Can't Let You Go

by xyouaremylobsterx

Seven years ago Brittany Pierce's heart got broken. Throughout that time she learnt to let it heal and move on. She thinks her life is going great, that is until the famous singer Santana Lopez comes back into her life. Now Brittany's going to have to decide, will she go with her head or will she go with her heart. -A/U

9. Chapter 8-Part 2

Chapter Eight – Part Two

30th March 2012

She couldn't help it; she didn't mean to leave Quinn like that. She knew she should have stayed by her side that was what she was meant to do after all. But Santana just couldn't help it. As soon as those huge golden doors flung open and she saw everyone staring at the two perfect looking people standing there Santana knew she had to get closer. She had to see her, no matter what.

So she disappeared, as soon as she saw Quinn get distracted she knew that would be her only chance, so she took it. She couldn't even see where she was headed, seeing as there were so many people around – and she wasn't exactly the tallest person, even with heels – she couldn't see the door properly, and her mask wasn't helping. Santana wanted to just throw the thing on the ground, give it a few good stampings, just because, before actually making her way to the door. But she knew she couldn't do that, she needed the damn thing, even if most of the people here look way too classy to ever listen to her kind of music she still didn't want to risk it. Tonight was Brittany's night. It was her engagement party, even though it pained her to think it, it was true. Santana wasn't going to take that away from her. So she headed for what she thought might be the gold doors, with her mask on, all while keeping a good look out for that face, the one she hadn't seen in so long.

But as she searched and searched, she couldn't seem to find her anywhere. She didn't know if they would have masks on too, but Santana prayed that they didn't otherwise she would never find them. She would never find her.

She started to get closer to the door now, but she knew that there was no point in going there anymore; they would have already made their way inside. So now she had to turn back around and try to find them all over again, but this time knowing full well that they would be in here, somewhere.

Santana ended up facing the direction of the stage at the side. She was going to look away when a familiar face stopped her. She looked a bit longer, just to be sure that it was him. But Santana knew straight away that it was, for no one else could be as white as he was and have a mouth as big as that.

Standing right there on the stage, with an entire orchestra behind him, in his smartest suit was Sam Evans. She could see that he had finally gotten rid of his Justin Bieber hairstyle, now having it short and simple. His face still looked the same, just a bit more mature and defined. Santana was impressed, she loved that everyone in Glee Club impressed her tonight, she was glad that they all knew just how special this night was.

It involved one Brittany Pierce, so of course it was going to be special. She still couldn't find her anywhere, even though she was now watching Sam, Santana still kept a look out for that familiar flash of gold or blue. And if she saw another type of gold Santana knew to hide straight away. She couldn't allow Quinn to find her yet, not until she saw Brittany. But it wasn't long until all thought flew out the window as she heard a light tapping on a microphone and the sound of someone clearing his voice.

Sam looked so nervous up there, with everyone staring up at him; she was almost tempted to give the man a hug.

"Testing, testing" he mumbled quietly into the microphone, and when he was sure that it was working he carried on. "So, erm, I was asked to sing a song tonight, by the lovely Bride-to-be, Brittany Pierce, and obviously I said yes straight away I think everyone's a sucker for her puppy dog eyes" he said light-heartedly, gaining a few chuckles from the guests.

She could see him become perkier now that he had everyone's full attention and knew that they weren't laughing at him.

"Don't worry James, I'm only joking, I know you're the only sucker really" Sam laughed out; Santana could hear everyone else laugh too including whom she supposed was James. "But anyways, enough with the chit-chat, I was asked to sing so I shall sing. This ones for the lovely couple, may you have wonderful days together, including nights too" Sam ended with a cheeky wink making everyone let out a chuckle again at his joke, some even giving a playful whistle in agreement.

At least they where actually funny this time, Santana was happy to see that he had come a long way since Junior year.

Even though everyone was practically rubbing in Brittany's happy relationship in her face, Santana still found herself joining in with everyone else as they raised their glasses and toasted to 'James and Brittany', she even clapped for them too.

If Brittany really was happy, than who was she to get in the way. That's when the music started, and Santana recognised the soft tune straight away and laughed at Sam's choice of song. She just hoped that he could pull off Frank Sinatra.

# Strangers in the night, exchanging glances

Wondering in the night, what were the chances?

We'd be sharing love before the night was through

Santana began to make her way to the bar again. After seeing everyone immediately pair themselves with a partner for a dance, Santana knew that she'd need a few more Vodka's to help her get through if she was going to have to suffer all this romance for the rest of the night.

