"This is it!" Brittany squeals and comes to a halt in front of room 301. She slides the key card through the key reader, making it's red light turn green with a beep.

She hasn't stopped smiling since we got off the plane and now her smile is wider as she swings the door open to reveal the most amazing hotel room - well suite- I've ever been in.

"Oh my god," I breathe out as I look around the huge room.

"Santana! Come! Look!" I hear Brittany shout from the second room.

I run towards the sound of her voice and find her sprawled on a king size bed. "Are you serious?" It looks like she's floating on a giant cloud. "Ahh!" I jump on and land next to her.

"And we have a balcony too," she informs. "I made sure the room had one so we can watch the ball drop from here."

I look at her. She's so excited and proud, waiting for my reaction. "Brittany, this is so amazing." I take her face between my hands and hold a long kiss. I can barely smell it over her intoxicating scent, but it even smells like luxury in here. Expensive luxury. I break the kiss and catch my breath before asking, "Brittany, how much was this?"

"Not that much." She stands up on the bed and tries jumping up and down but frowns when she doesn't really bounce upwards and her feet sink into the mattress instead. "It's one of those smart beds." She flops back down next to me and scrunches her nose in disappointment. "I wanted to jump like in the movies."

"Seriously, Britt. How much did you spend?"

"I feel it molding around my butt," she says. "What if it swallows us while we sleep?"

"Brittany, stop it. I know what you're doing."

She sighs with a smile. "I didn't pay that much. I got the hook up from Rachel remember?"

"Then just tell me how much you paid."

"This is your Christmas gift. I'm not suppose to say how much it was. Isn't that why you're always suppose to cross out the price on price tags?"

"Brittan-"

"This bed is so huge," she says, moving her hand across the comforter. "I bet Quinn and Rachel would fit on here with us."

"Ew, don't say that. Now I have a mental picture."

"San," Brittany says, tilting her head with a mischievous look. "You would be the first one to agree to a foursome with them."

I'm appalled. No way would I sleep with Rachel. Ever. "Brittany, that's an insult."

"You're telling me you wouldn't want three hot naked ladies all over you?"

I shake my head. "Not when Rachel is in the mix."

"But you would want Quinn?"

"No! She's our friend. That would be really weird and... gross."

"You're a bad liar, Santana Lopez. I always knew you had a thing for her."

"What?" I say, a little louder than intended. "I don't have a thing for anyone. Especially those two." I leave the room and come back a moment later with our suitcases.

"You don't think Quinn's just a little hot?"

"She's not bad to look at but still not worthy of seeing me naked. Why are you pushing this, anyway? Do you want to have a foursome?" I ask as I pause from unpacking to look up at her.

"I would be happy with a sexy twosome with you."

I swallow and continue pulling out clothes from my suitcase.

"Well if you do end up wanting to try something new, we can ask Rachel and Quinn when they get here. Britney Spears did say merrier the more-"

"Wait, what? When they get here? They're coming?"

"Oh... Yeah. It was suppose to be a surprise... Surprise!"

"Brittany!" I toss a pair of shoes on the floor and my empty suitcase follows. "What the hell? I thought it was just going to be us."

"It was but when I called Rachel to talk to her about booking this hotel, she sounded really sad and said that Finn was going back to his camp and she didn't know what she was going to do for New Years."

"Doesn't she have friends? Wait, of course she doesn't. Who would want to be friends with her? Not even her new fame could get people to like her."

"Santana..." Brittany says in the way she always says my name when she thinks I'm being a bitch.

I sigh. "And how did Quinn end up in this?"

"Well, while I... was out... during Christmas Eve, she called me to wish me a Merry Christmas and I told her what had happened-"

"You told her what I said? Brittany!"

"I needed to talk to someone, Santana. She was really nice about it. She invited me over to her mom's house cause she was spending Christmas there. Then we just started talking and she told me she was going to be in Lima during New Years. She didn't sound too excited about it so I invited her too."

"Ugh. Brittany," I whine, and slouch on one of the fancy chairs in the room. "I guess it won't be too bad hanging out with Quinn, but Rachel?" I say, incredulously.

"It won't be that bad. It's just for tonight. And we can make her buy booze."

"Hm. That is true. It's the least she can do if I'm going to be forced to listen to her yapping all night."

