It's now December, the happy couple has been going strong for months (which is like years for a high school relationship). Finals have just finished up and everyone is excited to finally be basking in the relaxation of winter break.
Santana has been amazed every day by how hard Brittany is working to get good grades. Her grades were slowly rising, but it was finals that they were both worried about. Finals count for a significant part of your grade and Brittany has never been very good at testing. Santana desperately wanted to tell Brittany that she might have a learning disability because she wanted her girlfriend to have a fair chance at getting good grades. It's not that Brittany is too stupid, God I hate that word, it's that Brittany just can't finish tests as quickly as other students (a symptom of her supposed learning disability).
Even though finals were over and everyone's grades were secretly sealed and waiting to be delivered, Santana knew that she had to tell Brittany. Santana and Brittany share everything. The secret that Santana harbored was eating at her. She needed to tell Brittany for both their sakes.
Brittany and Santana were sitting on Brittany's front porch. Brittany was worried. Santana said that she had to talk to Brittany about something, and by the expression on Santana's face, Brittany could tell that the conversation wasn't going to be easy.
"What's wrong," worry filled Brittany's tone as she wrapped her hand in Santana's.
"Nothing's wrong, baby, I just… We share everything, you know, and I've had this on my mind for a long time and I just really need to tell you," Santana continued, but her breath got caught in her throat.
Brittany placed a hand on the small of Santana's back, rubbing gently and encouragingly, "You can tell me anything sweetie."
Santana leaned over and pulled some papers out of her backpack. It was all of the research that Santana had done on Dysnomia. She handed the papers to Brittany. "What is this? Homework?" Brittany laughed as she took the papers.
Brittany began reading over the papers, paying special attention to the highlighted sections and notes made in Santana's handwriting. Brittany realized that the papers were about a learning disability and that it was clearing being related to her by the notes made by Santana. Brittany looked up to Santana, "What is this?" Brittany wasn't confused, but angry.
"Brittany, I love you," Santana started as she squeezed Brittany's hand. "I-I think that you might have a learning disability."
"What the hell Santana?!" Brittany shouted as pulled her hand out of Santana's.
Santana was hurt by the gesture, but figured that she should have expected that much. "It's just that you're…"
"What? That I'm so stupid?" Brittany looked disgusted as she stood up.
"No, Brittany, you're not stupid," Santana stood up with her.
"Well you're basically calling me a special needs kid. I thought that out of all people that you would never think that I…" Brittany said exasperated.
"It's not like that, please hear me out," Santana wanted to explain, but Brittany didn't give her a chance.
"Whatever," Brittany said as she ran into her house, shutting the door in Santana's face.
Santana knocked on the door shouting pleas for Brittany to hear her out, but Brittany didn't respond. After about a half an hour sulking on Brittany's front porch and realizing how stupid she had been for bringing up the learning disability in the first place, Santana decides to head home.
Once at home, Santana tries texting Brittany. Since Brittany wasn't talking to her, maybe she'd reply to a text.
4:12pm – I'm sorry, I love you – Santana 3
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4:20pm – I didn't mean to hurt you, baby. I just want to help you, please talk to me – Santana 3
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4:35pm – Please hear me out Brittany. I'm so, so sorry. Please talk to me – Santana 3
Santana hadn't received a single reply from Brittany. She knew after not getting an immediate reply after the first text that she wasn't going to get one back, but she had to keep trying. She loves Brittany more than she has ever loved anyone. She couldn't just let Brittany slip through the cracks because of this silly fight.
Then Santana realized that there was only one way that she was going to be able to talk to Brittany…
Brittany,
I love you, and I do NOT think that you're stupid. I can't understand why you would ever believe that I would think that you're stupid. You're one of the smartest people I know. You didn't understand school, you accepted help, and you're working really hard to get good grades. I admire everything you do.
You understand everything Brittany. I know that you understand once I teach it to you in a special way. You're not stupid, you just learn differently than most people and that's NOT a bad thing. If you're lucky enough to be different than everyone else, then you should never change. And I don't want you to change, but I do want you to have a fair opportunity to succeed. I want you to have everything and more. The only reason why I believe that you have Dysnomia is because you learn in the way that most people with this disability do. If you get help, you could be a super genius, smarter than Albert Einstein. :)
I'm just trying to help you have the best shot possible to be successful. I love you. You have such a bright future ahead of you and I want to make getting to that bright future easier for you. Please accept my help and my love.
