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12th February 2020
Santana leaned back against the black leather couch, the warmth of red wine coating her tongue and lips; as she giggled happily to the children's programme playing on tv; Sophie giggled along with her, her tiny hands curled over the hem of Santana's t-shirt.
"Where's your mommy, Soph?" Santana asked tickling Sophie's cheeks; she shifted Sophie against her chest, and stood up; walking in through the kitchen, where she met Brittany, Mike and Tina's gazes; "What?"
"Can I have Sophie?" Tina asked, stepping forward with her hands
Santana's furrowed her eyebrows, before letting Sophie be placed in her mother's hands; "What's with the silence?"
"Nothing, we just... You're just a little... drunk." Mike replied softly
Santana laughed; "I had one drink. I'm not drunk."
"You had four that I know of." Mike corrected her
Santana rolled her eyes; "Four drinks? Wow... I'm a killer."
Brittany bit her bottom lip, and turned to Santana in the hope of calming things down before they esclatered; "Maybe we should just go home."
"So we can ignore each other there?" Santana quipped, her eyes snapping to Brittany's face.
"Santana, you're drunk. You won't even remember this tomorrow." Brittany mumbled
"Wow, if I'm a fucking drunk, don't put me in charge of looking after your kid, huh?" Santana quipped, pressing her finger against Mike's shoulder, before turning around and walking to the front door.
Brittany let out a sigh; "Sorry guys."
"It's fine, make sure she's okay." Tina said, whilst rubbing Sophie's back.
Brittany nodded and walked out of the house. She saw Santana sitting in the passenger seat of their vehicle; and she climbed into the driving seat.
"Thanks for not driving." Brittany said
"I'm drunk, remember?" Santana replied, letting her head lol to the side, to rest against the window.
Brittany clicked her tongue before turning the engine on, and making her way out of the drive way; and onto the main road.
A more than familiar silent filled the car, saved only by the quiet hum coming from the radio. Santana tapped her fingers against her thigh to the beat, Brittany moved her hand over to Santana's leg.
"Look, I'm sorry about before." Brittany said softly
"Don't bother." Santana replied, pushing Brittany's hand off her knee
"You can understand it, can't you? I mean, She's only a baby." Brittany said
Santana snapped her head to the side; her eyes meeting the side of Brittany's face; "I didn't do anything to Sophie. I haven't done anything wrong. Do you think I hurt her or something?"
"No, I never even said that." Brittany said, tightening her hold on the steering wheel, as she turned around a corner.
"I'm not some fucking drunk who doesn't know what I'm doing. I know you've told everyone I have some problem with alcohol... I don't..." Santana replied, making Brittany turn to look at her, concern written all over her face.
"Santana, you've been drinking a lot recently." Brittany mumbled in response as she turned into their street.
Santana scoffed lightly; "How the fuck would you know? You've been back a week, you know nothing about anything I've been doing recently."
"You drank more in a week than I've ever seen you drink." Brittany said
Santana shook her head at Brittany, before she turned to look out of the window, trying to stop herself from arguing.
Brittany released a deep sigh before turning to park outside their house; "We're here."
Santana sent her a glare before unbuckling her seat belt; she unlocked the door and climbed out. Brittany leaned forward; her forehead resting against the steering wheel as she tried to sort her head out.
"Are you fucking coming in?" Santana called loudly
Brittany turned to their front door, and found Santana standing beside the door. She sighed deeply and climbed out of the vehicle.
"Yeah..." Brittany called back
Santana nodded and walked inside, leaving the front door open for Brittany who took her time to walk inside. She turn and locked the front door, before walking into the kitchen.
"Do you want a glass?" Santana asked, as she continued pouring some white wine into her glass
"San-" Brittany started
"Do you want a glass of wine or not? I don't want a fucking lecture." Santana snapped
"No." Brittany replied; "Someone has to be sober."
Santana laughed; "Someone has to be... Yeah, right!"
Brittany sighed softly; leaning against the dining table; "Do you need to be so defensive?"
"Yeah, I do." Santana replied; "Especially when you're attacking me all the time."
Brittany looked up at Santana; "I'm not attacking you. I'm just worried."