Brittany nods. "C'mere," she says, and extends her arms as she lays back on the enormous bed.

I slither off the chair and crawl onto the cushioned cloud she's laying on.

"We're both here so it's going to be an awesome night either way," says Brittany.

I lay my head on her shoulder and she encases my upper body with her arms. Her body feels so warm, but even if she was as icy cold as stupid Edward Cullen, there would be no other arms I would rather be in.

My body is already heated by the simple act of cuddling with her, but I quickly begin to feel my body temperature rise as she repositions herself so that she's able to kiss my cheek - then my neck.

"We should get something to eat," I suggest.

Brittany nods against me. "Yeah, we should," she says, before lightly sucking on my neck.

I pull my bottom lip into my mouth and turn my neck away to give her more access. Her tongue darts out before she sucks again, a little harder this time. I'm one-hundred percent sure I'm going to have a fresh mark on my neck tonight.

Her hand grips my hip and she pushes me flat on my back.

"I think we should get pizza. I'm really craving some good New York pizza."

Brittany takes a break from my neck and looks at me. "Or some Dominican goodness. Dominican is my favorite."

I giver her a nervous smile before she leans in and takes my bottom lip in between her two very wet ones. Our kiss is soft and slow. She's working me up, caressing my lip with her warm tongue.

I'm so focused on the feeling on my lips that my stomach caves in on itself when her hand sneaks underneath my shirt.

I feel her smile against my lips, and as I disconnect my mouth from hers to speak, she trails soft kisses down my throat. "Britt, I'm really hungry," I say, and move to get up off the bed. "We should go eat and go for a walk before Kim Noble and Idina Menzel's cheap knock off get here."

She sits up and I pretend I don't notice the way her cheeks fill with air and she exhales with a hint of annoyance before following me out the door.

As we walk through Times Square, Brittany links her arm with mine and stays close. The weather is horrible, so we hurry to the closest pizza place and I order our favorites.

"Actually," Brittany says before the employee leaves to get our pizza. "Can you change the pineapple slice for mushroom and add some parmesan on top, please?"

The guy behind the counter gives a toothy grin. "That's a great combo. Mushroom pizza is my favorite too."

I glare at him. "And? Can you go get our pizza? I'd like to eat it today."

His grin drops and he turns back toward the ovens.

"Santana, that was rude."

I ignore her comment and playfully poke her stomach. "Since when don't you like pineapple pizza? That's all you ever wanted before."

She shrugs. "I don't know. I got kind of tired of it. I'm happy I tried mushrooms though cause turns out I like that one more than pineapple."

"Oh... Well, it's noted." I smile. "That's actually Adam's favorite too, so that's something else you two have in common."

"Santana, when are you going to apologize?"

"What do you mean?"

"When are you going to apologize to Adam?"

My lips press into a thin line. I don't like apologizing. At all. "I don't know."

"You know you have to, right?"

"Yeah," I nod. "I'll call him as soon as we get back to LA."

Brittany cocks an eyebrow.

"I promise." I say, and earn a smile from her.

The pizza guy comes back with our orders and I make it a point to take Brittany's hand in mine and give her a peck on the lips. She stifles a giggle next to me as I pay for our food and the pizza boy wears a lost look on his face as he stares at our intertwined fingers before clearing his throat and wishing us a happy New Year.

The place is pretty full, so we take the only available seat, which is a booth.

I've always scoffed at couples who sit next to each other when they're at a booth or table. Because I mean, c'mon! Do you really need to sit next to each other? It's not like you're going to be feeding each other or are attached at the damn hip. And why would you want to sit next to them if you know you're going to be talking throughout? Why not sit in front of them and have a face to face conversation like normal people? It just looks ridiculous.

...And I'm one of those ridiculous people right now... But you know what? I couldn't care less. At least I have an excuse; my girlfriend is super hot. It'd be a crime to be farther than a foot from her.

After our pizza, we walk around Time Square for a while. I haven't been here in years. I actually really miss it. LA is great but even its perfect weather has never managed to give me the warm feeling New York does. This city feels like home.

I see a white speck falling in front of me and look up to see a light coat of snow coming down.

Brittany smiles. "It's snowing," she says, extending her palm out. "I love New York snow."

