"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. Would all American Airlines passengers to London kindly make their way to gate B7 as the boarding will begin soon. Thank you for your attention and have a splendid day!"

Splendid day, my ass. Santana thought as she let out a deep sigh and stood up from the hard uncomfortable seat of Lima's airport waiting lounge. She smoothed down her skirt and began to head off in the direction of her boarding gate with her hand luggage. Once again, she looked around her, as if she's looking for a sign telling her how she's choosing the wrong decision.

Sighing, Santana couldn't help but think of Rachel. Her best friend had always encouraged her to chase her dreams, only now she doesn't know her dreams. At first, she thought her dreams was with Brittany and going to Los Angeles and she would somehow find an appropriate job there but Brittana was over and done before they even graduated so. Then, Santana thought her dreams was to work at a Law firm, because she would look badass in a suit and would totes crush any other case, just like Law & Order but her Papa wanted her to be a doctor and that dream went down the toilet. Flushed. Finished. Done.

So, here she was, a Medical Terminology For Dummies in her hand that almost weigh like her fucking hand luggage, dressed in a grey tank top covered by her black leather jacket and black and white stripped skirt with black flats in an airport, trying to decide if she's making a good decision by flying out to London to get her medicine ons. Well, learning about doctors and medical stuff… for about two years? Three years? Santana's not quite sure but all she knows is that this isn't her dream and she should have told her Papa that.

But she couldn't upset and/or disappoint her dad anymore. It kind of sucks when someone puts their hope all on you but then, you realized you can't give them anything they want or expect from you. So, she's making an effort.

Santana wished that Rachel was there with her to make things easier, to uncomplicate things for her and to just be her supporter.

"Santana!" a familiar voice bellowed, causing the Latina to turn around and looked at her surroundings. "Santana, wait!" A figure was now currently running towards her as she narrowed her eyes even further to see who the mysterious figure was.

To say that Santana was shocked and surprised was an understatement. "Rachel?"

Rachel was out of breath once she was a few feet in front of the Latina. It looked like the tiny diva just rolled out of bed but not in a bad way; a good way. Her long brown locks were just perfect for her almost sleepy features and her Funny Girl hoodie was just as adorable as her Spiderman sweatpants. "Hi,"

"Hey," Santana said, still in shock. "W-what are you doing here?"

Rachel looked up through her bangs, "Y-you're making a mistake, San,"

"What are you talking about?"

"This!" she gestured to the hand luggage Santana was supporting, a desperate look on her complexion. "You can't go,"

Santana looked away and ran a hand through her raven hair. "I have to, Rach," she said, turning away because she can't let Rachel see the tears that were threatening to come out – the thought of leaving Rachel did that to her – and was ready to head off to her boarding gate before soft delicate fingers curled around her wrist, gently pulling Santana towards the smaller brunette.

"No," Rachel half-begged, half-shouted. There was something in her voice that made Santana stopped and looked at her friend. "You can't go. You and I both know that this isn't your dream. Your dream is working in a Law Firm with cases building up in your office and you're working out that 'badass' suit. You were meant for that, Santana and you still are,"

"There's not a valid reason," Santana argued back. "I can't disappoint him anymore," Santana took a step back and shook her head lightly, clearing away her thoughts.

Rachel chuckled darkly. "You want a valid reason, then?"

"Indeed,"

"Me," the young diva answered and lifted her chin up in pride, as if she just solved the world's biggest problem.

Confusion fell over Santana. "Excuse me?"

The future Broadway star stepped closer until her face was mere inches away from Santana's and Santana couldn't help but glanced at Rachel's plump lips and it didn't go unnoticed by the said girl. Rachel bit her bottom lip. "Explain to me why you didn't sleep with the attractive female bartender in the gay club that we went in Columbus," Rachel watched as Santana's eyes widened in shock and her mouth opening and closing a few times.

"I can't," the Latina spoke softly.

Rachel knitted her eyebrows. "Why not?"

"It's…stupid,"

"I doubt it,"

"You wouldn't know,"

"Tell me then,"

Santana contemplated this for a second, wondering if it would be better to just come clean. And so, she decides because honesty is the best policy. She took a deep breath and slowly exhaling it as her clenched hands were starting to get sweaty. "I didn't sleep with her because….I have feelings for somebody else,"

Still not satisfied with the answer, Rachel pushed on. "Who?"

"You," Santana breathed out after a few moments that felt like a lifetime, biting her lip as horrible doubts filled her mind. What if she just misread the signs? What if everything was all in her mind? What if Rachel didn't feel the same way? God, she'd just made a fool out of herself.

A soft hand travelled behind her neck before gently grabbing it, pulling Santana forward and before she knew it, strawberry-flavored lips met her own. The kiss was hesitant at first because of Santana who was still frozen in shock but she had snapped out of her shock and was kissing the smaller brunette eagerly. Her hand wandered off and soon stopped and tangled itself in Rachel's brown locks. The kiss was deepening real fast as their tongues fought for dominance once they had guaranteed each other's permission to enter the other's mouth.

It was only when the need for air became a problem, did the two brunettes reluctantly pulled their mouths away from each other and gazed into each other's eyes. The pair was somewhat oblivious to the disgust looks, gagging and whooping from the passers-by.

Santana let out small sigh as a smirk appeared on her face. "I'll not go to London if I get to do that every day,"

"The pleasure is all yours," Rachel smirked back, mirth filling in her eyes. "Now come, we need to have a chat with your father,"

Santana slapped her forehead, she had totally forgotten about that. Look what Rachel's lips can do to someone. "Oh shit,"

"Language, Santana," Rachel chided, waving a finger at Santana. "Language,"