She found herself humming and swaying slightly to the song, even though she wasn't fond of it Sam was pulling it off quite well. If she knew that she wasn't all for the ladies Santana would definitely be all up in that, she had to admit Trouty-Mouth wasn't so bad in High School. And it was at that moment, just a few steps away from the bar, that Santana saw her.

Something in your eyes, was so inviting

Something in your smile, was so exciting

Something in my heart, told me I must have you

She could recognise that perfect shade of light blue a mile away. And for Santana she really did seem that far from her, even though she was only a couple of steps away. Santana's breathe hitched; she stopped moving altogether – and maybe breathing too.

Brittany was standing there, in front of her, and she looked breath-taking.

Her skin was a-glow, she could see her shining so bright, just like the perfect smile she had on her face. Santana loved that her freckles could just about be seen, if someone looked hard enough – like she. Her golden blonde hair tied up neatly in a fancy hair-do to go with her simple – but fancy – white dress which also flowed elegantly to the floor. She had light blush and eye-shadow on, with a tad bit of mascara too, so people could admire her dress more than her face. But Santana found that she was all for her eyes, it was all she could see. From that moment on, Santana knew.

Strangers in the night, two lonely people

We were strangers in the night

Santana caught her stare and held it; she wasn't going to look anywhere else. She found that she could breathe again when she noticed that Brittany seemed to have stopped, she was breathless too.

Santana would have given her signature smirk, had it not been for the beautiful angel staring down at her. Santana found that out of everyone tonight, Brittany was the one who looked exactly the same, and Santana loved that the most.

Up to the moment when we said our first hello, little did we know?

Love was just a glance away, a warm embracing dance away

Neither woman moved neither woman seemed to be breathing or thinking at all. They both just seemed to stare longingly at one another, nothing ever breaking them apart. And with each passing second of staring into those pools of blue Santana found herself going back to her six year-old self and seeing those eyes for the very first time.

When Puckerman pushed her and she helped her up, she was being Brittany's perfect Knight as she helped her damsel in distress. Brittany was staring at her the exact same way she did that day, like she had never seen anything more remarkable.

And ever since that night, we've been together

Lovers at first sight, in love forever

It turned out so right, for strangers in the night

Santana wanted to step closer; she wanted to be closer to her because right now she just seemed so far away. She could see that Brittany was thinking it too, but still neither of them could move.

It was almost like they had stepped on glue and were now stuck there forever. She needed someone or something to distract her, to get in their way, but nothing seemed to be happening. So Santana just held her breathe and waited; besides she would stare into those eyes all night if she had too.

Santana could hear the song coming to an end, Sam humming away the rest of the tune until it started to fade, but still she found herself staring. Her arms beginning to get tired as her mask never moved, she then realised that all Brittany could see was her eyes. But she knew from the way that she was looking at her, slowly biting her bottom lip as she did so, it was more than enough for her.

The song came to an end, as did their staring, and Santana noticed an arm slowly make its way around Brittany's waist. And then suddenly she was met with the face of a smiling man as he placed his head on Brittany's shoulder. It seemed so he could see where Brittany was looking, and all Santana could do was smile back.

She hated that their staring was broken, after it seemed to have gone on a lifetime, but what she hated the most was the fact that someone else was now holding her precious damsel in distress in his arms. The exact same way that she used to, all those years ago.

When Santana looked at that face closely, she gasped her hand instantly going to her mouth. She had seen that face before. Those light brown curls, now styled out nicely in a fancy haircut, that broad masculine face, those charming eyes and smile. She knew him. It was James, James Mills. He was from their year in High School. She thought he was an idiot, a sleazebag who charmed his way into girl's pants. Puckerman did that too (she knew that from experience) but James did it more in that cheeky smile way. She thought he'd be the last person she'd ever see again, she kind-of forgot about him, in all honesty, seeing as she never really spoke to the man. And here he was now. Doing that exact same smile, only now with Brittany in his arms.

Santana hated to admit it, but they did look like the picture perfect couple. Standing in that position, all smiles – even if Brittany's did seem off for some reason. James in his perfect white suit, and black bow tie, and Brittany in her perfect white dress (and she knew that she'd be wearing black somewhere to match and seeing as she couldn't see her shoes Santana wasn't sure she wanted to know the other options). Santana dropped her hand and let her smile fade away; she gave a small roll of her eyes at their perfect-ness. But at least with him there that gave Santana the confidence to go up and speak to the couple, it was better than speaking to Brittany alone.