"Yeah, me too." I squeeze her hand and gain her attention. "As cute as you look right now with your ridiculous panda hat and earmuffs, I think we should get back to the hotel." I kiss her the tip of her nose. "You're turning into Brittany the red nose hottie."

She tilts her head and smiles shyly at the pet name. "Okay."

"Brittany?"

A tall, dark-skinned girl walks up to us.

"Hey!" Brittany wraps her arms around her and I don't miss the way this girl takes the opportunity to kiss Brittany's cheek. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going back to LA."

As we listen to her explain how she came back to New York to spend time with her family, I take the time to inspect her. Now that she's a few feet from me, I can tell she's definitely Hispanic. She has flawless tanned skin, long natural lashes, and her lips are small and very feminine, which totally contradicts the way she's dressed. I'd rate her an eight if she weren't wearing that manly faded jacket; among other things.

"What about you?" She asks after she's done talking.

"Oh! We're spending New Years here." Brittany takes my hand and pulls me closer. "This is my girlfriend, Santana."

"Oh. Nice to meet you, Santana. That's a cool name. I'm Angie."

I shake her hand. "Thanks. It's nice to meet you too."

"I met Angie while I was here for the broadway show. She makes movies, isn't that cool?"

"Yeah, totally."

"Hey, speaking of. I'm starting a new project in a few months. You're more than welcome to join the team, Britt."

"Really? That'd be awesome! ...But I don't really know anything about making movies."

"I told you that wouldn't be a problem. You can help us around the set. You have to start somewhere, right?"

Brittany grins, happily. "Then count me in!"

"Great! I'll give you a call when we get rolling." She looks down at her over-sized watch and frowns. "I have to go. But it was nice seeing you again.

"Yeah. It was nice seeing you too. I'll see you back in LA then?"

"For sure," she smiles. "Bye, Santana."

"See ya."

Once she's gone we start the walk back to the hotel.

"That was random," I comment.

"What was?"

"That offer to work on her set."

"Oh, well, not really. She knows I'm interested in film and had mentioned getting me a job on one of her movies."

"What do you mean she knew you like film? Why didn't I know that."

"I don't know. It never came up. I only recently became interested in it. While I was here she talked a lot about it and it sounds fun."

How much don't I know about Brittany? I realize it's been a few years since we've been together, but the more time I spend with her the more I find out about her. It's like meeting her all over again.

"Hm. Well, that was nice of her, I guess. Does she have a girlfriend?"

"A girlfriend? She's not gay," she chuckles.

I scoff at that. "Brittany, she was wearing Converse, a plaid shirt, and barely had any makeup on."

"So? That doesn't mean anything."

"What about the way she kissed your cheek? She totally has a crush on you."

"Santana, you're being paranoid. She's not gay."

"Did she tell you that?"

"Well, no bu-"

"See! Plus she called you 'Britt'. She so has a thing for you."

"A lot of people call me that."

"I call you that. Your parents call you Britty. Everyone else calls you Brittany. My gaydar is flawless. She's gay. And I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to kick her ass when she slips and accidently tells you how in love she is with you."

Brittany shakes her head. "You're crazy."

A few hours after we get back to our room there's an tuned knock at our door and I swing it open to reveal an overly happy Rachel. "Surprise!"

"Save it, Berry," I say, rejecting her hug by pushing her at the shoulders. "Brittany already told me you were coming."

Rachel scowls at Brittany who has come up behind me. "Brittany, I thought we agreed this would be a surprise."

"It slipped," Brittany shrugs.

Quinn casually greets me and even though I share a hug with her I don't linger in it. I haven't talked to her since our short phone call on Christmas morning when I took the opportunity to thank her for letting me know how Brittany felt about me. I won't say it outloud, but I'll be in debt to her for life. The least I can do is honor her with a hug.

"So ladies," Rachel starts, and I'm already annoyed. "I thought we could call room service and order some of their finest champagne to celebrate not only the new year but also this reunion of old friends. My treat, of course."

I eye Brittany with a smile and she smirks. "Sure, Rachel," Brittany says. "That's really nice of you. I'll call them right now."

"Great! Just tell them to put it on my card. Rachel Berry. They already know who I am," she says, arrogantly. "Santana, allow me to take this opportunity to express how very happy I am that you and Brittany are back together. I for one, always thought you guys were meant to be and would follow Finn and mine's example of a healthy long relationship."

