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As always, Spanish translations are at the bottom!
Santana opened her eyes and was greeted by the 7-AM Saturday sun shining through Brittany's bedroom window. She let her eyes wander through the bedroom, paying attention to every detail. She saw the normal things that were usually in Brittany's room, such as Brittany's twin doll and her countless pictures taped onto the wall.
But then she saw things she never had the time or patience to notice before: how neatly organized Brittany's vanity was, with make-up being organized in the order of when she uses it and hair ties hung on a ring according to color; how she has cat toys laying in a basket in the corner of her room for her cats, Charity and Lord Tubbington, to play with; and how her diary has it's own special table and special pen that she uses just for it.
Her eyes then fell on Brittany, who was still sleeping soundly on Santana's right. Santana couldn't help but stare at Brittany while she slept. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful that she could be mistaken for an angel sent down from heaven. After a moment, Santana noticed that she and Brittany had been holding hands and facing each other while they slept. She smiled and decided to get out of bed to stretch her legs, which were falling asleep.
Santana walked over to Brittany's vanity and took a look at herself in the mirror. She repressed a gasp of horror. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, her face pale, and there were black smudges of mascara and eyeliner running down her face. It took her a moment to remember what had happened the day before. She felt her heart drop. Her mom had rejected her sexuality, rejected Brittany being her girlfriend, and rejected everything Santana loved. Basically, Elisa rejected Santana. And it took everything in Santana's power not to break down again, right there at that moment.
Instead, she washed her face and walked back over to the bed. She laid down, facing Brittany and kissed her cheek tenderly. She took Brittany's hand and let herself fall into dreamland again.
At about 9 am, Brittany was the one to wake up first. She looked at Santana's sleeping face and caressed her cheek. Santana's eyes began to flutter awake and she looked at Brittany with her dark brown eyes. "Good morning, lovely," cooed Brittany, and she placed a small kiss on the brunette's nose.
Santana chuckled. "Good morning," she said as she sat up. She looked at the petite blond and took her hand. "Thank you," she whispered, "for everything. For letting me stay here, for comforting me, for helping me through this," her voice broke on the last word, but she continued, "I'm so lucky that I have you. I love you so much, Britt." She didn't even try to repress the tears, she just let them fall. She didn't have to hide her feelings from Brittany anymore, and she wasn't going to.
"Oh, honey," Brittany's eyes were filling with tears as she looked at the crying Latina. She put her arms around Santana and the brunette rested her head on Brittany's shoulder. Brittany kissed the top of Santana's head and stroked her hair. "I love you too, and I always will. It killed me to see you so sad…I want to make everything better, but I can only do so much. I'll try my hardest to make you happy."
Santana looked up at the blonde and smiled through her tears, "You already make me so happy. If anyone could make me feel better after what that bitch did to me, you can. And you did. When I laid down on your bed last night, I didn't think I'd be able to get out of the depression my mom put me in. But you did it, just by playing that song on your piano. It was so beautiful. It made me feel so at-peace with everything. Thank you."
"I wrote that, you know," Brittany explained with a smile. Santana looked up at her and smiled, too.
"You did?"
"Yep. I wrote it the day Ms. Holliday helped you realize your feelings. I wrote it for you. Only for you," Brittany looked at Santana, who met her gaze with a look of unconditional love. Before Brittany could say anything else, Santana pressed her lips to Brittany's in a firm kiss. The blonde returned the kiss with so much passion that Santana fell back on the bed with Brittany on top of her. Santana could feel Brittany's tongue swipe over her lower lip and it made her heart skip a beat. Brittany had started pulling Santana's shirt over her head when the brunette spoke up.
"Your parents…" she said, panting.
"Work," is all Brittany could muster out before her and Santana's lips met again, with even more passion than before.
"Te amo," breathed Santana in between kisses.
"Te amo," Brittany replied.
And with that, they fell into each others embrace with all the love, passion, and lust they had in them. But this time, it wasn't just sex. It was making love. Because, just as Brittany had said a while back, everything is better with feelings.
The next day, Santana and Brittany were at the mall so they could shop for prom dresses. Prom was only two weeks away, so they knew they had to work hard to find the perfect dresses to wear. Santana was the one to find her dress first. It was a long, faded-red gown with beaded empire waist, side cut-outs and a V-neck.
When Brittany saw Santana in her dress, she sighed happily. "Santana…that dress on you is amazing. I can't even…" she trailed off.
"You really think so, Britt?" Santana asked skeptically. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled, "I think I'm going to get it."
"Good. Because if you don't, I'll have to kill you for teasing me," Brittany said with a smirk. "Now it's my turn!"
Brittany found her dress just in a matter of minutes. It was a coral-colored, strapless cocktail dress that was beaded in the top area and poofed out slightly at the bottom.
Santana couldn't help but grin like an idiot when she saw Brittany in her dress. She looked like a supermodel.
"It's like that dress was made for you, hon," Santana cooed, "You look positively delicious."
Brittany smiled and kissed Santana lightly before skipping off to buy her dress.
Then came Monday, the first day back at school since she and Brittany came out to the Glee club and their parents. Brittany and Santana walked into school hand-in-hand virtuously unnoticed, mostly because it wasn't an abnormal scene. They had always held hands, but they never did anything more in front of people. So when Brittany pulled Santana in for a kiss before they went to their first period classes, people paid attention. But for once, Santana didn't give a shit. She was in love, she was happy, and she didn't care what other's thought of her.
The day seemed to drag on. Other than Glee club and lunch, Santana had only had Spanish class with Brittany, and they couldn't even speak English. So they spent the class flirting in Spanish, though Santana knew Brittany would have a hard time understanding it.
Finally, it was time for Glee club. The girls walked in and sat next to each other. Mr. Schuester wrote one three-letter word on the board: MOM.
Santana's body went numb.
"As you all know, this coming Sunday is Mother's day. So for this week's assignment, you each are going to pick a song that represents how much you love and appreciate your mothers," explained Mr. Schuester.
Santana was light-headed and dizzy. This wasn't happening, it couldn't be happening. She turned to look at Brittany, "I don't feel well," she whispered. Brittany took her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"And on Friday, I want you to invite your mother's to come watch us perform our songs for them!" exclaimed Mr. Schuester, and the entire Glee club, besides Brittany and Santana, started buzzing excitedly about the assignment.
Santana felt her body go limp, and she let out a small, but audible yelp before everything went black.
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Te amo = I love you