Santana quickly ordered a 'scotch on the rocks' needing something a tad stronger before heading to their direction. She found that James was now looking somewhere else, not in the least interested at seeing Santana Lopez at their party, even with a mask on he knew straight away it was her. But Brittany carried on staring, never once taking her eyes off of the Latina making her way towards them.

When she got there her eyes instinctively landed straight on Brittany's, but her smile was for the both of them. She saw Brittany give her toothy smile back, her eyes instantly brightening now that Santana was standing right there in front of her.

"Well, well, well, look who it is" Santana said to her playfully.

Her voice coming out low and husky, Santana didn't mean to sound flirty, it was just a habit she guessed. But she certainly didn't regret it when she saw Brittany's breathe hitch, especially when she took her time to reply, almost like she had to find her voice.

"Santana, is that really you?" Brittany asked her, her voice coming out small and innocent.

"It's really me, who else could pull off this dress, with this mask" Santana told her pointing to her dress and mask when she said it. Her cheeky smile never leaving her face.

"That's true" Brittany giggled out, she noticed how she seemed to blush a bit and even lifted her mouth up, timidly, to cover it.

It was almost like she had gone back to being sixteen again and having her crush ask her to the prom for the first time.

"I see you still haven't changed then, still the same cocky attitude" James said, breaking her stare from Brittany as she now looked over at him.

She could see through his smile and the way his eyes sparkled that he was only joking, but the way he seemed to have held on tighter to Brittany said otherwise.

Was he scared?

"James, be nice" Brittany chastised, poking him lightly on the arm.

"I am Santana knows I'm only joking, right?"

"Yeah, sure, I see you don't need to be doing any introductions. I still remember you James; hope you're still not that cheeky player that you were in High School?" Santana asked her eyebrows rising as she did so.

"No, no, of course not I'm a one woman man now, right babe?" he asked Brittany, nudging her slightly to capture her attention.

She finally looked away from Santana as she turned her head to the side.

"Of course you are, you don't need to ask me that" Brittany told him sincerely, but looked away almost immediately and went straight back to Santana again; it was like she was scared to look away in fear of her not being there when she looked back. Santana's smile faltered at that thought, she hated making her feel like that. That wasn't something she should have to worry about at all.

"It's so good to see you again Britt-any" Santana stumbled at the end, not really knowing if she could still call her by her nickname. "You look beautiful tonight, definitely better than anyone else in this room" she said truthfully, her eyes twinkling to prove it.

Brittany let out a small gasp at that, before her face began to redden. If she thought she had made her an embarrassed school girl before, she was so wrong, because that was Brittany now. As she began to let out small giggles, covering her mouth again, whilst saying 'stop, no, stop' bashfully. Santana found herself giggling too.

"It's true, really"

"Oh, Santana, if you say so" she batted away shyly.

"Oh I see, so you can believe her when she calls you that but you can't believe me?" James asked, his face falling a bit like he was truly hurt.

Brittany looked back at him, and started rubbing his arm reassuringly.

"That's because you have to say that to me, sweetie"

"Typical" James replied, rolling his eyes playfully.

"You look really nice too, San-tana" Brittany told her earnestly, stumbling on her name too. "And I'm glad you made it tonight"

"I wouldn't have missed it for the world" Santana said genuinely.

Brittany just gave her a toothy smile in reply. That in itself made her heart beat faster. She saw Brittany look away from her and down to her hand, or rather her pinkie on her right hand.

She knew straight away exactly what she was thinking, oh how Santana had missed a simple gesture of theirs like pinkie-links. She wanted to be able to do that with her now, more than anything and by the way Brittany's hand seemed to reach forward, slowly she could tell she wanted to as well. Santana would have let her too; she would let Brittany do anything to her right now, if it hadn't been for James interrupting their moment by asking Brittany if she wanted anything.

"Huh?" Brittany asked him, shaking her head slightly as if to get herself out of her daze.

"I asked if you wanted anything, from the bar."

"Oh, yeah, just an Apple-tini will be fine thanks" she told him, as he nodded and began to walk away.

It was only when he was out of ear-shot that Santana realised she was alone with Brittany. And she hadn't the slightest clue what to say. She wanted to look at her, but she couldn't seem to bring herself too. Not until she at least knew what to say. But nothing seemed to come to mind.