Quinn rolls her eyes and follows Brittany to our bedroom. "I'll come with you, Brittany. It's clear I will need a full bottle of liquor for myself tonight."

"Berry, I don't want to hear one word about that Michelin looking idiot. He's a two timing bitch who tells me he knew Brittany and I would last forever one day and the next he totally contradicts himself and on top of that makes Brittany cry. Not one word about him tonight. Or ever again."

"Santana, you're being unfair. Finn has this weird need for your approval and-"

"Shh! I don't care. Not one word, Rachel."

A few minutes later there's a knock at the door and I greet the hotel employee with a huge smile.

"Room service for Ms. Rachel Berry." He pushes in a cart with a few different bottles of alcohol and plenty of ice buckets.

Rachel gasps. "There seems be a mistake. We order the champagne. El cham-pane?" She says to the man who is clearly Latin. He frowns at her pathetic attempt at speaking Spanish and turns to me for confirmation.

"Rachel, shut up." I pull the cart deeper into the room and thank the man before giving him a tip.

"Santana, I am all for tipping good service, but that was a very undeserving tip. He brought an incorrect order, which I will not be paying for." She pauses for a moment then, in a hushed voice, asks, "Did you overlook his mistake because he shares your Mexican roots?"

"Rachel, I'm not Mexican, and you don't know that he was either. This goes to show just how ignorant you truly are; which is extremely embarrassing and worrying considering how long you've been in New York; the worlds largest cultural melting pot."

Brittany and Quinn join us in the living room area.

"Hey, that was fast," Brittany comments as she serves herself a glass of clear liquid. "Thanks for paying, Rachel."

I smile to myself and then to Brittany as Rachel stands there perplexed. Maybe now she'll think twice before opening her mouth. Wanky, I know.

The minutes till midnight lessen and so do the bottles.

"Okay! Okay! I got one. It's for both Rachel and Quinn. Would you guys rather have a foursome with Finn and a guy of Quinn's choice or with Santana and I."

"Brittany!" I growl. "Please don't answer that."

"Wasn't going to," Quinn says under her breath.

"Well, although I do love Finn with all my heart and I am quite happy with our sexual... encounters," Rachel explains with motioning hands. "I have - in occassions - wondered what being with someone who shares my same anatomy would be like.. Not that I've thought about this extensively." Her eyes jump from me to Brittany then to Quinn and finish by hiding under her lids. "But I am a tiny bit curious about what you do when you are involved in such... activities with a woman."

"It's really fun. And soft, and you can-"

"You know what, Rachel?" I say, cutting Brittany off. "If you suddenly want to know what a sapphic relationship is all about, then go get your information elsewhere. Brittany and I aren't lesbian encyclopedias."

"No, I didn't mean to-"

"Whatever. What time is it?"

"Eleven fifty-five," Quinn answers.

"Let's go move this party to the balcony," I say, standing up and taking Brittany's hand in mine.

The weather outside is much calmer now. It's still crazy cold but no longer windy or snowing. We have a clear view of the sparkly Times Square ball from here and everyone feeling up the streets down below.

Brittany slithers her hand around my waist and pulls me close, laying a kiss on my cheek. "I'm so happy," she says. "I knew we were going to be here together sooner or later."

"Yeah?"

She nods, smiling. "We're meant to be. No matter what happens."

My lips curl into a smile and I hide my face in the scarf around her neck. I suddenly feel a lot warmer and it's a heat that feels even better than the one this city gives me.

I hear the crowds below begin the countdown and I turn my face towards them.

Rachel and Brittany join them enthusiastically while Quinn and I share a smile.

Four years ago I was the saddest, most lonely, most heartbroken person in the world and now here I'm in a ridiculously expensive hotel room with Brittany, overlooking Times Square and welcoming a new year. A new beginning... with her. Life is so damn... amazing.

I watch Brittany as she counts down. Hopping in place every time she yells out a different number. I'm so goddamn lucky she's in love with me. I feel sorry for the rest of the world.

"Two! One!.." She turns to me, her eyes sparkling from the lights around us and her genuine happiness. "Happy New Year!" She kisses me. "I love you."