~ Santana 3
Santana folded up the letter and placed it in an envelope. She wrote Brittany's name across the front and wrote, "Please give me a chance," on the back. She quickly drove back to Brittany's house and placed the letter in her mailbox. Santana hoped, more than anything, that Brittany would read the letter and understand that Santana wasn't calling her stupid and that Santana's intentions were only to help Brittany.
Brittany couldn't believe Santana. After everything that they've been through, how could Santana possibly do that to her? Brittany held a small stuffed duck to her chest. She almost felt bad for the stuffed duck; she was practically squeezing the life out of it. But then again, her mom got her the duck so she wouldn't do that to Lord Tubbington or Charity again. She got into a lot of trouble for that before.
Brittany just wanted all of her thoughts to disappear. She wanted everything to go back to the way it was before. She found bliss in the ignorance she had to the information Santana gathered. Brittany was literally breaking. She felt like the world around her was collapsing. She knows that she's stupid, but she never thought that Santana would say it out loud. She thought that Santana was the one person that she could trust. She thought that Santana was the one. I guess I was wrong, Brittany sobbed at the thought into her stuffed duck.
Lord Tubbington meowed from the floor below her. Brittany smiled down at the oversized cat. "At least you'll never betray me," Brittany said as she picked Lord Tubbington up. "Hey, have you been smoking again?" She wondered as she smelt the fat cat. "I told you Lord T, it's not good for you to smoke. Plus, you know how Charity feels about that."
Lord Tubbington just meowed and looked into Brittany's tear filled eyes. Brittany set the cat down on her bed. Lord Tubbington was a little too fat to really get up on the bed on his own. He just needed a little bit of help to get up there. Lord Tubbington meowed at Brittany like he understood what she was feeling.
"I know Lord T, I love her, but I just can't be with someone who thinks I'm stupid. It hurts too much," Brittany wrapped her arms around her stomach, like she was shielding herself from an invisible force. Lord Tubbington continued to stare at his owner. "Oh, don't give me that look Lord T. You can't possibly side with Santana in all of this. I thought you were my friend?" Lord Tubbington meowed and looked towards Brittany's nightstand.
On the nightstand is a picture of Brittany with Santana at the pond feeding the ducks. There was even a rainbow behind them. It was Brittany's favorite picture ever because it had all of her favorite things in it. It had ducks and a rainbow and…Santana. Brittany set the picture face down. It made her feel ill just looking at it. The pain Santana caused her couldn't be reversed. Brittany curled up in a ball on her bed, holding her pillow tightly to her chest. She sobbed into the pillow until she passed out from the sheer exhaustion of it all.
Brittany woke up the next morning, changed into some presentable looking clothes and walked downstairs. She knew that her mom would want to make her breakfast and she wanted to just grab some water and pretend like she ate. Brittany didn't really have much of an appetite after everything that has happened.
"Hey Brittany, could you go grab the mail?" Brittany's father wondered Brittany's eyes were still puffy red from crying all night. She was happy to get the mail, hoping that it might distract her, however briefly, from the pain that she was feeling. Brittany never thought that she could be so hurt by anyone.
Brittany walked to the mailbox; there were only a few letters in there. She shuffled through the mail, hoping that her grades might be in there. Then she saw a letter with her name written on it in Santana's handwriting. She almost tore the letter in two right there, but she decided against it. Brittany has been trading letters with Santana for so long that she couldn't bear the thought of ripping up a letter from her.
She took the mail in the house, set it on the counter, and ran upstairs with Santana's letter in her hands. She stared at the letters forming her name on the envelope for a long time. She thought about opening it, but then she couldn't bring herself to do it. Lord Tubbington gave Brittany an inquisitive look. "I can't do it Lord T. I just… I can't," Brittany started to cry again. She didn't even know that it was possible for someone to cry so much. She thought that her tear ducts were certainly dried up from sadness by now. Brittany wiped the tears away and tried to remain strong.
Santana had hurt her so bad, how could she open a letter and read the words of someone who hurt her like that? Then again, she should open the letter. Santana has done so much for her; Brittany should open it just because Santana deserves it…on some level…she deserves a change. Brittany flipped the letter over as she continued the battle in her head about opening the letter or not. Then she saw the small note scribbled across the back of the envelope.
Please give me a chance.
After reading those five words, Brittany was compelled to at least read the letter. She wasn't convinced that she was going to forgive Santana, no matter what the letter would contain, but she was going to at least read it.
