Last chapter. Thank you for sticking with me throughout this whole story. You guys have been unbelievably awesome, thank you so much! :)
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It pains Santana that the weekend vacation had to end that fast.
It's been almost a week since they've come back from Nantucket. Almost a week since they had an amazing weekend that is one for the books and of course, one that they would always remember. But alas, after spending the weekend back at Brittany's hometown, it's time to go back and face reality once again.
And what a reality it was because as soon as the paps got wind of them coming back to New York, all hell breaks loose.
At first, both women find a few of them loitering secretly around. It wasn't so much as a shocker since everyone now knows about Brittany and her but the amount of attention is what seriously got to them. It wasn't until the third day when they got back that it all finally sinks in. And it sinks in hard.
Whether it be just a coffee run, strolling on the sidewalk hand in hand, having lunch at a nearby café, or having dinner at an upscale restaurant, they're all there. For some reason, those freaking paps always know where they are without them telling anyone else. It's either they have magical voodoo powers or just very, very good at being professional stalkers.
The ultimate perk is they can at least go out anytime now without having to hide their relationship. Kind of ironic in a way because the struggle for them at the moment is to hide as much as they can from the public eye while maintaining their seemingly perfect romance under the radar. It's been almost a week but they're still trying to get used to seeing their faces in gossip sites and the television, day in and day out.
Another thing that had been bothering them, in the best possible way, is the realization that their feelings for each other have grown. Grown to a certain extent that they know it's not just the normal adoration you feel for someone who's special for you. It's more of the fluttering kind of feeling when you look at someone and you just can't help but feel that certain, unexplained fondness for that person. That moment when you find yourself looking at her and you can't peer your eyes away. Just because. Whatever it is, it just can't be defined with words. It's genuinely one of the best things in life that is just so hard to keep inside.
Brittany can barely hold it around the brunette. She had wanted to say it back at the yacht where they spent the whole night talking last week. Now she wonders why she didn't because all that's been on her mind is Santana this and Santana that. Mainly, "oh, Santana loves this and I can't get her of my mind" or "I wish Santana's here, she makes everything better. She really does.
Santana, on the other hand, the thought came to her when she was at a Starbucks, disguised and sandwiched between a smelly guy and a group of rowdy teenage girls behind her. The thought that if Brittany was there beside her then the whole experience would have been bearable. Scratch that, it would have been fantastic in a weird sort of way because Brittany makes everything better. Heck, she would brave this line just to get her girlfriend's coffee fix. And that, is how Santana discovered that she's in love with the blonde.
It's hard to believe that after so long, do they realize now that the feelings they have for each other aren't as they were before. Santana's never felt this way for a long time. Brittany's sure that she's never felt something as intense as this. Both women never felt this much emotion for someone before and it's scary in the best possible way.
Now, it's all about finding the right time for confessing all these feelings. If only it were that easy with their jam packed schedule and the crazy paps coverage around them.
"Hey, babe?" Brittany mutters under her breath as she cozies up to Santana at a quaint café near Holiday Records before a scheduled meeting. A wee bit peaceful since there aren't that much eyes around.
"Yeah?" Santana replies with a grin as she puts her arm around Brittany's shoulder.
"What do you think is the meeting about?"
"Maybe something about upcoming shows and performances again? Or about making a new routine?"
"I don't know, this feels different. Oh no, maybe we'll get fired!" Brittany exclaims with genuine concern, making Santana laugh a little.
"Of course not. They won't fire us, B. We're the talents."
"But the whole public thing-"
"Britt, calm down, okay? It's just a work thing, for sure." Santana adds and kisses her girlfriend on the temple, making the blonde feel a little at ease.
Shortly though, they see a few men taking photographs from the distance, immediately ruining the mood. They both sigh as the smile on their faces falter at the realization that the moment is not anymore only theirs to savor. Both women pull apart and put on the usual resting bitch faces while the blonde subtly motions for the bill.