"Worried? I'm having a couple extra glasses of wine... It's nothing." Santana said, taking a quick sip of her wine
"It's not just a couple extra, San. I found two bottles last night." Brittany replied
"Quinn was round last night." Santana said
"I know. I just-" Brittany said
"You just wanted to blame it on me." Santana interrupted, placing her glass on the kitchen counter
Santana rubbed her hands together, her tongue slowly slipping out of her mouth, to swipe across her bottom lip. Brittany rubbed her hands together, the tension slowly slipping into the atmosphere, making things between them awkward.
"I'm gonna take a shower." Santana said, breaking the silence
"Oh... Yeah." Brittany mumbled
Santana looked back at Brittany; before sighing and walking out of the room. Brittany pushed herself off the table, and walked into the front room, her head was pounding slightly from the tension between her and Santana.
Sinking deep into the couch, Brittany released a deep breath; her head resting back against the couch. Her eyes automatically closing as the tension ran through her body.
Santana pressed her right palm against the moist tiles in front of her; the warmth of the water covering her front. Santana released a shaky breath, in the almost humid atmosphere, her head lowering underneath to dip underneath the flow of the water.
Santana's heard a light click in the bathroom; before feeling a warm hand press against her lower back. She shifted away from the touch, looking over her shoulder to meet Blue eyes.
"What are you doing?" Santana asked, wiping the water from her eyes
"I just... I thought..." Brittany started before ending up shrugging her shoulders
"You haven't touched... me since christmas." Santana said softly, her eyes avoiding Brittany's; "I just... I'm not sure we should jump back into that."
Brittany sucked her lips into her mouth; as she pressed her hand against the tiled wall; "You... You have to tell me that in the shower."
"Britt, when were you gonna listen to me?" Santana asked, moving passed Brittany to wrap a towel around her body; "You barely even look at me anymore, nevermind talk to me... Except if its to cricise. God knows you love to do that."
"You think I got a warm welcoming? You didn't even pick me up at the airport." Brittany replied, switching off the water and climbing out of the bath, to pick her own towel up.
"I would have if you came when you said you would! I had to wait another month for you." Santana snapped, storming out of the bathroom into their bedroom
"It wasn't my fault." Brittany replied in a softer tone; as she followed her into the bedroom
"No, I mean you didn't sign up for a stupid dance troupe tour, did you? You didn't state that you could work whenever they wanted you too. This was done to you, right?" Santana called sarcastically over her shoulder as she rooted in their bottom drawer
Brittany sighed deeply, perching on the edge of their bed; "You promised to support me on this. Ever since I started dancing, you've hate it. And I'm sorry, your job isn't good right now."
"It doesn't matter, anyway. I mean your job is perfect. And you deserve it... for all your troubles." Santana said
Brittany rubbed her face slowly; "When did we become so mean to each other?"
"Right around the time when you decided you deserved more than this." Santana replied softly
Brittany shook her head softly but didn't reply. She remained staring at the one remaining picture of them in their bedroom, the wedding photo was perched against their dressing table. She recognised the genuinely happy faces on both of them, the way they were looking at each other, now seemed unbelievable to think about ever looking at each other in that way again.
"When have I ever said I deserve more?" Brittany asked, looking away from the photograph to Santana's almost worn out expression
"When working at a diner wasn't fulfilling for you... When you completely change after you left to dance... You didn't have to say anything but we know that you want more." Santana replied softly, her hand grasping tightly on the edge of her towel; "Dancing is what you do, it's who you are... and it's my fault for making you forget about that which has caused this."
Brittany shook her head; "What are you saying exactly?"
"I think you should go on tour again." Santana said softly, her tone almost breaking her own resolve; the resolve which Brittany could easily see was that strong to begin with. Chocolate eyes barely holding the tears in, Brittany watched as Santana wringed her hands anixously.
"What... Why are you doing this?" Brittany asked
Santanan clenched her jaw tightly; her eyes glancing up at the ceiling; she tried to calm her rapid breathing down. The way her chest rose and fell heavily made Brittany feel bad, for the way Santana seemed unable to talk.
"You want to go, don't you?" Santana asked, her eyes still avoiding Brittany's
"I don't... I haven't even thought about going again." Brittany replied
Santana laughed drly; "Oh please, you told Marley that you wanted to go."
Brittany leaned back, her fingers scratching her knee; "I do wanna go again. I haven't decided when. I told Marley that I would love to go, but I never said when. I hadn't even thought about going again yet.."