Brittany cautiously opened the envelope and gingerly pulled the letter out. She read the now tear stained letter over and over. One line in particular stuck out to the blonde:
If you're lucky enough to be different than everyone else, then you should never change.
Brittany realized that Santana didn't want her to change and go to special classes and get extra help because she couldn't understand. All Santana wanted was for Brittany to have the opportunity to be herself and be happy and successful. I'm so stupid, Brittany thought to herself as she threw the letter on her bed. "You were right Lord T!" and with that, Brittany practically sprinted out of her house. Brittany didn't even bother getting into her car and driving to Santana's house. Santana only lives a neighborhood over, so Brittany just ran to her house.
Brittany was out of breath when she frantically knocked on the Lopez's front door. Santana answered looking questioningly at Brittany. "I'm sorry I'm so stupid," Brittany said in between attempts to catch her breath.
"Baby, you're not stupid," Santana said as she stepped out on the porch. Santana's parents were both home, and she didn't want them to know about her being with a girl just yet.
Brittany took another step towards Santana and Santana wrapped her arms tightly around her. "I am stupid. I'm stupid for thinking that you thought that I was stupid," Brittany cried into Santana's shoulder.
"Shh, it's okay. I love you; I would never say anything like that to you. Hell, I would never think anything like that about you," Santana cooed. "And stop saying you're stupid. I hate that word."
"Me too," Brittany replied as she took a step back from her girlfriend. "I love you so much."
Santana didn't care about her parent's proximity; she leaned up and kissed her girlfriend passionately on the lips. After oxygen became necessary, Santana said, "I'm really glad that we're not fighting anymore."
"Me too, I was only away from you for a day and I already started missing you like crazy," Brittany admitted. It was so hard to try to hate Santana. Brittany was so glad that she didn't have to be mad at her any more. It was too much work and far too painful.
After a few moments of silence, Santana wondered, "So did you get your grades yet?"
"No, have you?"
"Yeah," Santana smiled.
"And…" Brittany didn't like that Santana built up the anticipation.
"Straight A's," Santana smiled even wider.
"I'm so proud of you S," Brittany wrapped Santana up in a hug.
"Don't you have dance today?" Santana wondered as she looked at the time on her phone.
"Yeah," Brittany replied.
"We better get going then," Santana said as she quickly ran inside and grabbed her keys.
"I need to get my stuff from my house," Brittany explained when Santana emerged from her house with her keys and purse.
"Alright, I'll step on it," Santana winked at Brittany as the two raced to the car and quickly went to Brittany's house to pick up Brittany's dance things.
Brittany jumped out of the car with, "I'll be right back!"
Brittany ran inside her house, up the stairs, grabbed her dance bag, said thanks to Lord Tubbington, and ran back down the stairs. "Hold up Speedy Gonzales," Mr. Pierce halted Brittany's advancement towards the door.
"I'm going to be late to dance, Dad," Brittany complained as she moved towards the door.
"Invite Santana to dinner tonight!" Mr. Pierce shouted as Brittany ran out the door.
"Alright, I love you Dad, bye!" Brittany shouted back as she made her way to Santana's car. She quickly hopped in the car.
"Ready?" Santana wondered. Santana always waited until Brittany was buckled in before she took off, no matter how much of a hurry they were in.
"Yeah," Brittany said as she clicked her seatbelt into place. Santana then took off towards the dance studio, challenging the speed limit. "Oh, so my dad wants you to come to dinner tonight."
"I always love dinner at the Pierce house," Santana smiled, never removing her eyes from the road.
"I always love dinner with you," Brittany amended.
"I love you," Santana amended further.
"I love you too," Brittany added as they pulled up to the studio.
Both teens jumped out of the car and ran inside. The class was just about to start. Brittany quickly pulled on some sweats and ran to join the group. Santana sat down in a chair against the wall. One of Santana's absolute favorite things was to watch Brittany dance. She wished that Brittany's dance classes were longer so that she could watch her dance more, but alas, they were only an hour and a half long.
When Brittany's class finished, she changed into some street clothes and sprayed herself with some body spray to get rid of her post-dance class funk. She then ran over to Santana and wrapped her up in a hug. "You were amazing today," Santana whispered into Brittany's ear.
"You say that after all of my dance classes," Brittany accused.
"And I mean it every time," Santana replied.