"I guess that's it then. Time to go back." Brittany mentions with a slight disappointment in her voice.
"Yeah. How about we make it up to each other with some Netflix later?"
Brittany chuckles as she pays for the bill, subtly telling Santana that she's got this one. "You're totally gunning for 'Netflix and chill', aren't you?"
Santana feigns innocence and smirks as they stand up. "Maybe?"
"And to think that I thought you were cool."
"I am cool!" Santana counters as she grabs the blonde's hand as they walk back towards Holiday Records, disregarding everyone and everything around them.
They arrive at Holiday Records after a while to see that the room is almost in full attendance. They even notice the slight tension and sudden silence as soon as everyone sees them enter. Weird.
Upon coming in, Sugar glances at her watch for a second and motions for both women to take a seat beside her.
"Hi, Sugar. What's up?" Brittany utters with a wide grin as they take to their places while Santana's left to awkwardly sit between them.
"Brittany! I've lots to tell you!" Sugar exclaims as she leans closer to the blonde and completely disregards Santana the whole time she talked for a complete minute.
"Excuse me, I'm right over here." Santana scoffs at Sugar with a death glare but only receives an eye roll in return.
"I can see and I don't really care. I'm talking to Brittany here, Satan." Sugar sneers back with a raised eyebrow then looks back at a chuckling Brittany to continue her story.
Santana shakes her head in disbelief and ignores the whole conversation in front of her until Holly Holiday enters the room, catching everyone's attention.
"Hey, guys!" She exclaims as she takes a seat in the middle of the meeting room and everyone sits upright to face the boss. "So, I'll just cut to the chase and tell everyone the best news I've received so far this month.." She pauses, glancing at Santana and Brittany before addressing the whole room again, all waiting with bated breaths.
"Santana's album has just sold a million copies, fellas!" Holly exclaims and everyone cheers instantly after with wide eyes and open mouths.
"Wha-" Santana shouts back but a bunch of congratulations cut her off in the best possible way.
"San, that's amazing!" Brittany utters with the biggest grin while pulling the brunette into a tight hug.
"Yeah, really awesome job for us!" Sugar chimes in and gestures to join in the hug but is stopped midway by Santana with a raised eyebrow.
"Just kidding, Sugar! It wouldn't have been possible without you. Come here!" The brunette quips and pulls her grinning agent towards her for the tightest hug possible, making everyone in the room chuckle and awe.
When everything and everyone has settle down, Holly motions for them to sit down. "Alright, kids. I still haven't gotten the whole figure for the single sales but I've seen a few parts and gathered that it's just as good, if not better. So, congratulations, Santana, everyone…" She says and everyone applauses again. "Now, we move on to other matters, namely about publicity."
Santana squints her eyes at the boss, even glancing at Brittany beside her to see her sporting the same curious expression.
"I understand that the media has gotten hold that our star and head choreographer are together…" Holly trails off as she looks at the couple and everyone does so as well. Both women gulp loudly, unsure what the fate holds for them. "And I think that's freaking awesome!" She adds and everyone stares at her for a second to try and get a grasp of what she's getting at.
"U-Uh… Yay?" Sugar speaks out for everyone with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.
"Yeah. We're not exactly what you're getting at here, Holly." Santana chimes in, with the same unsure tone.
"Well, honey, I'll tell you what's great about it. Having the media actually do that extensive coverage about you two means that people would be talking about you. And of course, that exposure translates into more album and singles sales! That's why I've just sent out a memo about releasing two new singles and music videos to go along with it. Any publicity is good publicity, sweet cheeks!"
Santana sighs and crosses her arms, trying to make sense of the situation. While it is true that the media's exposure of Brittany and her would be publicity nonetheless, she's not entirely sure that she's comfortable with being on the other end of that attention. No matter which way you put it, it's their lives.
"I'm sorry. I don't understand entirely what's happening here." Santana utters with a slight bitter tone that only Sugar and Brittany are accustomed to. "So, you're okay with our relationship just because the publicity will result in sales?"
