A/N: Sorry for a long wait I've been VEEERRRYYYY busy lately. School plays, too much homework, STAYING UP WITH A FRIENDS TILL 5 IN THE MORNING (grrrrrrrrr MaraBicorn) and so on. Hope you like it and keep on reading!
A smile spread across the Latina's face. A smile reserved for Brittany alone. Santana knew she and her best friend had always had plans for the future. Now, though, it seemed as though "someday" was finally catching up with the girls. She left the Glee room in which she had escaped to take Brittany's phone call. Strutting down the halls, she had a feeling that that would be the last time. That was the end of Santana Lopez's rein over McKinley High School. Now she would only be a legend, for this girl wasn't coming back. With uplifting persistent, Santana took the last few strides to the front doors. Suddenly, she turned around. Without a second thought, she sprinted back to her locker. Santana yanked it open and eased the one photo adorning the inside out from under its magnet. It portrayed two girls around the age of eight. One had dark hair and the other was blonde. They were at the Boston Public Gardens in front of the Make Way for Ducklings statue. Both girls were perched upon the first and largest of the ducks, grinning smiles brighter than the sun illuminating the picturesque, pristine day.
Santana's eyes twinkled nostalgically, thinking back to that day. She could still feel the warm, sweet-smelling breeze tossing her hair around like a kite. She remembered the pact she had made with Brittany. With the picture in hand, she left the building that had been her high school until now.
"San, will you pinkie promise me something?" Brittany's blue eyes were orbs of innocence.
"What?" Santana laid down on the grass, enjoying the serene day in Boston, Massachusetts. Days like that didn't happen often there, she should know. She and Brittany had gone there every June since kindergarten.
"Promise you'll be my best friend for the rest of forever," Brittany pulled her knees up to her chest and awaited the answer.
"Course, Britts," Santana noticed the significant increase of glee in the girl's eyes, "If you promise me something,"
"Ooh! What? Tell me, tell me!" Brittany practically bounced with curiosity.
"Promise me we'll come back here on our own someday when we grow up, I love it here. It's perfect for friends like us," Santana sighed, breathing in the fresh, northeast air.
"Sounds amazing, San! We'll live here when we are sixteen!" Brittany hopped up and ran to find her mom and tell her about their plans. Santana smiled at her best friend's incentive.
Santana's navy blue jeep pulled into the Piece driveway. She hopped out and trotted through the open door and up the stairs to Brittany's room. Just as she had imagined, the blonde was eagerly waiting, beaming and sitting on her bed holding a shoe box. Santana walked through the door way, "What did you have to show m-," She stopped midsentence and gasped, "Y-you still have⦠that?"
Santana hurriedly joined Brittany on the bed, "Course I do, San! Wanna open it?"
"God yes! Common don't keep me waiting!" Santana's eyes were glued to her best friend's hands and they slowly lifted the lid of the box. A memory flashed inside both the girls heads as they saw the contents of the shoe box. The dollar bills, tubes of glitter glue, and a list. A list written in glitter glue, "I remember that," Santana incredulously stated the obvious.
"Same," Brittany replied quietly.
Four whole summers of lemonade stands had earned them that money. And both Santana and Brittany knew it could pay for two tickets to Boston. But there wasn't enough for round trip. No, these tickets would have to be one way.