Santana rolled her eyes, as she moved to tug some clean clothes on; "You don't need to worry about deciding. You can go whenever you want."
"Why are you pushing this?" Brittany asked
Santana threw her towel on the floor; before sighing deeply; "Look, I'm not pushing this. I just would have liked to know that you going again was an option. To hear it from Marley was really sneaky, Britt."
Brittany watched as Santana tugged a clean red vest on; her fingers reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose. "She wasn't supposed to tell you."
"I don't know why I'm surprised... I have to find out everything about you from Marley. I mean... You didn't even tell me that you practically hated your life." Santana replied
"I didn't hate my life." Brittany interjected, denying that claim immediately
"Well, you sure went out of your way to change it." Santana said, her hand resting against her hip as she leaned againt the door frame; "I just... I feel weird that you're even here. I'm used to spending nights alone... and now you're here, and expecting us to just fall back into place."
Brittany sighed, her fingers rubbing her temple, trying to ease the headache which was clearly forming; "I don't expect anything."
Santana pursed her lips, releasing a deep breath; her fingers scratching the frayed painted door frame; "I'm probably so drunk right now, so I'm gonna go to bed."
Brittany sighed sadly; "I didn't mean you were drunk. I just was saying you drank a lot tonight."
"Well, when you leave again, you won't have to deal with it. Will it?" Santana asked, running her fingers through her hair
"I'm not leaving until we're okay." Brittany said
Santana bit her bottom lip; "Britt, can you even hear yourself? You're gonna force yourself to wait until we're okay."
Brittany stood up, walking to where Santana was leaning against their wall, "I'll fix us."
Santana sighed, walking towards her side of the bed; she tugged the bed sheets over, and climbed in between the crisp white sheets.
"Are we done arguing now?" Brittany asked
"Are we still speaking? because that was a rare occassion for today... normally you just hide out in your 'dance' area until I'm too drunk to notice you're back in the room." Santana said
"I don't hide out. I work out. I don't wanna become lazy just because I don't have to stick to a scheduele anymore." Brittany said, changing into some clean clothes; her eyes never leaving Santana's; "You think I'm some hateful person who doesn't want anything to do with you. It's the complete opposite."
Santana scratched her fingernail against the smooth bed sheet; "I don't know what you want, Britt. That's what started this; you didn't tell me what you wanted... and now, you don't like the consequences."
"Consequences? I made a mistake, one you haven't let me forget in over a year." Brittany bit back, her anger only restoring with the tone and words Santana was using; "You forgave me, Santana. You chose to forgive me; You can't use that against me, when you chose to take me back."
"Maybe I haven't forgiven you then." Santana said softly, making Brittany stop from slipping a pair of extra wooly socks on.
"What do you mean?" Brittany asked, her blue eyes dangerously staring at Santana
"That I still hold it against you, and I don't know how to forgive you. I hate arguing with you, because you're never gonna see anything from my point of view. I'm the one who has problems; I'm the one who doesn't take responsibilitly for anything. You've done nothing wrong, is that what you need me to say?" Santana asked, watching as Brittany slipped between the sheets.
"No... I just want us to put the past behind us; and move on with our life." Brittany said softly
Santana clicked her tongue against her teeth; before nodding softly, as if just wanting to end the conversation; "Okay then..."
Brittany watched as Santana rolled onto her side, and switched her lamp off; before resuming her position, lying on her back.
"Goodnight." Santana said
Brittany nodded softly, a little confused with how the argument had ended, so calm, so unfinished. Brittany clicked off her lamp; and replied softly. "Yeah, night..."
13th April 2020
"The whole account is empty. That's what you're telling me?" Brittany asked in disbelief
"Your outgoings since you finised the tour has increased dastically. If you want to continue living the way you are; the only options is get a high paying job or continue with tours." Artie said
"The whole 5 thousand is just gone? I can't believe it." Brittany mumbled; her body actually reacting to the shock that their savings were gone. Her stomach dropping at the thought that her savings were for their plans of a family.
"Brittany, you've only spend your savings. You're not in debt, you can make the money up if you find a job which allows you to build up your savings again." Artie said softly; "I'm here if you have any problems regarding money."
"Thank you. I should go. I'll call you with a plan." Brittany replied
"Talk soon." Artie said
Brittany hung up the phone, placing it down as she leaned forward and rubbed her temple. The idea of going on tour again was more than tempting for her.