Brittany and Sugar immediately share a look. If that tone's any indication, shit's about to go down and it ain't gonna be good.
Holly's grin suddenly turns into a tight lipped smile which scares Brittany and Sugar for a bit while Santana is left unfazed.
"Not at all, Santana. I believe you misunderstood me." Holly pauses with a soft smile. "What I meant was that the media's exposure would help in a big way. What's between you and Brittany is none of my business."
"Thank you but I'm still not completely cool about using my relationship as a vehicle for garnering sales. Can't my performances and album do that for me?"
"I understand. But I don't think there's anything we can do about that, either way. The paps will pursue you regardless of whether or not you actually want them to. Like I said, it's there already. So, might as well use it to our advantage. This is show business, Santana."
"I understand that, Holly. But I demand something to go along with that." Santana snaps back, her tone a little defensive and bitter now. "Sugar is already doing an amazing job with handling my career and all that jazz. Can't you hire a few publicists for me to help her handle everything instead of relying on the paps for exposure? Those publicists would actually help in keeping them away from us. Or mainly, from me, your star."
"Santana-" Sugar cuts her but to no avail. Instead of trying again, she subtly signals for Brittany to try and help her in handling the situation.
"Can't that happen?" Santana scoffs. "I don't usually ask for anything but if I'm going to demand something to be done in my favor, then that's it. I'll do whatever is that you want me to do. Performances, new songs, and whatever shit but those will be my demands. That or I'm not going to be a happy camper." She adds with a stern glare at Holly who's looking back at her seriously.
The whole room goes completely silent. No one's batting an eye. No one has ever talked to the big boss like that. Ever.
Well, maybe because Holly is the kind of boss everyone would want to have. Cool and hip but at the same time, knows how to get around the industry. Then Santana Lopez here, comes and demands something like she owns the fucking place. There's always a first time for everything.
Holly squints her eyes at the brunette and leans closer by the table. "Are you sure about that? May I remind you that you're under contract? Do you even know who you're talking to, Santana?"
Everyone's hearts instantly drop.
Holly has never acted like this nor interacted with her talents like this before. Sugar and Brittany bite their lips as they try to calm down while Santana just stares back at Holly with the same glare from a while ago. Calm, collected, and seemingly not having a care in the world about who she's actually talking to. In alternate succession, they look at Santana and Holly back and forth, waiting for a definite reaction from either of them.
"Sweet cheeks," Holly, the first to speak out, her serious demeanor and deadly stare from a moment ago slowly turns into that of a big grin and happy face. "I thought you'd never ask."
Santana mirrors the grin and nods at Holly as they both chuckle, overjoyed that her demand is met. If she can distinctly remember, Holly's priorities include that her talents are satisfied and happy. And there's really nothing more than she'd want but to keep her relationship with Brittany away from the public eye as much as possible, with the help of people whose jobs are to do just that. Less paps to bother them and more work and exposure. Win-win for everyone.
She looks beside her to see Brittany staring back at her with a curious look. And when she turns to the other side, Sugar has the same expression as well. Basically, everyone around the room except Holly has the same dumbfounded expression as these two women beside her.
"What? Is there something on my face?" Santana utters with confusion.
Everyone snaps out of it and shake their heads profusely. Santana, the ultimate badass slash rockstar, had just spoken to them. Good Lord.
Holly chuckles and addresses the room again this time. "Seeing that Santana and I have locked in a deal with the publicist thing just now, I'll have everyone know that I actually organized a party tonight to celebrate Santana and her team's accomplishment. So, invite your loved ones or the ones you sleep with and we gonna go party tonight!" She adds and everyone in the room breaks out into a grin.
Shortly after, they were all dismissed. Sugar goes on to follow Holly into her office to finalize things about the new developments with Santana's team while the couple is asked to wait by the boss' receiving area.
