at all. I feel like I'm a kid again." Brittany chuckles but suddenly freezes as if a horrifying thought crossed her mind.
"Uh… Are you okay, babe?" Santana utters with genuine concern.
Brittany waves her hand in disregard. "Yeah. I guess it's the nerves of bringing someone home for the first time in a long time."
"Oh." The brunette says with a tone Brittany hasn't heard before.
"N-No! I didn't mean that in a bad way, San. I-"
"Alright, lovebirds." Quinn mumbles under her breath and breaks the tense scene. "For the record, everyone's excited to meet your new girlfriend."
Brittany sighs and squeezes the brunette's hand to make her feel at ease. Great start, Santana sarcastically comments to herself. She brushes it off with a smile and motions for the three of them to go inside.
Shortly after, they enter the house and into the backyard to see a lot of people around. Some laughing, a few dancing, and some seemingly having conversations about anything and everything under the sun.
"Sis!" A familiar voice calls out a few feet away from them.
The three women turn their attention to see Becca with a wide grin coming towards them.
"Hey, B!" Brittany replies, returning the smile and energy.
"Becca, happy birthday!" Quinn exclaims as the younger Pierce proceeds to give them each a hug.
"Santana! I'm so glad you're here!" Becca voices out as she hugs the brunette.
"Of course. You did invite me, right?" Santana utters charmingly while Brittany rolls her eyes as both girls laugh at the exchange.
"My girls are home!" A deep voice coming from behind Becca voices out. They all turn to see a smiling couple. A dapper man with a mix of white and blonde hair that shows his age, followed by a beautiful woman with barely noticeable wrinkles and could certainly pass off as Brittany and Becca's twin.
"Dad! Mom!" Brittany excitedly exclaims as she approaches the older couple and give them both tight hugs.
"Now's your turn to shine, Santana." Quinn leans towards the girl and whispers with a smirk after doing her own greeting with the Pierces.
The scene before her only sinks in after a couple of seconds and actually - for the first time ever - makes her nervous. Here, right in front of her, are her girlfriend's parents both staring at her with hawk eyes. Or maybe that's just the nerves.
"Of course. I got this." Santana mumbles back albeit with a little uncertainty in her voice that Quinn didn't miss at all. Maybe coming home to her girlfriend's hometown wasn't the best decision after all.
"So, is this the beautiful woman you've kept on gushing about for the past three years, honey?" Brittany's mom teases with a grin.
"Mother!" A blushing Brittany counters while sneaking a glare at both blondes behind her, clearly amused.
"Oh, look at you blushing, Britt." Her dad quips and makes the situation all the more awkward. "Anyway, hello there, dear. We're Brittany's parents. I'm Christopher and this is my wife, Annie." The man utters with confidence as he gestures for his wife then holds out his hand for Santana to shake.
"U-Uh.." Santana stutters, staring blankly at the couple in front of her before Brittany clears her throat and motions for the brunette to respond.
"H-Hello, Parents. I-I'm Santana."
A moment of silence ensues. The whole party looks at the brunette, all dumbfounded while she's still unable to say or do something because of how nervous she is. Must be the fact the she's surrounded by blondes. After a while though, everyone laughs their hearts out, even Brittany. Santana forces an ugly ass grin that probably comes out like a face of someone who has diarrhea because Quinn and Becca still can't stop freaking laughing.
"Oh, dear. Not only are you stunning but you're also funny. I can see why our daughter is so fond of you." Annie mentions as she and Christopher chuckle while throwing Brittany a quick look of approval.
"Oh, and I heard you love to cook. Let's talk about that!" Brittany's father adds with a big grin.
After an hour of going around, being introduced to, and talking with various people, Santana has finally gotten a bit comfortable. She's proud to say that she survived a semi-long conversation with Christopher and Annie about something culinary that she has no idea of but nonetheless went with whatever they said. Like she always says, never underestimate the power of nodding and smiling like you freaking know what's up.
Santana also met Sam, Becca's boyfriend. And the younger blonde was right about Brittany putting the fear of god in the guy whenever the dancer is around. The brunette also spent a short time with Quinn and her parents when someone whisked her girlfriend away for a second. She deems it a good job that her girlfriend's best friend and her get along seamlessly.