Given her age and the stiff competition from dancers who were younger and more experienced, it was slim chance that she'd ever get offered a chance to dance on the sheer level she was presented with now. It was only a dance troop tour but it was a great opportunity. And given her luck with opportunities with dancing after graduation, it was hard to resist after longing for a chance for so long.
Especially taking into account what happened to her marriage to Santana. It nearly failed due to the stresses of tour. The thought of risking Santana was enough to say no to any offer of dancing.
But they were both nearly 30; and had just practically wasted their savings. They had both agreed to try for a baby around the turning point from 20s to 30s. They could never afford IVF without the wage she was making on tour. And she knew not having a baby now, would only present Santana with the idea she just didn't want one with her.
Sighing deeply, Brittany made the decision she had to talk to Santana about this. About their options. If she was open to waiting a year, then they could save the money for IVF and plan their family. Or they could find another way, Brittany could try finding a job with a wage that made IVF an affordable future prospect.
As Brittany climbed out of her car, she walked along the slightly cracked sidewalk; she looked around for Fabray Enterprise. As she saw the sign, she walked ahead and met the bleak building.
The tall grey building reminded Brittany of the same one in Charlie and the chocolate factory. Except this one didn't have gates stopping people from coming out/in and inside was magical chocolate surprises.
Brittany ignored the feeling of dread for coming to Santana's work's but she hadn't come home in two days and honestly Brittany was worried about that.
Taking each stair like a step to her impending reunion with Santana; it made her hands start to sweat; the clammy feeling spread all the way over her body. The hairs on the back of her neck stood erect with a slight un-nerving feeling. The one when you never know what's going to happen next.
Brittany comes onto the second floor which is where the receptionist directed her too. The small standard two walled offices painted the office floor. Her blue curious eyes landed on a glass windowed office; where through the blinds two figures could clearly be seen. Things had been a lot better between the two of them but Brittany knew that things had the potential to change within seconds.
Brittany made her way to the office as her eyes hadn't landed on Santana; she was just about to know where thin fingers wrapped around her wrist.
Brittany didn't know what expression to see but honestly she wasn't expecting Santana to act so unbothered.
"What's wrong?" Santana asked, letting go of Brittany's wrist to brush her fingers against Brittany's face until her palm felt her forehead; "You're not sick are you?"
"No, San... I'm fine." Brittany replied, taking Santana's hand back; her fingers easily slipping between hers; "I thought we could do lunch."
"Lunch? Erm sure." Santana said, gently tugging her hand free to taking the files which were resting underneath her arm; "Let me just place these down."
Brittany nodded and followed Santana towards her office; she placed her files down before reaching down for her purse.
"Ready?" Brittany asked, with a shy smile
Santana nodded. They turned and left the office floor; and then the building.
"There's some places down this street." Santana said, pointing down a street, Brittany nodded and turned to follow Santana down the street, where numerous places to eat were revealed.
"What do you fancy?" Brittany asked, reaching to grab Santana's hand, which caused Santana to turn to look at her; "Is this okay?"
Santana nodded, before huffing lightly; her eyes moving away from Brittany's. "I really want pasta."
"Pasta it is then." Brittany said softly; letting her hand squeeze Santana's; "This one looks good."
Santana followed Brittany inside the restaurent; sitting opposite her wife at their table. Santana placed her purse on the table, before reaching for her menu. Brittany let out a sigh before reaching for her own menu.
"What are you getting? I might get the shrimp pasta..." Santana said to herself more than Brittany; "I'm so hungry, I was up until 5 this morning; I fell asleep and woke up at 8."
"Is that why you didn't come home yesterday?" Brittany asked, avoiding the waitress who stood beside their table
"I was working." Santana replied, taking a sip of her water
"And you couldn't call me?" Brittany asked; "Once in two days?"
Santana had to stop herself from rolling her eyes; choosing to send Brittany a pointed glare instead; "Oh, you know all about staying away from home and not calling."
"I was-" Brittany started to say before Santana waved her hand
"Whatever. Can we just order?" Santana asked, letting her fingers tap against the table; "Or would you like to embarrass me some more?"
Brittany let her eyes move until they reached the ones of the waitress; "Can we have some lemonade?"