"San?" Brittany voices out and Santana looks up from her magazine to look at the blonde at the couch adjacent to her. "About earlier, did you do that for us?"
Santana stares at her for a second before nodding with a small smile. "Yeah. I don't like it when those creeps seem to know everything about us and actually try to ruin everything with all the rumors."
"Yeah. But that was such a risk back there. What if Holly didn't agree with you? That could have hurt you and your career."
"Britt, that won't happen. Holly prioritizes me way too much to decline my demands."
Brittany chuckles and shakes her head in disbelief. "You are one brave woman, Santana Lopez."
"Maybe." The brunette replies with a wink and goes back to her magazine, sneaking a glance at her girlfriend every now and then.
Momentarily, Sugar comes out of Holly's office and motions for the both of them to leave the room with her.
"Okay. What happened?" Santana asks her with a smirk as they wait for the elevator to reach the bottom floor.
"Well, I'm fired." Sugar replies nonchalantly. Brittany and Santana immediately share a look of panic and leans closer to the agent.
"What? Why? What happened? She can't do this!" Santana sneers as her voice echoes inside the elevator which only the three of them inside.
"Oh my god. This is bad!" Brittany chimes in with the same worried tone.
Suddenly, Sugar laughs out loud just as the elevator opens to unveil the high-end lobby of Holiday Records, leaving both women to wonder if there's something wrong.
"Describe the word gullible." Sugar utters as she shakes her head.
"But I thou-" Santana tries to speak but gets cut off by her agent again.
"Actually, Brittany and I got a big raise because of your little speech and all those sales, so I guess thank you for that. You got a big ass bonus too, might I add." Sugar says nonchalantly. "Oh, and Brittany, you're looking at your new agent." She adds with a big grin before getting in the passenger seat of their ride that just pulled up in front of the building.
For a moment, the couple is left to look at each other with slight confusion before chuckling while shaking both of their heads at the realization of what just happened.
"Get in bitches, we're getting lunch and it's on Santana!"
Oh, Sugar.
"Four cases of beer, two cases of wine, and a mixed case of tequila and vodka." Santana exclaims as she looks at the massive collection of alcohol and spirits in front of her. "Guys, don't you think this is too much?"
"Too much?" Sugar repeats with an eyebrow raised. "Santana, there is no such thing as too much alcohol."
"You know, sometimes I wonder if you're a good influence on me at all."
"Oh, please. You don't need me to make bad decisions for yourself. Carry at least two boxes back to the table." Sugar snaps with an eye roll and walks away, leaving a gaping Santana behind with no choice but follow her agent's orders.
After moving heavy as hell boxes right where Sugar told her to, she finally finishes and takes a few minutes to catch her breath by the corner while subtly cursing Sugar a little.
"You're still alive. Good job." Sugar remarks with a big smirk as she types away on her phone.
"Barely, Sugar. Barely." Santana scoffs back. "You do realize that you'll actually be unemployed if ever I did die back there, right? What did I have to be the one to carry those?"
"It's not like you have weak arms. Duh. You're a lesbian." Sugar replies with a bored look while Santana turns a little red at the statement, her eyes grow wide as she looks around to see if there are a few people around to hear the conversation. "Am I sensing a little diva attitude in you, Satan?"
"I've always been a diva, bitch." Santana counters with a grin.
Sugar chuckles and orders a few interns around to do something before turning her attention back on Santana. "So, I don't see Brittany anywhere. Where is she?"
Santana looks up, trying to remember what the blonde said a while ago. "She's helping her sister run some errands."
"Oh. Will she be here later?"
"Yeah. Of course." Santana glances at her phone to see that there are no messages from Brittany. "She will be."
After two hours, 2 cases of beer, 5 bottles of hard liquor down, and several empty bottles of wine, everyone is having the time of their lives. Just relaxing and letting themselves loose. Even Holly is enjoying herself, laughing to her heart's content while rocking that karaoke machine like nobody's business.