Their silence was growing longer, Brittany wasn't speaking either, and it was beginning to become very awkward. And yet, nothing. She settled for asking 'Why James?' not in the angry way, in the genuinely curious way (because she really was) until she looked up at her eyes.

Brittany looked conflicted; it was like she had been arguing with herself. What about she didn't know, but she guessed that she had something to do with it. Brittany wasn't smiling anymore, or being her bashful self. It seemed she had begun to realise that she wasn't sixteen anymore.

Her face was a mixture of hurt and anger, Santana knew that she wanted to say something, maybe she even wanted answers, either of which Santana would have been happy to give her, if it meant that she didn't look so beaten up inside anymore. But it seemed Brittany didn't want to even give her the satisfaction of talking and instead began to turn around and walk away. Where she was going Santana definitely didn't know she just watched as she began to run away.

The only thing she had the chance to pick up on was the fact that Brittany quietly whispered out "I can't do this" before leaving her there on her own.

All Santana could do was just stand there, as she watched the girl she once knew run away from her. Again. She continued to stare at her backless dress, watching every part of her as she walked out of her life once more.

That's when Santana realised that she shouldn't have to be the one to watch. She shouldn't be the one left in the sidelines. She was still the girl she once knew. Her Brittany was in there somewhere, she knew it. She could feel her from the moment they laid eyes on each other again.

She didn't want to lose her again. She couldn't, even if she tried. Her heart was already hurting too much just watching her leave now. So Santana did the first thing she could think of. No matter how stupid it may be. She knew she shouldn't do it. She knew that she should leave.

I'm at her engagement party for Heavens sake. But she just couldn't bring herself too.

She couldn't fight it anymore. She ran after her. And she didn't look back.

Her heart was hammering away inside of her. Her belly was doing all sorts of flips, but she chose to ignore it all. All she could think about was her. All she could see was Brittany. She didn't want to see anything else.

She followed her and went straight through the golden doors, which lead to the grand garden outside. It was dark. Santana didn't realise how late it must be by now. She couldn't really make out much because of the night sky, but when she looked around she could see hedges and tall trees in the distance. She thought she could make out a pond too, but she couldn't really be sure as the garden was quite big and she was only standing on the stoned patio part of it.

Santana smiled at the luxurious-ness of it all. She knew straight away that this wasn't Brittany's choosing at all. She'd never go for something as upscale as this, especially for a simple party. But then again, she was thinking of her Brittany. She didn't really know a thing about this Brittany. But after that moment in the hall, she was intrigued to find out. She wanted to know every single part of her. All over again. She did have seven long years to make up for.

She knew that Brittany could see her. How could she not, her bright red dress would easily stick out anywhere, especially in the dark. And she knew white would be just as easy to find too. But for some reason, as she looked around at the empty darkness, she couldn't seem to find her anywhere. There were no traces of white to be seen.

Santana tried to squint her eyes but she still couldn't see a thing. She tried harder. Still nothing. Just as she was beginning to lose all hope she heard rustling in the distance. She decided to try and hear it again, to make sure she wasn't just going crazy, and stood very still. She heard it again. It seemed to be coming from her right side. She immediately looked over there, and straight away she knew who was making that noise. She could definitely see her white dress shining out in the black sky. Santana started to make her way towards it, wondering why she was hiding from her behind a bush of all things.

And then she could hear it. It was the sound she missed the most about her. It was the sound of her giggles. Santana started to smile instantly. Every step she took, the giggling got louder, and more contagious too. Soon enough she was giggling with her (even though she hadn't the slightest clue why she was giggling in the first place). She was the one who got freaked out and then ran away. Leaving her almost broken hearted, again.

She reached the bushes and began to decide whether she should let her know that she had found her or play along with the strange game she had made all of a sudden. Santana was going to go with the latter but she really wanted to talk to Brittany right now. She just wanted to hear her voice again. So she quickly lifted her hand to the bush and pushed the small leaves to the side and when she did she was left with the cutest sight she had ever seen. And she had seen many cute things. All mostly to do with the very woman she was staring at now.

Brittany was squatted down in a corner, in her long white dress with a hand covering her toothy smile, as if she was really trying to cover up her giggles. Her eyes were sparkling a deep ocean blue; Santana really hadn't seen anything as cute as that. As cute as her. This was the Brittany she knew. And Santana started to laugh out loud at the absurdity of it all.

"Brittany. What the hell?" Santana asked the blonde haired woman, after her laughter died down. Her eyebrows began to scrunch up in confusion, she wasn't really sure she even wanted to know why she was hiding in a bush in the first place, but it was the first thing she thought of to say.