"You're the best girlfriend ever," Brittany smiled widely.
"I know, right?" Santana pretended to brush something off her shoulder.
"You're a dork."
"But I'm your dork," Santana leaned up to kiss the taller blonde.
"Mmm," Brittany began as she pulled away from the kiss, "I really like that you're my dork."
Santana couldn't help but laugh. Santana slid her hand into Brittany's and gave it a light squeeze, "Do you want to come to band practice with me?"
"Absolutely," Brittany smiled. Santana led Brittany out to her car. "We have some time to kill before dinner anyways. Do we need to go grab your guitars?"
"I've decided to just store them at Tina's house. It's a lot easier than lugging them back and forth," Santana shrugged as she stepped into the car.
"Oh, okay, that makes sense," Brittany commented as she placed her hand on top of Santana's on the stick shift. A shot of electricity flowed through Santana's body from the contact. Brittany smiled at the effect she had on her girlfriend.
The rest of the ride to Tina's house was spent in a comfortable silence, both teens just enjoying each other's company. Once they were at Tina's house, they made their way to the basement where the others were already gathered. Santana always ended up being the last one to practice.
"The Dynamic Duo is late again," Mike commented. "If this were Gotham City, we'd all be doomed."
"Why do you guys keep calling us the Dynamic Duo? It's been going on for months and I just want to know what that's all about," Santana wondered.
"It's because we were dressed up as Batgirl and Robin for Halloween, the Dynamic Duo," Brittany explained.
Everyone, except Santana, looked at Brittany like they were surprised that she knew that, "Oh, that makes sense," Santana scratched her head.
Both teens laughed as Santana took out her acoustic guitar.
"Whose bass is that?" Brittany wondered pointing to the extra instrument sitting against the wall.
"Mine," Santana replied.
"You play the bass too?" Brittany cocked an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Santana shrugged her shoulders like it was no big deal.
"You're amazing," Brittany smiled.
"You're more amazing," Santana leaned up for a kiss but was interrupted.
"Please don't," Mike and Quinn said in unison.
"Don't be such a cock block Boy Chang and Captain Peroxide," Santana pulled away and Brittany pouted. Instead Santana kissed her hand and blew it towards Brittany. Brittany accepted that as a reasonable alternative.
"Okay, so we have to learn a bunch of Christmas songs in a short amount of time," Tina tried to move things along.
"What for?" Brittany wondered as she took a seat.
"We're playing for a Christmas party hosted by the city. They said that they wanted the songs to be more teen friendly, so we're going to put a little bit of a rock twist on all of the songs," Quinn explained.
"Oh, that's cool. What songs?" Brittany wondered.
"Good question," Santana wandered over to her music stand and flipped through the pages. "We're doing Jingle Bells, Silent Night, Baby it's Cold Outside, Deck the Halls, Frosty the Snowman, I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, I'll be Home For Christmas, It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year, Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree, Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and Winter Wonderland. Wow, we have to get cracking," Santana said as she picked up her guitar.
Stress Management went through all of the songs, got an idea of how to play everything, and decided to call it a day and practice the songs more later. They added some power chords and cool riffs into the songs to make them more 'relatable to the young people'. They tried not to change up the lyrics of the songs so that everyone could sing along with them. Brittany was bobbing her head back and forth, singing along to all of the songs the band had played.
Brittany really liked listening to today's band practice because they were doing Christmas songs, and those were her favorite. "You guys were great," Brittany commented as Santana put her acoustic in its case and picked it up.
"Thanks, babe. Hey, you actually have a really good voice," Santana commented.
Brittany blushed, "Thanks." Santana kissed her on the head and grabbed Brittany's hand in her free hand. "Hey, I thought you were leaving your guitars here."
"I have to practice, so I'm just going to bring my acoustic home," Santana explained.
"Okay, maybe you could teach me something after dinner," Brittany suggested.
"Only if you teach me how to dance."
"Deal," Brittany squeezed Santana's hand.
Santana put her guitar in the back seat, since she was only bringing one home, there was room to put it in the back seat without having to put the seats down. Then she hopped in the car where Brittany was already waiting for her. Santana shifted into gear and began lazily driving towards Brittany's house. They were in no hurry. They were actually probably going to be a little early for dinner.
Once at Brittany's house, the two teens walked to the door and opened it up. Santana brought her guitar with her so that her car wouldn't get broken into. She used to live in Lima Heights Adjacent and growing up there teaches you to never leave valuables where people can see them. Once they were inside, they were bombarded with the sight of streamers and other decorations.