One person who's definitely missing from the action though is Brittany. Santana's not entirely sure why but she's starting to get a little nervous about it. Her girlfriend's not picking up after so many calls and messages from her. What is up?
"Santana, where's Brittany?" Sugar asks as she takes a sip of her drink.
Santana shrugs, a bit annoyed that this has been the sixth or so time that someone had asked her the same question. "She'll be here in a while. Stop asking me. I'm not my girlfriend's keeper."
"Woah, okay. I didn't mean to-"
"Whatever." She snaps back and walks away from Sugar and into a quiet corner with no one around.
Where is Brittany, really? She glances at her phone for the nth time to see that there are no messages nor calls from the blonde. Santana tried to call her several times already but to no avail. Her messages haven't been replied with either. The brunette, in a desperate way of trying to contact her girlfriend in a worry that something might have happened to her, reluctantly calls Becca who luckily picks up after a few rings.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Becca. Look, sorry to bother you but I just wanted to ask if you're still with Brittany? She's not picking up at all." Santana mumbles through the speaker.
"Not a bad time, don't worry. I actually dropped her off half an hour ago, her phone's dead too I think. She didn't tell you?" Becca's voice, sounding a little uneasy.
Santana's eyebrows scrunch in confusion, "Didn't tell me what?"
"When I dropped her off a while and there was-"
"She what?" Santana speaks, a little impatient this time.
"Oh."
Santana squints her eyes at nothing in particular. "'Oh'? What do you mean by that?"
"Well, she had a visitor when I dropped her-"
Uh-oh. She's not liking the sound of this.
"Who is it?" Santana voices out sternly, scaring Becca a bit on the other line.
"W-Well.. U-Uh.."
"Is this visitor the person who I think she is?" The brunette grits through her teeth, a bit terrified that Becca would say the thing she's dreading about.
Becca doesn't reply straightaway. Actually, it takes her a few seconds before she finally answers.
"Yes. It's Amanda."
And just like that, Santana's world comes crashing down. In a flash, she hangs up the phone and rushes to grab her coat before leaving the party hastily, disregarding Sugar's calls behind her. It's not like she's scared that Amanda would do something to Brittany. It's more of a 'what-the-fuck-does-that-chick-need-from-my-girlfriend' thing. And it bothers her because she's from the past and in general, Santana doesn't like someone invading her perfect harmony with Brittany. Let's face it, no one likes having their partner's ex around them. Ever.
After hijacking a cab that was meant for someone else, she finally arrives at Brittany's apartment building. The whole ride, she thought of what she's going to do. She conceptualized the whole scenario, even acting it out like a one-woman Broadway show during the ride much to the cab driver's amusement. But alas, now that she's here, every planned detail left through the window and she has no idea what do anymore.
She really can't barge in just like that, can she? Maybe the ex-fiancée comes in peace. Maybe she's just there to say hello and catch up with Brittany. Oh fuck. Maybe she's out for revenge on Brittany! That would be a little creepy to think about but then again, weirder things have happened in this world.
Well, whatever the reason may be, she's trying to contemplate whether or not barging in is a good thing to do. Won't she go overboard the boundaries of their relationship if she were to rush inside Brittany's apartment? What does she say upon entering, 'Hello, Ronald McBitchy'? But it would be legit either way, right? For the record, she trusts Brittany. She trusts Brittany with her whole heart. However, she doesn't trust the bitch. She hasn't even seen Amanda at all and the few things she know about the girl are the ones Brittany told her a few days ago.
But she guesses that that's the point. She should trust Brittany enough not to jump into conclusions. She can't get ahead of herself here. Fuck it. This is the alcohol trying to play with her mind. She knew better than trying to brave those bottles of vermouth. Santana sighs to herself and brands this situation as nothing more than a slight surge of false bravery to confront her past insecurities and fears about Brittany and their relationship.
