"I'm in Greenville, where you told me you live, silly!"
Santana starts in surprise. Brittany drove all the way to her house in South Carolina? "Why didn't you answer your phone, Brittany? We were so worried about you!" Especially me.
"It died and I forgot to charge it without you here to remind me. But then I remembered because I was thinking about you and then I saw you've called me like a bajillion times."
"Look, Brittany. Just stay there, okay? I'll hop on a flight and come get you. I should be there in four hours, if I can get the flights close enough together."
"Why would it take you so long, Santana? It only took me an hour-and-a-half to drive here! I've been waiting for you for so long... And I can't find your house number, just the street which is really weird. Oops! I gotta go! Mrs. B's saying that dinner's ready! Bye!"
Click.
Augh. Santana wants to scream in frustration. Why does Brittany keep hanging up on her? It's getting dang annoying. Santana's brows furrow in confusion as she attempts to process what Brittany meant. She said she's in Greenville. But how did she know how to get there? And what the hell did she mean it only took her an hour-and-a-half to drive there?
She calls Brittany's parents and they seem puzzled as well. Even Kurt, the fashion-crazy-brainiac-extraordinaire, has no idea.
It's up to Santana, the one who knows Brittany best, to find Brittany.
So, she acts like Brittany would have when she first set off to find Santana.
She grabs a paper that has her town's address on it and gets in the car.
And she reaches for her GPS to type in the address. However, the address that pops up on the screen is not what she expected.
Oh.
Santana rushes back inside and tears up to her room as she grabs her keys.
She knows where Brittany is. Finally!
In her hurry, Santana forgets to tell anyone where she's going, but it's too late now. In about an hour-and-a-half, she arrives in a town in Ohio, fairly close to Lima, called Greenville. Apparently Brittany didn't know that Santana had moved to South Carolina (Santana hadn't written the state initials down because she thought Brittany knew) so Brittany just went wherever the GPS told her. And the closest Greenville to Lima, Ohio was Greenville, Ohio. Also, it has a street named "Central Street", just like in Greenville, South Carolina, in which Santana now lives. Go figure.
She wonders what the heck Brittany has been doing in this town for the last two days if it only takes an hour or so to get here. No, scratch that. She doesn't even want to contemplate what sort of havoc Brittany's been wreaking since she got here.
She finds Central Street easily enough and then sits with her car idling as she attempts to call Brittany. Brittany doesn't answer so Santana sighs, knowing she's going to have to go down this entire street, knocking on every frickin' door and asking for Brittany. This could be a long day.
She walks up to the first house and rings the bell. A portly, old man answers. "I'm not buying any girl scout cookies!" He slams the door in her face.
Of all the nerve... She knocks again extra loudly, just for the satisfaction. He opens the door again but before he can get a word out, she spews, "WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? Listen mister, you're obviously a sad, pathetic excuse for a human being but I need to find my friend. She has blond hair and is about 5 foot 5. Her name's Brittany. Have you seen her?"
"No." He slams the door again and Santana rolls her eyes. She really hopes the people living in the houses on the rest of the street are friendlier.
They are. One lady offers her cookies and Santana is hard pressed to refuse. Another asks if she'd like to by some Mary Kay make-up (what the heck? Why not!) and the third guy tries to give her money (which she refuses) because he feels sorry for her. Her favorite though, is the fifth house in.
She knocks on the door and a middle-aged woman with brown hair opens the door.
"Hi! Um... I'm looking for my friend. She's about 5 foot 5 and has blond hair and blue eyes. Her name's Brittany. Have you seen her?"
The lady smiles. "Yes, of course! She's right here! BRITTANY! SOMEONE'S HERE TO SEE YOU!"
Santana steps into the foyer and sighs in relief as her beautiful Brittany comes pounding down the stairs.
Brittany flings herself into Santana's arms and wraps her own around Santana's neck so tight that Santana's sure she'll have bruises. But she doesn't care because Brittany is safe and okay and at Santana's side again.
Where she belongs.
"Santana! I'm so glad you're finally here! These nice people saw that I didn't have any place to sleep so they've been letting me sleep here! They run a teen shelter house for people like me without a home! I've been waiting forever! Where's your house, anyway?"
Santana doesn't bother telling Brittany that she does indeed have a home. Instead, Santana attempts to explain to Brittany that Santana's house is actually located in Greenville, South Carolina not Greenville, Ohio, but Brittany just wrinkles her nose and looks confused, so Santana cops out. "Um, what all that means Britt is that my house is a magical moving house and that it's no longer here. It evaporates sometimes and then lands in a new location. Right now it's in South Carolina."
"Oh! Okay!" Brittany grabs her hand and leads her upstairs. "I have something to give you!"
Santana follows Brittany upstairs, trying to ignore the warmth and strength of Brittany's agile hand, still holding her own.
When Brittany gives Santana the letter, however, she thinks she might faint. Is this a response to her own letter? A formal rejection? She's not sure she can take anymore rejection and pain.
At Brittany's urging she opens the letter and soon tears fill her eyes. She looks up after she has finished reading the letter to find Brittany standing in front of her, nervously smiling.
"Did you like it? I hope it made sense. You know how Kurt can be and all. He doesn't make much sense sometimes..."
Santana simply smiles and steps into Brittany's space, so that their bodies are touching. "I love it... and I... love you."
"Aw, I love you too, San!" To Santana's surprise, Brittany closes the gap between them as her soft lips find Santana's own. It's better than Santana imagined. Brittany's lips move against her own and Santana wraps her arms around Brittany's waist, trying to pull them even closer together. She wants to be near every inch of Brittany. Brittany bites gently on her lower lip, asking for entrance and their tongues collide in a dance known since the beginning of time. It doesn't matter that they're both woman. What matters is that they love each other and they're right for each other.
Now Santana just has to convince her parents of that.