"I love you," I breath out, squeezing her hip and pressing her closer against my front. "So much."

"Happy New Year!" I hear, followed by tiny arms reaching out towards Brittany and I.

"Off, Jyoti Amge!" I tell Rachel as I'm sandwiched between her and Brittany.

Brittany stretches her arms towards Rachel and the two press into me. This would totally be hot if it weren't Rachel pushing herself against my behind.

I wiggle out of their embrace and catch Quinn smiling. "Happy New Year." I say.

She smiles wider and holds her arms out in front of her. When I pull back from the hug she looks at me and asks, "Can we talk? Inside?"

I lead the way back into the suite and she talks as she refills her glass. "I didn't want to say anything when I called you on Christmas morning because I didn't want to ruin the holiday spirit..." She takes a sip of her vodka then looks at me for a few seconds before saying, "How could you say what you said to Brittany?"

I throw my head back and groan. "I obviously didn't mean it. I was just upset about something a friend told me and-"

"That's another thing. How can you be such an ass to your friend? Adam?"

"How much did Brittany tell you?" I look out towards the balcony and see Brittany wave at me with a smile. I don't return it.

"Everything. And don't even begin to get upset. What you said really hurt her. She needed to talk to someone and it's not like she went and told someone you don't know."

"Yeah, well, I think that would have been better. At least a stranger wouldn't give me a lecture."

"All I'm saying is that you're life seems to be shaping up pretty well and I would hate for you to push people away with your harsh words and bad temper."

"I don't h-"

"Don't even try saying you don't have a bad temper. You know you do and you need to try controlling it. Think before you speak; it's not that hard."

I look towards Brittany again and this time she's staring at me with concern as Rachel continues talking.

"Santana."

"I know but that's just who I am. It's not like I can suddenly be this dull person who doesn't heat up once in awhile."

"I understand that. And you're right; it's who you are, but you need to learn to control it. It's going to get you in a lot of trouble if you don't, especially with Brittany."

The glass door slides open and I turn to see Brittany making her way inside. "Hi," she says.

"Brittany!" Rachel shouts behind her. "I still need to tell you about the time Julie Andrews told me I reminded her of a young version-"

Brittany closes the door, cutting Rachel short. "Is everything okay?"

I nod.

"Yeah, everything's good, Brittany," says Quinn. "I'm gonna get going." She drinks the last of her drink and sets the glass down. "Are you guys flying out tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I respond. "We got a morning flight back to Lima. We're gonna go pick up Britt's cat then head back to LA the next day."

"Okay, well, I guess I'll say bye now. I'm going back to Seattle tomorrow so... don't know when I'll see you guys again."

The door slides open once more and in comes Rachel with traces of snow on her shoulders. "Brittany that was extremely rude. I wasn't done talking."

"Sorry," Brittany says.

"So I'll see you guys," Quinn says and takes turns hugging Brittany and Rachel.

"Oh, you're leaving? I guess I'll be going too. Wouldn't want to impose any lady-loving. Unless... I mean, just for educational purposes-"

"No." I scowl in disgust. "You will be going too."

When Quinn gets to me, I hold the hug and squeeze her a little tighter than usual. "Thank you," I whisper and pull away. "For everything. Um... I hope it's not too long before I see you again. You're always welcome to come visit us in LA."

"I'd like that," Quinn smiles.

"Ahem..." Rachel clears her throat loudly.

"Would you like some water?" I ask her, sarcastically.

"She's just joking." Brittany gives her arm a friendly squeeze. "You're welcome to visit us any time. But just you. No like... plus one. Especially if they're tall and doughy."

Rachel frowns and Quinn and I share a chuckle.

Once Brittany and I are left alone she looks at me with the same worried expression from before. "Is something wrong?" She asks.

"No, why?" I collect the bottles around the suite and place them back on the cart.

"I don't know. You seemed kinda... upset?"

I'm starting to hate that word. "No, I'm good."

"Okay." She goes over to the bedroom and I hear her rustling through her suitcase.

I make up as much time as possible fixing bottles that don't need to be fixed before having to join her. I'm still kinda upse- bothered... about her giving Quinn every detail about what went down. I understand why she did it but the feeling of annoyance is still beneath my skin.

I take a deep breath and start walking towards our luxurious bedroom for the night. The alcohol has me feeling extremely sleepy so at least I won't be awkwardly laying in bed with with her for long.