She smiles a little to herself like a creep, thinking that pure, innocent Brittany could never do something bad or anything to make her think otherwise. Well, that was until she looks up and sees Brittany exiting her apartment building with a smile. Oh, maybe the blonde knows she's here and is welcoming her girlfriend with-
A woman with red hair.
A redhead grinning and following closely behind Brittany. Santana could disregard all of this were it not for the strange feeling she has upon seeing them laughing and talking like they've known each other forever. If her memory serves her right and the dozens of redhead jokes from Becca, this woman with Brittany is Amanda, her girlfriend's ex-fiancée. Granted, they were together for a few years but come on, why do they have to be so close while they're doing it?
Santana stands there gaping at the scene before her. Trying to grasp the situation and understand what's happening. That would have been okay in itself but why is she here? Why is she laughing and talking with Brittany? Why didn't Brittany tell her about it? Is that why Brittany's not answering her phone? A bunch of questions invade her mind, all of which are immediately thrown out the window when she sees Amanda and Brittany lean towards each other and embrace.
A fucking embrace.
Santana never knew that a simple hug could make her feel intense pain. Like someone just ran her over and put it in reverse to make sure that she's dead as fuck. It takes her directly back to that time she caught her own ex-fiancée in bed cheating with their upstairs neighbor and oddly enough, it doesn't feel like how it was before. It hurts so much more.
Maybe she's jumping to conclusions but you can never really teach your eyes to unsee something, tell your brain to stop thinking, and your heart to cease feeling in these types of situations. No matter what those feelings are, you really can't force yourself to process that anymore. What you see is simply what will freaking get in this kind of scenario.
As if the situation wouldn't get any worse, Santana sees Brittany look up as soon as she and Amanda pull apart after that quick hug. The smile on her girlfriend's face instantly disappear and turns into that of a horrified face. Adding insult, Amanda turns around to face her too.
She looks on from a few feet away to see Brittany open her mouth and try to say something. She, like reflex, takes a step back when Brittany walks toward her. And soon enough, like how her world had been shattered, she turns around and walks away from everything.
After what must have been hours of walking around New York looking like a drunken mess, Santana finally has had enough of semi-polluted air and decides to go home when her feet start to groan in pain. There really isn't anywhere to go when you're a bit drunk and only have a couple of change to last you for the entire evening. So, instead of walking the tens of blocks ahead of her or hailing a cab, she forgoes both choices and opts for the subway instead. One, she could rest her feet and two, she could walk the remaining two blocks to her apartment to clear her mind when she gets off. Win.
When Santana finally settles on an empty bench with only an elderly man falling in and out of sleep in front of her and a barely legal bloke wearing headphones, she leans her back against the bench and rests her head for a moment on the vertical rail beside her trying to contemplate her life tonight.
It's like history just repeated herself. When she thought that she'd finally found the girl she could seriously envision her future with, life fucks her like this. What the hell is Brittany's ex-fiancée doing here, laughing and being walked out by the blonde? No, why the hell is she hugging Brittany?! Santana's not stupid. It's not like she's getting ahead of herself with the assumptions but sometimes you've got to take situations as they appear. And the look on both of their faces a while ago didn't really help the situation at all or make Santana feel at ease. If any, it just made her feel like a 10-wheeler truck ran her over.
Now, she's not the emotional kind of person but these heavy feelings combined with her being a hysterical drunk are just making her reach her emotional cap for the day. Make that for the whole fucking month. In a not so unsurprising way, Santana breaks down while leaning against the rail. The two people sitting across from her stare back helplessly, a bit weirded out by the whole thing.
Santana continues to cry for a while as she tries to let out all the pent up emotions she's been feeling inside. She couldn't care less about anything, all she wants is to relieve herself of the emotional stress without having a care in the world. She's not even sure which station she's at now but thankfully, the train approaches the next one and she sees that it's only two stops short before hers. So, to at least appear the least bit presentable, she wipes away the tears on her face.
"Here you go."
A familiar soft voice utters beside her. She turns to her left to see Brittany looking at her with sad eyes while handing out a handkerchief towards her.