Santana sighed, leaning back in her chair, gently crossing her right leg over her left.
"Do you want to order now?" The waitress asked, looking from Santana and Brittany
"I'll have the shrimp pasta, please." Santana replied
"Um... The small texas tom pizza." Brittany added
"I'll bring that out for you now." The waitress said with a small before turning around and walking away.
Santana licked her lips as she slipped her phone out of her purse; Brittany leaned forward.
"Thank you for coming to lunch." Brittany said softly; running her fingers through her hair; "I know things have been tense since we agreed to put the past behind us."
Santana raised a eyebrow; "Things have been tense?"
"Yeah, I think things are tense between us right now." Brittany said
Santana hummed but chose not to say anything. The moment was gone when Brittany's phone began to ring.
"I should get this. I'll only be a minute." Brittany said, standing up and walking towards the open doors to the garden. She stood outside and answered her phone.
"I thought I had until tomorrow." Brittany said
"Everyone else has agreed to come. I've given you enough time to make a decision. I need it now." David said
"I... You promised me until tomorrow." Brittany replied
"Well, I lied. Now are you coming or not?" David asked
Brittany turned to look at Santana was not so sneaky stealing a slice of pizza off Brittany's place; when meeting Brittany's eyes, she crinkled her nose and playfully took a bite.
Brittany thought about having lunch with Santana but with a small child with them. A little boy or girl with caramel skin, and light brown hair, a mixture of both hers and Santanas. Maybe Santana would be making funny playful faces at their child. It filled her with the determination to have a child at the thought of Santana being a co-parent with her. She needed to have a family with Santana.
"I'm coming." Brittany said softly, hoping she wouldn't regret this decision. but the thought of having a child with Santana made her decision feel right.
"Great, see you in two weeks. I'll email you the adress on where we're meeting." David said
"Thanks... Bye." Brittany replied
"See you." David said, before hanging up
Brittany let the phone slip from her ear; her eyes never leaving Santana. As she took a sharp intake of breath, she made her way back towards their table.
"Who was that?" Santana asked, using a napkin to wipe her mouth any remaining stains around her mouth
"It was Artie, I asked him to call me if my bonus got paid." Brittany replied
Santana nodded with a small smile; "Thank you for taking me to lunch."
Brittany smiled; "It's fine, San."
Santana wiped her mouth with her napkin; she placed her fork down beside her plate. Brittany took a large bite of her pizza slice, whilst leaning forward.
"Will you be home tonight?" Brittany asked, between several bites of her meal.
"I should be." Santana replied, as she took a large sip of her lemonade; "I'm only working until 6."
Brittany clicked her tongue, before nodding; "We could go for dinner, I mean... I haven't been out for dinner since I got back."
Santana nodded, whilst checking her phone for the time; "Look, I should get back... Fran sets a limit of 15 minutes for lunch."
Brittany nodded and swallowed thickly; putting out some money and placing it on top of the bill. She then stood up, and followed Santana out of the restaurent. They walked towards the building.
Santana walked to the elevator, she pressed the call button, and turned to Brittany as she waited for it to arrive.
"I'll see you at home then." Brittany asked, for clarification; her fingers gentley playing with Santana's
"Yeah, I'll be there." Santana said softly, hearing the light chime of the elevator arriving, and the doors sliding open. Santana leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to Brittany's lips; "See you later."
Before Brittany could speak, a cough was cleared loudly in front of them. Brittany looked up and met what could only be described as a more mature looking Quinn Fabray. This was obviously Frannie Fabray.
"Oh... Fran, I was just coming to give you your files." Santana said, stepping into the elevator.
"I don't appreciate personal visits at work, Santana." Frannie said, sending a pointed look at Brittany
"I was at lunch." Santana started but Frannie cut her off.
Frannie scoffed; "Lunch is not for assistants, Santana."
Santana looked at Brittany; and mouthed a quick goodbye before Frannie pressed on the second floor button.
25th April 2020
Santana leaned forward to clip her fringe back; her fingers running through her wavy hair, pushing it over her shoulder so her neck was free. Brittany let out a sigh, as she stood up from couch; she walked over to Santana.
"Are you ready?" Brittany asked
Santana nodded, turning round to press a quick kiss to Brittany's lips; "One minute... Can you check if we're ready to go?"
Brittany nodded, and walked out of the hotel room. She walked down a corridor, until she arrived at Marley's room where she and Millie were talking.