"Oh God, it's not your birthday, is it? No, wait, you're birthday isn't until February second," Santana's brain tried to wrap around what this could be about.
Then at the same time they saw the big sign that said "CONGRATS!" Santana and Brittany looked at each other, both clearly confused.
"Hey, Mom, Dad, what is this all about?" Brittany wondered as she pointed to all of the decorations.
"Why don't you see for yourself," Brittany's mom handed her a piece of paper.
Both Santana and Brittany scanned the paper together. Simultaneously they realized that it was Brittany's report card. She got straight A's. They both looked at each other, mouths open in shock. Santana then shouted, "This is so great!" She picked the taller dancer up in her arms and twirled her around once before setting her down. "I'm so proud of you!" Santana pulled Brittany into a bone crushing hug.
"I-I can't believe it," Brittany was on the verge of tears.
"Sweetie what's wrong?" Mrs. Pierce wondered.
"Happy tears Mom, they're happy tears," Brittany clarified; still in the arms of her girlfriend.
"I'm so happy for you," Santana whispered into Brittany's ear.
Brittany buried her face in the crook of Santana's neck. "Thank you," Santana hardly heard Brittany say because her voice was muffled by Santana's shoulder.
"So, we figured, screw dinner and go straight to cake," Mr. Pierce said as he set a store bought congratulations cake on the table.
Brittany turned and her eyes lit up at the sight of the cake. Brittany's a bit of a sugar addict, so of course, she loves cake. Brittany pulled Santana towards the cake. Santana read the blue frosting words on the cake which said, "Congrats Brittany and Santana!"
"Why does it have my name on it?" Santana wondered. The cake made it look like they were getting married, or expecting a baby, or something like that.
"Because you've helped me so much silly," Brittany guessed.
"We invited you here to celebrate because if it wasn't for you and how much you care about Brittany, well, things wouldn't be the same," Mr. Pierce explained.
"You're the best thing that's happened to Brittany since she started high school," Mrs. Pierce added.
"No," Santana said as she paused for a moment to hold back tears, "Brittany's the best thing that happened to me."
Brittany turned and hugged Santana, pulling her in close. "I love you," Brittany breathed into Santana's ear.
"I love you too," Santana whispered back.
"Let's cut the cake!" Mrs. Pierce suggested excitedly.
"Yeah, I wants to get my cake eating on!" Brittany said.
Santana loves that Brittany has been adopting the way that she speaks. Mrs. Pierce smiled adoringly at the way Santana looked at her daughter. Mrs. Pierce didn't really know how she was going to deal with her daughter being in a lesbian relationship, but Santana and Brittany are just great together.
Once the cake and milk were served, everyone was talking excitedly about how proud they were of Brittany and how grateful they were of Santana. However, Brittany still looked like she was a little too shell shocked. Santana didn't like that her girlfriend was in a bit of a stupor, so she decided to initiate a little food fight.
"Hey, Brittany, you have a little something on your face," Santana said with an evil grin on her face.
"Where?" Brittany wondered as she wiped her face with a napkin.
Santana scooped some icing off of her piece of cake and wiped it on Brittany's face. Brittany was shocked by the bold move. Brittany knew that Santana knew that it was going to be on like Donkey Kong. And it was. Brittany grabbed some icing off of her piece of cake and wiped it down Santana's cheek.
"I think you have something on your face too," Brittany laughed at the expression on Santana's face.
The two continued wiping icing on each other and even shoving cake into each other's' faces. Somewhere along the way, Mr. and Mrs. Pierce had joined in and it was an all-out cake fight in the kitchen. A couple of minutes later, when everyone was thoroughly covered in cake, they called a truce.
"Oh, I have to get a picture!" Mrs. Pierce said as she grabbed her camera and snapped a few shots of the frosting covered couple.
"Um, can I use your shower?" Santana wondered as she looked down at herself covered in blue icing.
"Of course, dear," Mrs. Pierce said. Brittany and Santana began going up the stairs when they heard Brittany's mom's voice say, "No shenanigans girls!"
"Mooooom!" Brittany shouted back embarrassed.
Santana laughed at the transaction. They finally reached Brittany's room. Santana wrapped an arm around Brittany and pulled out her phone. She turned her phone on camera mode. "Smile," Santana said. Santana took a picture of the both of them covered in frosting. Santana had her tongue sticking out dangerously closer to her girlfriends icing covered face.