"What? It's not my fault that you managed to find me out here when I was clearly trying to hide from you in the first place" Brittany told her, her face going serious, but Santana could see the humour in her eyes.

This was definitely the Brittany she knew.

"Well, I suppose it is quite a good hiding spot for someone wearing white in a dark place like this." Santana said her laughter turning into small chuckles.

She really had missed her best friend. And then suddenly everything was beginning to come back to her again. This really wasn't a laughing situation. "But why are you hiding from me Brittany? It's only me" Santana asked her, her sincerity shining through. She never wanted Brittany to have to hide from her.

"That's exactly why I'm hiding, because it's you. Why are you here Santana?" She asked her, all humour now gone out the window.

Santana wanted to bring it back, suddenly, at the seriousness of there conversation now. But she knew it was a little too late for jokes. Seven years too late.

"Because… because I wanted to see you again" Santana told her honestly, her eyes locking onto Brittany's still shining blue ones. "I wanted to see my best friend again."

Brittany looked away when the staring had started to become too much, and she nodded her head in understanding. Santana breathed a sigh of relief at that. She understood.

"Come on, you shouldn't be hiding at your own party. Lets get you inside" Santana said to her. Brittany looked at the door, as if only just remembering where she was.

She started to stand up and nodded her head again, but this time in agreement. She stepped over the small bush and soon was standing right beside the woman she thought she would never see again.

Seven years, she thought. It had been seven whole years, and she still looked exactly the same. And as if reading her mind Santana looked up. They both looked up at each other at the exact same time and couldn't help but look straight into the others eyes. Brown meeting blue once more.

"Lets go inside" Brittany echoed what Santana said, but not meaning any of it.

She didn't want to go inside, not really. She knew she had to but for some reason she couldn't stand the thought of leaving Santana again. Not when she had just got her back. She couldn't bear to ever be without her again.

"Typical, Rachel would choose a Celine Dion song to sing at a party wouldn't she?" Santana asked rhetorically, chuckling as she did so. Their eyes never leaving each others. Brittany scrunched her face in confusion. She was completely lost now. Why would Santana say that?

"Can't you hear the music?" Santana scrunched her face in confusion too.

She wasn't the only one hearing that was she?

Brittany stood still, then, she wanted to know what she was talking about. That's when she could hear the familiar tune of the song in the background, and Brittany finally caught on. Yeah, that was definitely a Rachel thing to do. And then suddenly a slight breeze could be felt, Brittany shivered as she felt the wind brush past her.

# there were nights when the wind was so cold

That my body froze in bed

If I just listened to it

Right outside the window

She lifted her hands to either side of her arms and started to rub them up and down to keep warm. But it seemed she wasn't the only one who thought of doing that too, for as soon as she moved her hands up Santana instinctively lifted hers to Brittany's arms too. Her hands touched Brittany's and an instant shock ran through them both. Santana flinched her hands away immediately. It was almost like an electric shock, but she knew that it couldn't possibly be that when she felt butterflies flying around her stomach. She only ever got them when she was either nervous, or when she touched Brittany. She remembered she used to always get that feeling whenever the two touched before. And it seemed that she still got it now.

Their eyes were still looking deeply into one another's, and from the slight wideness in Brittany's she knew that she had felt that too. And then suddenly everything was coming back to her.

All those nights lying next to a blonde haired, blued eyed beauty. All those days spent being right next to her, and never leaving her side. Every cuddle, every kiss, every touch. They all left her feeling exactly how she was feeling now, like she was on cloud nine. And she couldn't look away from those precious blue eyes.

There were days when the sun was so cruel

Santana started to move closer to her, never losing eye contact as she did so. She learnt long ago that it was always better when it involved eye contact. The blonde standing in front of her taught her that.

That all the tears turned to dust

And I just knew my eyes were drying up forever

When they were standing face to face, only mere centre meters away from each other, Santana brought her hand up to Brittany's cheek. Slowly and gently, and she started to stroke her thumb up and down, loving every second of feeling her soft warm skin beneath her palm.

I finished crying in the instant that you left

But instead of relaxing into her touch, like she had hoped, Brittany turned her head away from her. Their staring finally broken. She started to look at the ground instead. She couldn't look at her right now, not when all she could think about was all the nights she had spent crying over the woman standing right in front of her.