One thing she noticed about the party was that Quinn's right about everyone being fond of Brittany. Whether it be someone old, their age, teenagers, or even kids, they all like her. Hell, everyone knows her. It amazes her that for the first time in a long while, people who she's having a conversation with actually gush about her girlfriend and not ask her about mundane things about her life. Right now, she's just Santana Lopez not Santana the singer and she loves it. They tell her how great an influence Brittany is to young kids in their town or how sweet she is to the elderly, even helping out on various stuff. To think that she had second thoughts about this trip for a while back there baffles her because right now, she gets to discover a whole new side of Brittany.
But alas, all good things must come to an end. That little bit of utopia awhile back about people not asking her with regard to her personal life and whatnot is freaking over. Here she is in front of three women who all claim to be Becca's friends, all of them prying a little bit too much and basically being annoying to her taste with that faux valley girl accent. She's not even sure how these three random women ended up in front of her.
"So, have you met like, Ryan Gosling or like, Bradley Cooper?" Annoying girl #1 asks with a flirty tone.
"Yeah, or like, Channing Tatum? He's like, super hot!" Annoying girl #2 chimes in.
"Well, I haven-" Santana trails off before being cut off again for the nth time so far in this 3 minute conversation.
"Oh my god! So, like, you and Brittany work together, right? And she's basically met like, other celebrities, right?" Annoying girl #3 exclaims a bit too loud that Santana had to check if her ears are still intact and working.
"U-Uh.." She doesn't even bother to reply because of course, these annoying and flirty girls are like, you know, like super freaking annoying. Why do you need to say "like" after every word?!
Instead of focusing on the pointless conversation these girls are supposedly having with her, she looks up to see that Brittany is nowhere to be found. Last she saw her was at the middle of the garden dancing with elderly women and kids and a few minutes later- Oh, wait. There she is. Standing alone in the corner. Drinking champagne while looking back at her. Santana smiles at her girlfriend who's now walking towards her and- Oh. So, she wasn't actually just looking at her. She's glaring. Dagger eyes and death glare all pointed towards her and the girls in front of her.
Oh, boy.
"H-Hey, Britt." Santana nervously utters while awkwardly forcing a grin when her girlfriend is practically beside her now. Brittany doesn't reply though. She just looks at Santana for a moment then turns all her attention to the women in front of her, with all of them instantly freezing a little.
"Oh, Brittany! Hello the-" Annoying girl #2 speaks out.
"Hello." Brittany says with an icy tone that these clueless women are oblivious to.
"How are-" Annoying girl #1 voices out.
"Good." The blonde again replies with the same tone but this time with a glare that scared Santana a little. "Is there anything I can help you with, ladies?" Brittany adds with a smile as sweet as honey. Probably the poisonous kind if there is such a thing.
"Oh, we're okay. We're just talking here with your pretty girlfr-" Annoying girl #3 counters with a fake smile prior to being cut off once again by Brittany. That's the breaking point.
"Is there anything.." She pauses and places her arm around Santana's waist. "I can help you with?" She adds and raises both eyebrows at the women. Santana gulps loudly, she's not sure what's happening in front of her but it's a safe bet that Brittany's not happy.
Sure enough, the annoying trio hastily disappears shortly without saying anything and for sure, a little shaken up at Brittany's antics.
Santana's almost scared to move. To say something. What the hell, she's freaking terrified to react because it's the first time she's seen Brittany like this. And wow, her girlfriend's scary when she's jealous. After a moment of being left alone, Santana finally braves it and turns her full attention to Brittany who's standing with her arms crossed and still squinting her eyes at the annoying women scurrying away.
"Uhmm.. B-Babe-" Santana treads lightly while biting her lip.
Suddenly, the scary Brittany from awhile ago disappears almost instantly like magic and replaced by the usual chirpy and happy Brittany that everyone is used to.
"Let's dance!" Brittany utters excitedly like nothing happened and drags a gaping Santana who's still a bit confused at what just occurred into the middle of the garden where a few people are using it as a makeshift dance floor.
What the actual fuck? Ugh. Sometimes you get them, sometimes you don't.