Funny. Three years ago, it was the other way around.
Santana doesn't respond. She only stares back at the blonde who motions with the handkerchief again. Brittany lets out a small, sympathetic smile and when the brunette still didn't bulge, she puts it upon herself to wipe away the tears from Santana's face.
"Britt-" Santana manages to croak out only to be cut off by Brittany who gestures for her to stop talking, taking her aback.
"Look, San. I want you to listen first, okay?" Brittany trails off and Santana continues to stare back. "What you saw earlier is not what you thought it was. It's different."
Santana immediately goes on the defensive but Brittany's dagger stare makes her back down.
"She wasn't there to cause any trouble. Believe or not, she came over just to see how I was after seeing all that media stuff on television."
"So, she came there just because you've become famous?" The brunette snaps back.
"She's getting married, San."
Santana freezes for a second at the words and finally looks straight into Brittany's blue eyes. The blonde gives out a small smile in return.
"What do you-"
"She just came over to see how I was after seeing my face sprawled across on every tabloid and gossip shows everywhere and well, to tell me that she's getting married next week to this amazing woman who's soon to be giving birth to their child." Brittany utters with a sweet smile and grabs Santana's hand.
"Hear me out okay?" Brittany sighs deeply before looking back at Santana again. "I know what you thought earlier when you saw us, San. I'm putting all of me on the line that there's nothing going on back there. She just bid goodbye for probably the last time I'm ever going to see her.."
"Britt-"
"San, I swear nothing happened, I really swear!" The blonde exclaims. "My phone died and I just left it because I'm already late for your party, I was literally about to walk out from my place when Amanda knocked on my door. I didn't know what to do! She said she wasn't there to cause trouble and only wanted a few minutes of my time so, I let her in.."
"Brittany-"
"Sshh!" Brittany exclaims as she places a finger over Santana's mouth which surprises the latter. "Nothing happened, San. We just talked for a couple of minutes and she went on about herself for the last few years. Like how she met her fiancée, having a baby, getting married, and so on. She basically forgave me about the wedding and she apologized for everything she did back then. That quick hug was nothing more than physically patching things up. That finally all these years, there's finally closure betwe-"
The blonde is about to rant some more when Santana cuts her off with a tender kiss, shutting her up almost instantly as it takes her breath away. When they break apart, Santana stares intently at Brittany's face, taking it all in as she places a strand of hair behind the girl's ear.
"I love you, Brittany." Santana utters, making the blonde catch her breath for a moment. It takes a while for Brittany to recover but she knew what to say nonetheless. She's been dying to say it for quite a while now.
"I love you too, Santana. For the longest time I have."
Almost instantly, Santana breaks out into that smile Brittany is so fond of. They share this beautiful moment in relative silence, just taking the other's presence and everything to sink in. It was only when something gibberish is said over the train speaker do they realize that the next stop is Santana's.
"Ready to go, drunk chick from the subway?" Brittany utters with a grin.
Santana chuckles and nods profusely. "Yeah, we better get out of here before I become dead to the world."
"Dead to the world?" The blonde laughs and gives Santana a look as they alight from the train holding hands.
"Yeah, it could happen, you know. I think I drank a lot."
"You think, huh? Well, from what I gather back at the party, you will be if we don't get you home."
They both chuckle as they weave through the crowd and into the sidewalk.
"Hey, San?" Brittany utters, tugging the singer's hand to get her attention.
"Yeah?"
"Did I tell you that I love you?" Brittany grins as they stop in front of her apartment building.
Santana instantly returns the smile and grabs the girl closer to her. "Tell me again."
Brittany places a kiss on the blonde's forehead before pulling her closer. "I love you."
"I love you, Britt." Santana utters. Brittany holds her chin and leans closer for a romantic kiss along the busy streets of New York. Not having the slightest care in the world.
The world doesn't matter right now. The only thing that matters for them is each other and what the future holds.
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