And I can't remember when or where or how

And I banished every memory you and I had ever made

Brittany couldn't stand being around her anymore, she was giving her too many memories, too many thoughts. She didn't want to think anymore. Her stomach was driving her crazy with all the flips and tingles just being next to Santana were giving her. So she started to walk away.

But then she felt it. It was small and gentle. But she felt it.

Santana's hand grabbed hold of her wrist, nice and firm. Her hands were so smooth. Her fingers started caressing her out of instinct. She remembered feeling them all over her, inside of her. The thoughts sending shivers to run down her body. Brittany didn't look behind her. She dreaded seeing her eyes right now.

"Don't go Britt?" Santana asked, her voice supposed to be husky but coming out croaky instead, as a lump formed in her throat. She really didn't want Brittany to leave.

But when you touch me like this

And you hold me like that

Brittany's breathe hitched.

"Please?" Santana's pleading voice breaking Brittany's invisible shield down completely. Seven years of making them for her safety and Santana breaks them in a single touch.

I just have to admit

That's its all coming back to me

She remembered every touch, every kiss. It was causing Goosebumps to go shooting up her arm, all the way down to her toes. Oh Santana, the things she did to her. Sometimes it was just all too much.

When I touch you like this

And I hold you like that

Brittany turned around and faced her all over again. She could see the hurt in Santana's eyes and that alone caused the last remaining shield of hers to crumble. She never wanted to see her hurt again. She reached up and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. Looking straight into her eyes with determination, she wanted to say it all with her eyes. She wasn't going anywhere.

It's so hard to believe but it's all coming back to me

(It's all coming back; it's all coming back to me now)

There were moments of gold

And there were flashes of light

It wasn't until she felt Santana's breathing hit her neck that she realised just how close they were. Her head was screaming at her to move away. It was telling her that she shouldn't be doing this. But then when she saw those mocha lips of hers smiling, her legs couldn't help but wobble a bit, especially under her intense stare. And she knew straight away that her heart was going to win that fight, as it was thudding away like a rabbit leaping through hoops.

There were things I'd never do again

But then they'd always seemed right

Santana's breathing was getting too much; it was making her feel like she could fly. Her hand tracing shapes on her wrist. Brittany's hand on her shoulder was starting to slip as she started to move in closer.

She wanted to touch the clouds with her. She wanted to see the stars shooting in the sky, with her. She wanted to do everything, with her. Oh the things this girl was making her feel.

There were nights of endless pleasure

It was more than any laws allow

Baby, baby

And then suddenly Santana's free hand grabbed a hold of Brittany's waist and pushed her front into hers. The space no longer existing between the two. They were no longer two, as their bodies instinctively moulded into each other. Even after years of separation. Their bodies never forgot how to react when they touched. They were like a positive and negative magnet, clinging onto each other as soon as they were faced with the force between them.

Brittany breathed her all in. She could smell every part of her. That rich Chanel perfume that she loved so much. Santana was filled with the scent of honey, and a little bit of something extra. She didn't even need to think to know what that was. It was just pure Brittany. She was filled with Brittany, just like she used to be.

If I kiss you like this

And if you whisper like that

Santana leaned in to Brittany, her lips barely grazing hers before she whispered a small 'Hi'.

It was lost long ago

But it's all coming back to me

Brittany could feel her breathe on her lips and it made her mouth tingle with want. She wanted her to lean in all the way, right now, her eyes deepening a shade darker at just the thought of feeling those soft, moist lips upon hers again.

If you want me like this

And if you need me like that

Santana's breathe hitched at the look in Brittany's eyes. She had never seen them so fierce, so full of hunger and want. It was making her whole body tingle, just that little bit more.

It was dead long ago

But it's all coming back to me

All those years of never seeing each other, to suddenly be in each others arms, like this. Was just too much, it really was too hard to resist. Neither woman wanting too.

It's so hard to resist

And it's all coming back to me

I can barely recall

But it's all coming back to me now

But it's all coming back

But she had too. She had to fight temptation as she began to remember just where they were. She shouldn't be out here, with Santana. She should be inside, with him. And suddenly she remembered everything.

She remembered walking away. Santana leaving, all the pain and hurt caused by that one simple fact. She didn't want to see her face, her beautiful, beautiful face. Brittany instantly turned around, her back hitting Santana's front instead. But instead of getting rid of the tingles it only made her shiver more. Causing both women's breathe to hitch at the new found sensation.

But you were history with the slamming of the door

Brittany ripped her wrist away from Santana's warm hands. The cold air hitting her hand instantly at the loss of contact. But she chose to ignore it. She tried to break free of her grip but Santana only used her other hand to hold onto her tighter, bringing Brittany back into her.