After dancing along to a few slow songs and Brittany making sure that no pack of wolves- err.. women would flirt with Santana again, they decide to leave the yard and walk a little around the neighborhood to get away from everyone else, eventually ending up on a boardwalk not too far from the party and with a few yachts around them.
"So, where are we going exactly, Britt?"
"Well, this is the part where I kill you, actually." Brittany smirks and pulls Santana closer by the hand as they walk towards the yacht at the end of the walkway.
Santana feigns shock and they both laugh at their own corny antics. "Has anyone ever told you that you're not funny?"
"Not to boast, but not really."
"Good. Because I'll kick their asses if they say so." The brunette adds and they both laugh some more.
Momentarily, they arrive in front of their destination and Brittany motions for Santana to board it. Sketchy at first but whatever, she relents all the same.
"Wait. You're not really going to kill me, right?"
"You can't possibly be that gullible, San. And that's coming from me." Brittany jests and Santana only rolls her eyes in reply as they climb the stairs leading to something.
Within a minute, they arrive at the rooftop deck of the yacht. Santana really doesn't know anything about ships and boats so for her, this is called the third floor of a water vehicle. As soon as she looks up though, the amazing view renders her speechless as finds herself drawn to the edge of the yacht by the railings to take a better sight. The nighttime only adds effect to the countless stars in the sky and the bright moon that illuminates everything under it. She can't help but awe as she looks down at the various lights from the skyline in front of them. Freaking beautiful.
Brittany smiles to herself and approaches the brunette, hugging her girlfriend from behind and rests her head on the girl's shoulder while looking at the view as well.
"It's so beautiful, Britt."
Brittany kisses her just on top of the shoulder. "Not as beautiful as you, San."
Santana only smiles in reply and they stay like that for a minute or two more, just relaxing in each other's arms and admiring the beauty. Suddenly, the thought of bringing up Brittany's ex-fiancé crosses her mind. Is this the right time to bring it up? Wouldn't it be that much of a mood killer? Well, it is, of course. But it's been bugging her for the longest time now.
Oh, well. Here goes nothing.
"Britt, there's something I want to ask you.." Santana trails off. Brittany, on the other hand, just hums against her skin and waits for the rest of the sentence without looking at her. "Well, you can choose not to answer or say anything. I mean, it's completely up to you and shit-"
"Baby, what is it?" Brittany chuckles and lifts her head up from the brunette's shoulder to face her. Santana sighs deeply and gathers all the courage she could then turns to face Brittany who's still waiting for her to continue with raised eyebrows. "San, you're scaring me. Just spit it out." The blonde adds.
"Well, it's about your ex-fiancé.." Santana mutters under her breath while staring directly into those blue orbs, embracing herself for whatever's coming her way.
But It's been two seconds. Still nothing. Shit.
She waits for the blonde's face to contort into that of someone who's angry. Or for the girl to get so defensive. Or for Brittany to lash out on her. Or.. Or.. Just freaking something because her girlfriend's not really giving her anything right now and it's scaring the hell out of her. Maybe she's prying too much? Maybe it's not right to ask something like that when they're not really that serious yet? They haven't even talk about feelings yet and she's already dropped a bomb like this.
Oh my god. Brittany's gonna break up with her! Oh my god. Oh my god. She can totally see it now. Her life's gonna break apart to pieces. She's probably going to be one of those celebrities who would spiral down a heartbreaking path because of their personal lives. Oh shit. She most likely looks like a janitor fish right now with her mouth open and oh my-
"What about it?" Brittany adds while sporting a sweet smile.
Santana blinks a few times. Her eyebrows are even scrunched together in confusion because not more than a minute ago, she's panicking like a maniac about how Brittany would violently react to her question but instead, good 'ol Brittany is being as sweet as honey with that smile of hers. And to think that she thought that it was the end of the world. Wait. Maybe it's one of those things that girls do. Like hidden animosity. Or that thing they do when they say it's 'fine' or 'okay' but it's freaking not! She should know, she does it too. Like every woman has.
"That's it?" Santana sighs exasperatedly with wide yes. Because, yeah. She waited with bated breath and that's it?
Brittany chuckles at her and pulls her closer by the waist. "Would you prefer me to react differently?"
"Well, not really. It's just.. You know, I thought it was a sore subject."
Brittany squints her eyes at the brunette. "Why do you say so?"