"Are you okay?" Brittany asked, her knuckles pressed against the half open door
"Just nervous." Marley said softly, a small blush covering her cheeks; "Is Santana ready? Tina's waiting to walk."
"She's coming now." Brittany said, walking forward; "You look beautiful."
Marley turned to her mother before nodding; "Thanks."
Santana walked inside the hotel room, sending a small smile to Millie; before walking to Marley; she reached forward, and grabbing Marley's hand. "You look amazing, Rose."
Marley sniffled softly; "You won't be able to call me that soon."
Santana giggled; "Yeah, I can't call you Puckerman. It's just wrong."
Marley laughed
"Uh, Marl, time to go." Tina said softly, leaning over the half opened door.
Santana sent Marley a small smile; and watched her leave with her mother; before turning to Brittany. She leaned in and kissed her lips softly, Brittany sighed softly against Santana's lips.
"Thank you for today." Santana murmured, her hand finding Brittany's and giving it a light squeeze.
Brittany smiled; and leaned in and kissed her once more; "We should go."
Santana nodded and followed Brittany out of the hotel room, to continue with the wedding ceremony.
After a beautiful ceremony, the wedding reception was held at the dance hall in the same hotel. Santana was sat beside Brittany and Tina, as Marley and Jake took their first dance as a married couple.
"Remember our first dance?" Santana asked, her fingers lazily slipping between Brittany's fingers; "You couldn't keep your hands off me."
"Yeah, because you teased me before we danced." Brittany said, leaning closer to Santana and kissing her cheek affectionately; "You look as beautiful as you did then as you do today."
Santana smiled softly, pinching Brittany's cheek lightly; "Charmer."
Brittany lowered her head to Santana's; her thin lips meeting full ones in a chaste kiss. Santana pulled away shortly after; "We should dance."
Santana stood up, and offered her hand to Brittany; who warmly accepted it. They walked to the same dancing area where Marley and Jake were. Santana wrapped her arms around Brittany's neck. Brittany placed her hands around her waist.
They danced against the soft beat playing to 'More than anyone' by Gavin Degraw. Santana let her lips press against Brittany's neck, the warmth of her skin and the scent of her filling her nostils.
"I really... I really have loved you being with you." Santana murmured, running her short nails up and down Brittany's neck, her lips pressing lightly against her warm skin.
"Me too." Brittany said, pushing Santana's hair away from her neck; "They've finished."
Santana and Brittany pulled apart to clap for the newly married couple; Brittany whispered that she needed the toilet; and excused herself. Santana resumed her seat at the table, and refilled her champagne.
Santana finished her drink, and then stood up to look for Brittany. After bypassing the bathroom; she saw blonde hair and walked towards it.
"I forgot about it. I have to tell Santana. God, she's going to hate me." Brittany said, into her phone; her fingers scratching the back of her neck nervously.
Santana stood behind the door, listening in.
"I just... Everything's been so good, and now I'm gonna ruin it all." Brittany said
Santana sucked in her lips before turning and leaving; returning to the room where the reception was being held. Santana took her seat besides Tina's who was back from dancing with Mike.
"Where did you go?" Tina asked, taking a bite of her strawberry
"Bathroom." Santana replied, picking up Brittany's half finished champagne flute; and sipping it until it was all gone.
"Do you wanna dance?" Mike offered
Santana smiled softly; "Sure."
Mike stood up; and took Santana's hand; they walked to the dance area. Mike led Santana in a slow dance, one where Santana kept her eyes on Brittany as soon as she returned. The hint of guilt shining in her eyes as she left to dance with Marley.
Santana politely kissed Mike's cheek as she thanked him for the dance. She walked off towards the bar. She ordered a double whisky, the need for a burning comfort is esstensial because she knows what's coming. What Brittany will ask of her, and she knows that she won't be able to give it to her. It wasn't anger filling Santana's veins, it was disappointment. A disappointment that Brittany was going to leave again.
"Santana, do you wanna dance?" Brittany asked, as she walked up beside her; her palm sliding over her lower back. The touch making her weak but also urge to pull away, the thought of having to give herself to Brittany in parts over another lonely tour.
"Can we talk instead?" Santana asked, making a flicker of confusion pass over her features before she nodded and walked off with her.