And I made myself so strong again somehow

Brittany turned her face to look Santana dead in the eyes. Her eyes were no longer filled with want, but hate. She hated what she made her go through. She hated how she made her feel. She shouldn't be feeling anything.

And I never wasted any of my time on you since then

She turned towards her again and placed both hands on her shoulders and she started pushing Santana backwards, slowly. Her eyes saying everything words couldn't. The sparkle was no longer evident; her eyes were dark and piercing, full of anger and Santana gasped at the strength of it.

But if I touch you like this

Santana never wanted to see Brittany look at her like that again. She never wanted her to feel hurt again. So she used the fact that Brittany's hands were on her shoulders to her advantage and placed her hands on the blonde's small waist. Her hands tingled with the simple touch and Santana smiled at this. Brittany's eyes started to lighten at the sight. She never could stay mad at the girl for long. She started to smile back.

And if you kiss me like that

Santana inched in closer and rubbed the tip of her nose on Brittany's, causing both women to burst into light laughter. Hearing Brittany's laugh was magical to Santana, it was like the best music in her ears. She never wanted her to stop.

It was so long ago

But it's all coming back to me

Brittany's hands loosened their hold on her shoulders and she started to feel a tingle from her skin touching hers. Brittany never wanted it to stop.

If you touch me like this

And if I kiss you like that

Brittany's eyes flicked down to her lips, the temptation coming back all over again at just the sight of their plumpness. But she shook the thought away by looking back into those dark chocolate brown eyes. She could feel herself melt into them; she really couldn't look anywhere else anymore. She was hypnotised.

It was gone with the wind

But it's all coming back to me

(It's all coming back, its all coming back to me now)

There were moments of gold

Santana flicked Brittany's stray hair, making golden hair fly around in the air before coming straight back down to its place. Brittany smiled even more at Santana's random act of playfulness.

And there were flashes of light

And then suddenly she was twirled out of Santana's grasp as she was spun round and around gracefully.

There were things I'd never do again

But then they'd always seemed right

Santana grabbed hold of Brittany's hand and as quickly as she could she twirled her back into her arms. Using all her strength Santana decided to lift Brittany up by their attached hands. Brittany helped her by giving a small jump, and Santana used all her muscles and held her tightly as she started to spin them around. Their laughter floating away in the pitch-black sky.

There were nights of endless pleasure

It was more than any laws allow

Once she stopped spinning them, Santana brought Brittany back down. She started to wrap her right arm gently around Brittany's stomach, her left hand grabbing her waist to push her back into her. All laughter was gone when they both began to realise the position they were in.

Brittany let out a small moan at the feeling of Santana's warm front against her behind. The pleasure getting to her, making her head go all fuzzy with the memories of long nights spent in bed together, and lazy mornings waking up together. Oh, if only she could be sixteen again.

Baby, baby, baby

When you touch me like this

And when you hold me like that

Santana nuzzled her face into Brittany's bare neck, the smell of honey and Brittany filling her up inside-out. Brittany gasped at the sensation, her toes curling inside her black high-heeled shoes. Brittany's head started to instinctively turn the opposite way to give Santana more room, but Santana stopped her by lifting a hand to her chin. She slowly turned her face towards her.

It was gone with the wind

But it's all coming back to me

When you see me like this

And when I see you like that

Instead of looking into each others eyes, they both admired one another's faces. Looking at every single detail on each others face, it was almost like they had never done it before. That's because they hadn't, time had changed them. They were completely different people. There was so much more to see now.

Then we see what we want to see

All coming back to me

The flesh and the fantasies

Every touch, every kiss, was ingrained in their minds. They simply couldn't look at anything but each other. They were in their own world now, wrapped up in each other. Santana's hand still holding Brittany's chin, making her head look at hers.

All coming back to me

I can barely recall but it's all coming back to me now

Brittany's hand reached for Santana's shoulder, slowly and gently. Santana moved her hand away from Brittany's chin when she was sure Brittany wouldn't look anywhere else and brought her hand to Brittany's shoulder too. She started to slowly bring her hand down Brittany's arm, her fingers lightly grazing Brittany's skin. Santana loved the feel of Brittany's warm, soft skin against hers. Goosebumps started to follow Santana's trail down her arm, as Santana gracefully stroked her until her hand reached the one on her shoulders. Her fingers interlocked with Brittany's, even though she wasn't looking Santana knew that their hands looked perfect together. The perfect combination of bronze and cream.