Santana showed Brittany the picture to which Brittany commented, "Cute." Brittany then turned and kissed her girlfriend.
"You taste like cake," Santana laughed into the kiss.
"Best kiss ever. Oh, um do you need clothes?" Brittany wondered as she pulled away, licking her icing covered lips.
"Yes, please," Santana replied as she looked down at her clothes caked in frosting.
"You can take a shower in the guest bedroom's shower. There are already some towels in there. I'll bring you some clothes after I wash my hands off," Brittany pointed in the direction of the guest bedroom. Santana already knew where it was and was just happy to get all of the blue dyed frosting off her body. I look like one of those gay Smurfs, Santana thought to herself when she saw herself in the mirror.
Santana took a long, hot shower and tried to get all of the blue off. She wasn't sure that she had gotten it all out of her hair, but she figured that she had tried hard enough and stepped out of the shower. She no longer looked like the newly initiated member of the Blue Man Group, so she was happy. She quickly towel dried her hair and walked out into the guest bedroom to get changed into the clothes Brittany had laid out for her.
She had to laugh to herself at the outfit that Brittany picked out. Brittany laid out a pair of unicorn-covered sweats, which is what Santana expected, but for the top Brittany had picked out her favorite dance t-shirt for Santana to wear. Santana picked it up. The shirt was the large red t-shirt that Brittany wore to sleep in on Halloween night. It said "DANCE" on the front and "PIERCE" on the back. Santana laughed one more time before slipping the clothes on. The clothes smelt like Brittany. Santana's nostrils were filled with Brittany's lovely citrus, sweet, floral scent. I need to find a word for that, Santana thought to herself as she fixed the shirt hanging on her shoulders.
Santana returned to Brittany's room. Brittany's door was open and Brittany was already sitting on her bed with her laptop in her lap. Brittany's eyes immediately looked to her girlfriend once she entered the room. She looks so great in my t-shirt, Brittany thought as she set her laptop aside.
Brittany frowned at the expression on Santana's face, "What? Do you not like the shirt, or is the unicorn pants? Because you said that you like unicorns and that they remind you of how magical this world can be." Brittany wondered.
"I love the unicorn pants Britt. And I like the shirt, but I just feel a little owned," Santana replied turning around and pointed to the last name 'Pierce' that went across the back of the shirt. Santana turned back around with a smile on her face.
"That's because you're mine," Brittany replied devilishly patted the space on the bed next to her for Santana to join. Santana quickly joined Brittany on the bed.
Santana bit her lower lip, "I don't think that I mind that."
"Good," Brittany replied as her lips gravitated towards Santana's. Their lips brushed lightly together before colliding with more force. Santana took Brittany's bottom lip between her own and sucked lightly on the soft flesh. She still tastes like cake, Santana thought to herself and she ran her tongue over Brittany's lip. Brittany opened her mouth to allow Santana's tongue access, but the girls abruptly stopped when they heard a knock on the door.
"Come in," Brittany practically choked on her words.
"I just wanted to let Santana know that I have her clothes in the wash," Mrs. Pierce said with kind eyes.
"Thanks, Mrs. Pierce," Santana replied.
Mrs. Pierce left the room and shut the door behind her. "Worst timing ever," Brittany said half to herself, half to her mother who already left the room.
Brittany turned to face Santana again. Santana cupped Brittany's cheek in her hand and said in a quiet, welcoming tone, "You are so incredible. You've been through so much, more than anyone should have to go through in a few months and look at you. You're winning. People counted you out, but you showed them that they were wrong. I admire you so much."
"Admire me for what? I haven't really done anything," Brittany blushed from her girlfriend's compliments.
Santana looked into Brittany's blue orbs, "You did what everyone told you that you couldn't do. You got straight A's Brittany, it's a big deal. You stepped up to your friends and changed the entire way that you live your life. You chased your dreams and you didn't care what others thought. You came out to your parents. You've done so much. You're absolutely stunning and I admire everything that you've accomplished."
A single tear ran down Brittany's cheek. Santana wiped it away with the pad of her thumb. Words didn't need to be said. The loving expressions on both teen's faces as they looked deep into each other's eyes wrote of novel of words that didn't need to be said aloud.
Author's Note:
"I'm lost without you" Blink 182 with a side of "Sorrow" by Boxcar Racer