They walked out of the hotel, onto the porch area; Santana sighed deeply, pausing to glance over the deep green lawn.
"When do you leave?" Santana asked, her tone void of any anger; it was more sad than anything.
Brittany turned to Santana, a look of utter pity crossing her features; "In two days. I forgot... I forgot it was so soon. I was going to tell you sooner, I thought we were leaving in March."
Santana turned round to meet Brittany's gaze. She wanted to scream, to shout, to cause Brittany pain, to hurt her for choosing to go, for not telling her. But honestly, she was too tired for arguing. And Brittany had previously said going on tour again was an option.
Santana rubbed her temple, the sharp pain of a headache coming on. "You should have told me when you agreed to go."
"I wanted to. I just knew I'd lose you if I did." Brittany replied
"And the alternative is better? I can't survive another tour; I can't survive another year without you, Britt." Santana said, sadly; her eyes welling up with unwanted tears.
"Then you won't have to." Brittany said, stepping forward, and placing her hands on Santana's hips; "I won't risk losing you again. So if it becomes a choice, I pick you everytime..."
Santana nodded softly, her eyes glancing away from Brittany; and gazing out to the beautiful vibrant green grass. "I think you should go."
Brittany glanced from their hands to Santana's eyes; her thumb coming up to wipe away a stray tear. "Baby, I don't think you want me to go. You wouldn't be crying if you wanted me to."
Santana sniffed softly; shaking her head lazily; "No, I do want you to go and you want to go... So there it is. I made you give up your dreams once... and I can't... I just can't do it again."
Brittany pulled Santana against her body; kissing her forehead gently; "I love you so much; you know that right?"
Santana leaned up and kissed Brittany's lips softly. Her tongue running almost painstakingly slow, drawing out the deep kiss which was due to happen. Brittany ran her fingers over the back of Santana's lower back, only the smooth material of her dress stopping her from pure smooth caramel skin.
"I love you and that's why you have to go." Santana murmured, licking her lips as she squeezed the base of Brittany's neck; "You need this because who knows when you'll get the chance again."
Brittany nodded, cupping Santana's cheek; "I promise you, I won't risk us again. When its finished I think we should have that family we always wanted. A little Santana junior maybe."
Santana smiled softly; her lips coming up to gently peck at Brittany's now moist ones. A small laugh bubbling from her mouth; "You promise?"
"This is the last time I'll be away from you. I promise." Brittany murmured, gently stroking Santana's cheeks. Their eyes still linked in what could only be described as a silent promise being made. They pulled away when a small cough was cleared behind them.
"Sorry, its just Marley and Jake are leaving now." Tina said softly
Brittany sighed sadly, her thumb coming up to affectionately wipe across the apple of Santana's cheek, removing any hints of tears had recently fallen. "We'll come now."
Tina nodded, and turned on her heel. Santana looked from where Tina was stood to Brittany. "We should go."
"Yeah." Brittany breathed softly, following beside Santana out to the front entrance of the hotel, where all of Marley and Jake's family and friends stood waiting for their departure. Santana stood beside Tina, with Brittany taking a protective stand behind her.
And when Marley and Jake walked out, more than happy expressions lacing their faces. Santana smiled happily along with the other guests, who gingerly threw confetti at them, small sparkles of pink and white coating their hair, and clothes. Brittany leaned down and pressed a comforting kiss to Santana's cheek as Marley climbed in the vehicle, Jake waving one last time before climbing in after her.
"You okay?" Tina asked, breaking Santana out of her gaze on the retreating vehicle.
"Yeah, thanks T." Santana replied before turning to Brittany; "Do you wanna leave now?"
"Sure..." Brittany said
"I'll get our purses." Santana said, before walking back inside the hotel. Brittany sighing before turning to already meet Tina's stare on her.
"What?" Brittany asked
"Nothing. I just... I don't think I've seen either of you so happy today." Tina commented, she leaned in and squeezed Brittany's forearm gently; "It's good to see, Britt."
Brittany smiled; "Thanks..."
Santana clicked her tongue; "Ready to go?"
"Yeah..." Brittany answered, "See you Tina."
"Yeah, see you." Tina replied
Santana waved at Tina; "See you..."
Brittany took Santana's hand, and they walked off towards the cabs which were lined up for people to easily get home. Santana climbed in with Brittany and said their address.