One week ago:

"Santana, I want to be with you." I whined in a soft tone.

Santana giggled a tad into the phone, I imagined her lips curling up into a coy smile. "I know babe and I want to be with you. But since it didn't work out so well last time I'm not going to put any labels on us until we get to live in the same state." The memory of when she was in Louisville a few months back flew into my mind. It was hard without Santana around, only getting to see her about once a week. It started out simple but after a while she seemed to grow more and more distant. It wasn't until later that I figured out that she did that for my own good. She saw how being away from her hurt me and she ended our relationship in the first place because she thought it would make it easier on me. It would allow me to be able to move on and not be lonely.

I smiled, plopping down on my bed. "Okay, well, don't think that gives me an excuse to fall for anyone else. Because I won't." I rolled over to face the framed picture of Santana and I in our Cherrios uniforms Freshman year. "I don't want anyone else, San."

Back to present:

A couple weeks had passed since I broke up with Sam. Santana and I talked about where we stand and we have yet to make any confirmations. We both love each other and want to be with one another but a long-distance relationship is scary to take on after it didn't work out so well last time.

But the good news was that with the Christmas money I had been saving up I could afford a plane ticket for New York. Spring break was coming up and I planned on surprising San.

"So, how's the big Apple?" I joked while on the phone with her. It became a routine, Santana and I talked on the phone every day after school between her shifts. Santana had been working three jobs to keep up with her big city life style since she burnt out all the money her mom gave her.

"Busy, busy, busy." She chimed along with a soft laugh. "These double shifts are killin' me, B. I'll be happy when I get a break."

I shrugged, walking out of my room and towards the kitchen for a juice box. "Hm, why not take a few weeks off? Spring break's coming up here in Lima and you should give yourself a break, too. I wouldn't feel fair if I got one and you didn't." I smile, trying to work my way around secretly scheduling the surprise visit without giving it away entirely.

Santana pondered the idea for a moment before accepting. "I guess you're right." I could hear the smile return in her voice. "I haven't really taken the time to explore all of the city yet, I could use a few weeks to take the chance to do that."

"Good!" I praised, taking a deep gulp of my juice. "Spring break start's the 17th, maybe you could take those weeks off so that we'll be free together. We will get a lot more time to Scissor Skype and talk if we're free at the same time."

Santana laughed again, "Have I ever told you how smart you are, Britt-Britt?"

I laughed along, blushing a bright red at the compliment. "Only a few times." I teased.

"You're a genius, B." She purred softly before the sound of Rachel Berry's shrill voice sounded in the back ground.
Santana, have you seen my face-mask?! Santana grumbled into the phone before calling back, "No Berry, I haven't."

I covered my mouth, trying to stop from giggling at her annoyed tone.

I can't find it anywhere. Are you sure you haven't touched it?! It's very expensive, I can't have you going and using it all up.
Santana groaned into the phone. "Now Berry, why would I want to use your face-mask?! . . it might make me end up looking like you." She yelled back before whispering the second half, meant for only me to hear.

I laughed loudly at that part, my voice echoing through my empty house and through the phone. Santana chuckled a bit as well but tried to hide it, I guess Rachel was still near by.

I'm serious, Santana. I can't find it! Come help look.
Her laughter cut short and she groaned again, annoyed by Rachel. "All right, all right. Give me a second!" She called back before turning the conversation back to me. "Hey, Britt?"

I smiled, nodding into the phone. "I heard. Go help, I'll talk to you later."

"Sorry, babe. I'll call you tonight on my break." She chimed, her smile returning in her voice.

"Okay, have fun with Rachel." I teased, knowing that she must be rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, it'll be tons of fun." She said with heavy sarcasm.
Santana?! I heard Santana grumble something again before softening her tone and cooing back into the phone. "Bye, B. I love you."

"I love you, too." I hung up the phone and turned to look at Lord Tubbington. He sat perched on top of he kitchen counter, meowing up to me with wide eyes.

"I can't wait until Spring Break, LT. Santana's gonna be so surprised!"