If you forgive me all this

Santana's hand moved from Brittany's waist to her lower back. She started to bring Brittany down, backwards. Brittany's back arching as she leaned down elegantly, Santana's arm holding her in place. Their eyes connected together, both smiling at each other.

If I forgive you all that

We forgive and forget

Santana could see all the hurt in Brittany's eyes slowly fade away. A twinkle replacing it, as it shone brightly in the night sky. Just like one of the many stars above them. Santana unlocked their hands from each other on her shoulder and brought her free hand down to Brittany's heart.

And it's all coming back to me

Now…

(It's all coming back to me now)

And if we…

Santana was staring at Brittany with such intensity, so much love, that Brittany's eyes began to water. She'd never felt so loved in such a long time. She really had missed her best friend.

Santana could see Brittany's eyes glaze; she could feel the stillness of the night now that the music – and Rachel's powerful voice – had faded away.

The air was suddenly so hot and heavy, the chemistry burning up the sky, their love for each other being so strong both Brittany and Santana wanted to look away, even just for a second, but couldn't bring them too. So Brittany did the only other thing she could think of and started to learn up towards Santana and those plump lips of hers.

Both their eyes closing on instinct, as they braced themselves for the one thing that both women had wanted to do for so long but never thought they'd ever get the chance to do again.

Santana started to lean down.

Her hand still placed over Brittany's heart. They could feel each others breathe mingling together as their lips parted just the slightest bit. The anticipation being so strong that neither woman could think of anything but what they were just about to experience again, after seven whole years.

Their lips grazing each others. Just one inch more and they'd reach their destination.

"Brittany!"

And just like that the moment was over. Brittany snapped her eyes open to see Santana already leaning back, her eyes open and confused. Brittany turned to where the source of the voice was and saw Hayleigh standing impatiently by the golden doors, shooting daggers at the Latina in front of her.

The one whom had helped her back into her standing form without her even realising that she had moved. The one whom she had almost kissed at her engagement party. And then suddenly James was clear in her mind. She had almost kissed her at her Engagement Party!

How stupid could she get?

Brittany knew that she wasn't always the smartest person, but to actually almost have kissed someone, and so willingly too, whilst her fiancé could have easily had seen her was just plain dumb, even for her.

"Brittany, get inside, now!" Her sister shouted at her. "James is looking for you!" she pointed behind her to prove her point, before turning away and heading back inside.

Brittany had never felt so ashamed of herself then she had at that moment. She looked at Santana and could see the guilt all over her face. The apology begging to come out in her eyes. But Brittany knew that she couldn't put all the blame on her, she was just as much at fault as she. They both weren't thinking properly and got caught up in the moment.

Stupid Rachel, why'd she have to sing that, of all songs, at my party?

But Brittany couldn't even put the blame on her either. All she could do was just look down, shamefully, and shake her head at them both. She looked back up, after taking deep breathes, and saw Santana's eyes begin to water.

As much as she hated to see her hurt, she really couldn't do anything about it, not after what they had just done. And were almost about to do. She couldn't believe herself, and to do that to James of all people. He didn't deserve it, not at all.

What if he were to ever find out? Would they break up? Would he still want to marry her?

She loved him too, she couldn't let him find out, and she couldn't do that to him. He was what was important right now, and as much as she hated to see her upset, especially from her doing, her relationship meant more. She hadn't seen the girl for seven years, seven more couldn't hurt, maybe even longer. Either way she would handle it, she had James now, of course she could.

So she decided to follow her head this time, as her heart was just asking for trouble. She looked Santana straight in the eyes, Making sure to cherish every moment of seeing those amazing dark chocolate eyes. Her face instantly hardened and her eyes became fierce and blazed a dark blue. Brittany could see Santana shiver from the power of them.

"I think you should leave now" Brittany told her, straight-forwardly. Keep it short and simple, that's always the best way.

But no matter how much she tried to reassure herself, nothing would have ever prepared her for the stabbing pain she got in her heart as soon as she said the last words she would ever say to her beautiful Latina.

"Leave and Don't Come Back" she said each word so sharply and full of venom she didn't even know she possessed that it pierced the both of them.

But she couldn't take it back. Not now, not ever.

She turned her back on her straight away, before she could see her reaction, and for the third time in their life, walked away from her. But this time, for good. Santana was left to watch her walk away. This time, she couldn't do anything about it.