The next few days were dreadful; the weather was amazing and so was relaxing on the boat, beach, and poolside. Even the curling up with a good book had been nice but all of those things were missing a certain brunette. A certain brunette I couldn't handle not being around any longer. It wasn't that I wanted to leave but at the same time a big part of me wanted to be in the arms of someone who wasn't around.
Now I found myself on a long flight back to LA, it wasn't just because I missed Santana I had got called into work even though I booked off the two weeks. Without thinking though I jumped at the opportunity to head home and be with Santana. I wanted it to be a surprise and I was hoping it would be. The minute I got service on the way to the airport my phone buzzed for roughly ten minutes straight. Message after message I smiled seeing that they were all from her. Sitting on the plane now, apart of me wondered if she had maybe gotten over it all. I knew it was only a week and that she missed me but a week away from someone you've spent everyday with for the past couple months could make any person realize things. Things that I realized the opposite of; I was falling head over heels in love, I know I've said it before but now heading home I knew I had to find a way to hide it. That might make me sound like a coward but I was a coward who didn't want to get my heart broken and cross a line with someone who had become such a vital part of me life.
A couple hours later I find myself on a cab on the way back to my apartment. Anxious doesn't come close to explaining how I'm feeling as I look out the window, not paying attention to anything but my own thoughts. The weather was perfect and I'm pretty sure I won't be finding Santana still asleep in bed which ruins plans of waking her up as a surprise. Maybe I can surprise her on the beach? No that wouldn't work, damn I should have thought this through before jumping on a plane. I just can't wait a second longer to see those sparkling vibrant brown eyes and that smile. As I continued thinking about Santana I didn't realize that the cab had stopped. Pulling out some money I give it to the cabbie and don't bother asking for change as I drag my bags out and rush up the stairs and into the elevator faster than I ever have.
Quietly I open the door to our apartment and I'm instantly bombarded with that familiar smell. Smiling I leave my bags by the door, the place is quiet and that means one of two things; Santana isn't home or she is, in fact still asleep. Creeping quietly down the hall I see that Santana's door is open slightly. Glancing in I can't help but smile at the sight in front of me, slowly moving forward I climb in next to the brunette and wrap my arm around her waist. She stirs a little and mumbles something under breath that I can't make out. We laid there for awhile and I wasn't sure if she was awake or not and then she said something that I couldn't help but laugh at.
"So not waking up from this dream for a week." It was muffled but cute non the less.
I kissed her cheek lightly before whispering in her ear. "You're not dreaming San, I'm home."
"Mhmm, sure in my dreams." She smiled, and I could have played nice but nice just isn't how Santana and I have ever played. It's far to over rated, getting up I turned on her stereo and grabbed a bottle of water. Smiling I changed the song on her ipod and jumped onto her bed as the music started to play.
"Listen baby! Ain't no mountain high, ain't no valley low, ain't no river widdeee enough baby." I sang really loud in my water bottle microphone and dancing around on her bed. Rolling over onto her back those brown eyes just stared up at me like I was dead. It just made me sing louder and jump around even more. "Remember the day I set you free, I told you, you could always count on me darling. From that day on I made a vow I'll be there when you want me some way some how."
Finally she snapped out of her dreaming daze but I just kept singing. "My love is alive, way down in my heart although we are miles apart, if you ever need a helping hand I'll be there on the double just as fast as I can."
"You're home, you're really home." She sat up with the biggest smile I had ever seen on her face and pulled me down. I still kept singing, I love this song and I loved bugging her so it was a perfect match. But those arms were around me once again and I couldn't have been happier, or so I thought. Finally she started to sing with me, I knew she secretly loved this song. "Don't you know that there ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough, ain't no river wide enough, to keep me from getting to you." We both laughed as the song ended and some where in between the singing Santana had ended up half on top of me, which I certainly wasn't complaining about. Smiling she leaned down and kissed me so softly I thought I was dreaming and then she said it. "You are so dunzo for waking me up but I'm glad you did."
I couldn't help but laugh at her threat. "How many times have I told you not to say that? Just shut up and kiss me again."
"I can do that." Once again I felt her lips brush softly across mine. Everything else faded away and I was exceptionally happy to be home in her arms. Even if nothing happened between us in terms of a relationship I would suck it up and deal with it because there was no way I was losing this amazing woman. "I'm so glad you're home." It was soft and sweet and full of caring. "So amazingly glad." She smiled that smile that always had a way of making my head spin. Her smile contagious and never have I loved someone's smile so much. For now my fears and worries about my feelings and hers were at ease. "By the way, it's really cute that you mumble my name in your sleep." Leaning back she smiled at me some more.
"Rachel is dunzo!" I couldn't believe Rachel had told her about that, actually I can, it was Rachel after all. My face felt heated and red but none of it mattered, nothing did because I was right where I needed to be.