The plane ride was long, and frankly, excruciatingly so. The minute I walked out of the apartment I missed her so immensely that I couldn't describe it, not even to myself. Now I was going to have to endure two whole weeks without waking up to that beautiful face. A part of me wanted to stay with her and I could see it in her eyes that she really hadn't wanted me to leave but I made the commitment and I had too. Even if it wasn't what I wanted. Besides, maybe the time apart would give me some breathing room and time to think and analyze how I was feeling without constantly being swept up in my emotions. Not that those emotions were bad, in any sense, they were all very good, almost too good.
On the other hand I was excited to be back in New York, and the Hamptons was beautiful this time of year. Plus, there was no way in this world I was going to miss Sugar's birthday. Hopefully through the excitement and chaos that was normally our annual visit to the Hamptons I would forget about how much I already missed Santana. As I hoped, the minute I got off the plane and got my luggage I had 10 unread texts. I smiled to myself, and I don't think Rachel noticed, every single one was from Santana and I couldn't have been happier. They ranged from 'I already miss you', to 'Get your ass home soooonnn', and 'Party it up for me too while I slave away at work'. I smiled at the last one, knowing she needed a vacation, no matter how much she loved her job.
The car was ready and waiting for us outside and the driver put our luggage into the trunk, personally I'm surprised it all fit. Rachel sat beside me half asleep and on the phone with Quinn, reassuring the girl that the flight had gone well. I was left to my own thoughts and my phone. Faster than Edward Cullen, I had texted the girl I longed to be sitting next to. I was sure that I would be waiting awhile before I got a reply but to my delighted surprise she answered almost immediately. Being the smart ass I am I asked her exactly what was on my mind. 'Were you sitting by your phone wishing it would vibrate?' I let out a soft giggle at my own comment, practically knowing the response I would get out of her. 'How did you know? Maybe you're the Edward in this relationship after all, but then again he can't read Bella's thoughts anyways, sucks for you since I'm not about to tell you either.' This was our normal banter, with its flirtatious undertones as I had put it the first time she called me a flirt. The truth of the matter was I loved this banter between us, or whatever you wanted to call it.
I continued my conversation with Santana, even if it was through texts. In the mean time Rachel had ended her conversation with Quinn but was tired, so she took the opportunity to nap. Using my shoulder as a pillow, I let her stay that way for a while before finally shrugging and getting her to move. I hadn't gotten a text from Santana in a few minutes, which seemed like hours. Every minute away from felt that way, as crazy as that sounds and I noticed myself starting to doze off. As if she knew I was falling asleep I felt my blackberry vibrate on my lap. I couldn't help but smile as I read the text. It didn't say anything special, just the fact that it was from her was enough to bring the biggest smile possible to my face. I could never contain it, no matter how hard I tried, and when I was around her I tried really hard. The drive didn't seem as long as it was, most likely because of the company I had, and I'm not talking about the slumbering brunette next to me.
Sure enough, when we pulled up to the large white house, tucked away in the trees, away from the rest of the world, I had no reception. I cursed under my breath as Rachel woke up from the slight jolt of the car stopping. I wanted to throw my phone out the window and into the water that I knew was nearby. Then I remembered that that stupid phone was the only thing connecting me to the gorgeous Latina I left back home. My thoughts were thankfully swept away when I got out of the car and was engulfed in a huge hug that could only be given to me by Sugar. In that moment I knew that I had made the right choice coming out here.
We got ourselves settled, which meant putting our bags into our rooms, before changing and heading out to the pool. Afternoon margarita's sitting next to each one us as we relaxed and caught up was all the settling we needed.
"How's the boy doing?" I asked Sugar. We rarely referred to him by his name, it was something that we had started when they had first met and never really cared to change.
She shrugged. "Same as usual, doesn't know what he wants, and he won't give me a clue. One minute we're good, the next we don't talk for three days so I have no idea."
"I'm going to go rage blackout on his ass fo sho'." Both Sugar and I leaned up and looked over at Rachel who had been quiet up until this point and shook our heads with a slight laugh. Leave it to Rachel to lighten the mood even if she hadn't intended on it.