I momentarily freeze by the doorway when I see Brittany. She's still looking through her suitcase except now she's wearing a golden babydoll lingerie piece. She looks up at me and I quickly look away. I change into some sleeping shorts and tee-shirt. I'm about to unclasp my bra under my shirt, but I decide to keep it on.

"I was thinking that maybe we should help Rachel pay some of the bottles," Brittany says as she joins me under the covers. "It came out to a lot more than I expected."

"No way, she's drowning in green," I say before I vigorously start rubbing my eyes.

"You have your contacts in?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I rarely take them out anymore."

"You should just ditch them and wear your glasses."

"You know I hate those things. They make me look like a complete loser."

"You look cute."

I lower my hands away from my face and look at her.

"Nerdy, sexy, and cute," she says then pecks my lips.

"You still think so?"

She nods.

"Well I still think I look like a loser." I close my eyes, my body drifting into sleep.

"San?" She asks timidly.

"Hmm?"

"Do you still think I'm... Am I still attractive... to you?"

My eyes flutter open and find worried blue ones. "Why do you ask that?"

"Well..." Her she lowers her gaze to the space between us then back to me. "I don't know. We haven't been together yet. And I don't want to pressure you if you're not ready... I know it's been awhile since the last time. But... I'm starting to think- I mean, I thought this," she points down at her lingerie, "would catch your attention, but..." She shrugs.

"Britt, of course I find you attractive. You're still the hottest girl I've ever seen. Don't ever doubt my attraction for you." I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "And this little number you're wearing definitely caught my attention it's just that..."

"What?"

"Well, I've been feeling a little weird and guilty when it comes to being with you."

"Why? What do you mean?"

"Um... before I explain, you should know that I do want to be with you - more than anything. I want to make that clear... But I felt that I needed to tell you something before anything between us happened... something that I really don't want to talk about. That's why it's taken me so long to... you know."

"What do you need to tell me? You know you can tell me anything."

"Yeah, I know." I nod. "... Remember my friend, Natalie?"

"You're not... still with her, are you? You never really told me what had happened between the two of you."

"No, no. I'm not with her. She actually broke all ties with me because she knew I was still in love with you. But we did..." I sigh. "Look, that night when she took me out to dinner... I stayed at her place and-"

"You slept with her," Brittany finishes.

"Yeah..."

Brittany's brow furrows. "That's what you wanted to tell me?"

I nod.

"But I already knew that."

"What?" I ask surprised.

"Santana, I might not be the smartest person around, but I'm smart enough to understand the obvious. You spent the night at her place after she took you out to dinner. It's pretty self explanatory. But I don't get what that has to do with us having sex. You feel guilty because you slept with her?"

"I guess. It's just weird. You were living with me and I was out... with someone else."

"But we weren't together then. You were free to do what you wanted with who you wanted."

"I know. But I can't help the feeling I get when we're about to get intimate. It feels like... like I cheated on you. I guess it's because I never stopped being in love with you and knowing I was with someone else while you were waiting for me at home makes me feel awful."

"Honey, stop feeling like that. You did nothing wrong."

"It doesn't bother you that I..."

"Well, I'm not excited about it. And that night when you didn't come home, I was bothered by it, but I had no right to be."

"This is why I hate feelings. They makes everything so complicated and stupid."

"Not all the time. I love being in love with you."

I smile. "Me too."

She brings my hand between us and kisses it. "So that was it? You didn't want to have sexy times with me because you felt guilty?"

"Ialways want to have sexy times with you. I just didn't want to talk about what I did, but I felt it was necessary to do so before we did anything."

"Let's just start over, okay? Forget about feeling guilty and 'cheating.'"

I smile. "I can do that."

"But next time you feel the need to tell me something, you should tell me. This was so silly. You could have told me a long time ago."

"Yeah," I nod. "I'll speak up next time."

"Good." She scoots impossibly close to me and buries her face in my chest.

I wait a few seconds, expecting a kiss or a touch but none come. "Are we not..."

She giggles and kisses my chest. "Not tonight. But soon."

Hello, everyone. I hope you all enjoyed the update. I'm not sure if I will continue this story, so I want to apologize in advance if this is the last update. xo