"I don't know. Maybe because you really don't talk about what's-her-name.." Santana shrugs as she completely and purposely blanks on the name just so Brittany would fill it in for her even though she knows the freaking name by every freaking syllable. Or yeah. Like. Ugh. Whatever.
"Amanda." Brittany replies with the biggest smirk on her face while raising an eyebrow at Santana. And to think she's the one who was thought to be jealous. Correction. She was not jealous. She was just.. being a girlfriend. A nice girlfriend.
"Yeah. Amanda." Santana counters and totally pretends not to care about it but only comes across as a cute kid who's being stubborn about not being able to get her way. Too cute for Brittany. "You really don't talk about her. I mean, I've mentioned my ex a few times before. Is there any particular reason why you don't like discussing it?"
Brittany laughs and sneaks a kiss on Santana's cheeks before talking again. "Not at all, San. I guess I'm just too caught up with the present and everything on my plate right now to talk about her. She's in the past, San. I'm sorry if you thought that there's something behind it."
Santana sighs. There really isn't anything to worry about, after all. Why the fuck did she even bother to stress about this? Fuck. "Nah, I'm sorry. I just thought that there's a reason or something that-"
Brittany, the charming girlfriend that she is, cuts her off with a deep kiss on the lips. Add the effect of the beautiful stars above them, this perfect night, and wow. Just like that, Santana's held powerless and speechless by her. What's a girl got to do? Rather, why would she even protest to this awesome, awesome gesture, right?
When Brittany pulls away from her after a moment, she only finds herself wanting for more but the blonde seemingly has other plans.
"I know that you might think that this is an obsolete thing to do since we've been intimate and all, or maybe that's just me but..." Brittany pauses and purses her lips for a second. "Do you maybe, wanna talk?" She adds with a cute grin.
"Talk?" The brunette asks with a playful grin.
"Yeah. We have a wonderful view, pretty breathtaking place, and if I might add, an amazing girlfriend right here." Brittany adds with a smug grin and Santana can't help but laugh and be enamored at the same time by the blonde's beauty.
"I'd love that, Britt." She replies and pulls Brittany for another quick kiss. "Wait. Who owns this yacht?"
Brittany shrugs and Santana's eyes widens at the prospect of them being convicted for trespassing a random yacht. Prison. Jumpsuits. The horror.
The blonde chuckles at Santana's surprised face. "Calm down, San. It's ours. My grandpa's, to be exact."
"Oh. Yeah. I got that part."
"Yeah. I thought you did." Brittany teases back.
When their feet start to hurt a little from all the activities from today, they settle on the big sofa lounge a few feet behind them for a cuddle under the stars. "By the way, you were totally jealous about Amanda just a while ago."
"I was not!" The brunette scoffs back and crosses her arms.
Brittany laughs and kisses Santana's temple. "So, what exactly do you call someone who's jealous? A jealour? Jealee?"
"Dork. But jealee sounds like a nice fit, Britt." Santana laughs and relaxes against the blonde's arms.
"I know, right? We were both jealees awhile ago."
"Wait. Did you just admit that you were jea-"
"What do you want to know about Amanda?" Brittany cuts her off almost instantly and thankfully, Santana lets the jealous part go as she bites the Amanda bait.
They proceed to talk about her ex-fiancé and Santana's ex, as well. Starting from the beginning of how their life was before everything, how both of them met their exes, and of course, when they thought the relationship had started to fall apart. The ending is something they both know by heart. It's ultimately the reason for how they met, three years ago.
Both of them talked for hours and hours about anything and everything they could get their hands on. The 'ex' talk was over during the first half hour, actually. It was the getting to know each other in a deeper way that was responsible for them not being unable to sleep. Never getting bored nor having dead air between them. In the few moments that there were though, it was because they couldn't help but show their affection with each other through sweet and tender kisses. They talked, laughed, and listened to each other until the wee hours of the morning just cuddled by that white sofa lounge at the yacht's deck.
For the first time in their lives, they spent the night intimately with someone special without actually getting intimate. Kind of ironic to think that for them, this is the most intimate they've been with someone. In a way, it's a step towards admitting to themselves that the feelings they have for each other is one of a kind. The kind that is yet to be said out loud but felt in more ways than one.
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