As we laid basking in the sun, which is something I could have done in California with Santana might I add, she was the only thing on my mind no matter how hard I tried to focus on something, anything else. It wasn't that I was tired of thinking about her, I never was, it just hurt in a weird way to be so far away from her and have no contact with her at all. Since the time she first messaged me we hadn't gone longer than a few hours without talking. I can't explain it, I just never got tired of talking to her; not for one single moment.
Getting too hot, I got up and jumped into the pool, which startled my two best friends. I laughed when I was above the water again as they both gave me dirty looks for splashing them. I stuck my tongue out and climbed onto the floating chair, lying back on it and closing my eyes. Of course her face was all I could see so I decided to give into my thoughts and let them wander. They took me back to a few days before I left. I had taken a run along the beach down to the pier. It was late but I always loved to run at night. Santana and I had just had an intense conversation about what she wanted and what I wanted. I told her and myself that I was fine just staying friends with occasional kissing, and some added benefits. I didn't want her to feel as though she had to keep going along with it if she didn't want to. I left the decision in her hands and told her I was going for a run and where, I didn't want her to worry and she always worried when I went running at night. It wasn't that she didn't think I could handle myself, it was her being sweet.
I sat with my legs dangling off the edge, my feet barely touching the water. I looked up at the stars and I felt better about our situation, it didn't seem as important in that moment. Then I felt her arms around my waist and I saw her legs dangling in the water next to mine as she sat behind me, and leaned her chin on my shoulder. At first neither of us said anything, we just looked out at the water. I placed my hands lightly on top of hers that were still holding me. We had the same conversation that we had in the apartment before I left for my run. It wasn't rude or angry both of us just being genuine and trying to work it out. Finally standing up, deciding to head home she cupped my cheeks in her hands. Before I knew what was going on she covered my lips with hers, the kiss was slow but it ended too soon. Leaning her forehead against mine all she said was, "that's what I want". I nodded, I wasn't normally one for lack of words but Santana always had a way to make that happen. We ran home and our playful nature picked up where we had left off.
A smile crept over my face as I replayed the event in my mind. I somehow managed to find the most amazing person in this world and a part of me knew she was suffering just as much as I was being away from her. The rest of the day went by this way, the three of us laying around sipping on drinks and relaxing. My mind constantly replaying past days with my roommate. That night was Sugar's big birthday party and there had to have been upwards of a hundred people, some we didn't know, in the house and back yard. You'd think with the amount of alcohol flowing through my veins and all the people around that Santana would be the last thing on my mind. Think again. She was still the only thing on my mind, no matter how well I hid if from my two best friends. It was early morning by the time everyone fell asleep, the floor was covered in a sea of people all drunk and passed out. I was thankful to find my room, and especially my bed empty. I checked my phone hoping for signal but of course there was none. Still thinking about the blonde I reached over and grabbed my notebook and a pen, if I couldn't talk to her directly I'd at least write to her like I could.
Hey baby, it's late, like almost 4 a.m. and I'm just getting to bed, the party was fun I will admit. I miss you like crazy, thought you should know that right off the bat. You probably want to know about this party but it was the usual, just good to hang out with Sugar and everyone from up here although the guy she is kind of seeing, Damian is an ass and he's Irish so I can barely make out what he's saying. Anyways, how are you? How was the rest of your day? I wish I knew. The rest of my day was good aside from missing you. We sat around the bonfire and had a few beers before everyone piled in. It was a bit breezy tonight as I watched the fire. My mind kept thinking about you being here with me. Laughing and joking, probably singing who knows what with us. Hope you're doing better at this than I am. Guess I should try and get some sleep. Hope you sleep well. Muah! Goodnight honey xoxo.
P.S. Our couple name is growing on me lol.
I laughed remembering the stupid name she had come up with, Brittana, but it was better than Brangelina so I couldn't complain. The girl just always knew how to make me laugh. I went to bed with my mind still on her but soon, and thankfully sleep took over me. When I woke up it would be 13 days and counting until I could see her beautiful face again but for now my dreams were going to have to do. And that's how I spent my first day completely apart from Santana, and I knew the next day was only going to be harder but I was determined to find a way to talk to her.
TBC…