The week had flown by despite the fact that Brittany had only seen Santana a total of three times since she had come over after work a few days ago. Her driving schedule had gotten even more unpredictable, which always happened at the peak of tourist season. The money was great and last season, she had worked 12 hour days eagerly. This season, was different. This season, she had Santana. This season, she had finally started hanging out with her friends more. This season, Jenny's final tuition had been paid and her scholarship was set. This season, she didn't need to work as hard.
She drove to the home base of the taxi company before she started her final shift before her weekend. Her boss had requested to speak to her. As she walked to her boss' office, Brittany greeted all the other taxi drivers on shift. She could genuinely say she liked everyone and everyone liked her. She fielded a few "Hi Brittany" greetings before reaching Beastie's office.
"Come in," came a deep voice.
"Hi!" Brittany came in and immediately went to sit down across from her boss. "Here I am, just like you asked. What's up?"
Shannon Beiste, who at one point Brittany thought to be a serial killer, smiled and took off the reading glasses she was wearing. "Thanks for meeting me before your shift, Brittany."
"No problem."
"I'll get down to business since I know you want to get out there. You know, you're one of my best drivers."
"Thanks," Brittany said with a shy smile. She could never take compliments well.
"And because of that, I want to change your route. How do you feel about setting up home base in Old Vegas?"
Brittany's shoulders slumped. "Old Vegas? But…but that doesn't have as many tourists as the strip?"
"Sure, maybe it doesn't," Beiste said, "But it's growing and I need more drivers stationed there. People are wising up that they can get cheaper rooms in Old Vegas and just drive to The Strip."
Brittany shook her head, feeling a sense of desperation fill her. "But, The Dalton is my station. It's been my base since I started and I'm one of the drivers with the most fares. I…"
"I know that Brittany." Beiste leaned back in her chair. "And that's why I need you in Old Vegas and base out of McKinley Hotel & Casino."
"Mckinley?" Brittany suddenly stood up. "That place is horrible! It's got some boring Glee choir as their main show! Please don't send me there."
Brittany began to pace, her breathing quickening. She barely saw Santana as it was and if she went to McKinley, Brittany was sure she'd only be able to see her girlfriend like two days a week. Not to mention all her friends worked at The Dalton and she'd never seem them either. She'd also work later hours and she'd never see her sister either. No. She couldn't leave The Dalton.
"I need you there," Beiste said, sternly, "You start Monday. Report to McKinley for your shift and report to Ryder Lynn."
"But…"
"Brittany!" Brittany stood still and faced a now angry boss. "I made my decision. I need you at McKinley! OK?"
Defeated, Brittany nodded.
"Listen," Beiste said, her voice softening, "When I hire new drivers, I'll send them to McKinley and you can come back to The Dalton."
"When will that be?"
"Next quarter," Beiste said, not looking at Brittany. "Maybe."
"Maybe?" Brittany didn't like the sound of that at all. It was the same "maybe" she got when she had asked Bieste for a raise.
"Maybe," her boss repeated.
Just when Brittany couldn't hate her job anymore, this happened.
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"Are you sure the room is ready?" Santana sat at her desk, filling out daily reports.
"For the hudreth time, yes!" Sugar said. "I must say that this is not a good idea."
"Why the hell not?"
"A free room to a 17 year old?" Sugar raised an eyebrow. "She's a minor!"
Santana rolled her eyes. In the days Sugar had started, Santana couldn't even remember how she got along without her. She liked Sugar and liked the fact that the woman would not hesitate to call Santana out on her shit. "It's just a room. And I told you to make sure all the alcohol is removed and all adult channels blocked."
"Kids will find ways to mess around," Sugar said, a look of disapproval on her face.
"Relax mom," Santana said with a laugh, "Jenny will be fine. She's a good kid and The Dalton has plenty of family friendly places and activities. Speaking of which, did you get the tickets to the shows I asked for?"
"I did."
Santana smiled. She had arranged for Jenny to have her own room at The Dalton for the weekend. Santana hated that she hadn't seen Brittany all week and hand't had a chance to hang out with Jenny much. Since Brittany didn't want to leave Jenny alone at night, Santana had come up with the perfect plan; have the Pierce sisters stay at The Dalton for the weekend. Brittany would stay with her and Jenny would have her own room on the same floor where she could enjoy the hotel.
"Good," Santana said, "So that's four tickets total for each show, right? Jenny said she will be bringing her boyfriend and two other friends."
"How about you relax, mom," Sugar said rolling her eyes, "They will be taken care of. Now on to real business, Sue's assistant is requesting a lunch meeting today."
"Again?" Santana had meet with Elaine three times this week already and she wasn't sure what more the assistant had to discuss. "Everything is in place for tomorrow."
"She said Sue wanted to go over the security for her art pieces," Sugar shrugged her shoulders, "No? Yes?"
"Tell her I'm booked today," Santana said, "I've already gone over everything four times, I'm not doing it a fifth." When Sugar didn't answer, Santana looked up and saw her assistant bitting her lip. "What?"
"I don't trust that Elaine," Sugar said, "She's not very liked in the assistant community."
"Assistant community?"
"Oh yeah," Sugar said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "We have an association and everything."
"Well, OK then," Santana said, trying not to smile, "I'll keep that in mind. But she seems harmless."
Sugar shrugged her shoulders. "If you say so. Anything else you need from me right now?"
"Nope."
After Sugar left, Santana went back to work. She was counting the minutes until Brittany and Jenny would be at the hotel.
###
"This is my room?" Jenny walked in to the room Santana had arranged for her to use the weekend. It wasn't as impressive as Santana's suite but it was more than just a regular room. It had a small living room, a giant screen TV and two queen beds.
"All yours," Santana said proudly.
Brittany leaned in to Santana and whispered. "This is too much."
"No it's not," Santana whispered back, "It's only for the weekend and no way I was letting Jenny stay in one of the cheap rooms." She turned her attention back to the younger Pierce. "Listen Jenny, just because this is free doesn't mean you don't have to take care of it, OK? No trashing this room."
Jenny turned back from the large window over looking the strip. "For sure! Don't worry Santana, I won't do anything crazy. Thank you so much! I've always wondered what these fancy casino rooms were like."
Santana smiled. Watching Jenny so happy just from giving her this room was a great feeling. "I also got you and your friends tickets to the hottest shows on the strip, which you can get at Will Call. The show list is on the table."
Jenny rushed to Santana and engulfed her in a tight hug. "Thanks!"
"Ummf!" Santana grunted, not prepared, "You're welcome."
During this past week, Santana had gotten to now Jenny a bit more. They had managed to go out for ice cream a couple of days ago while Brittany worked. Santana was so relieved to discover she and Jenny got along very well.
Jenny pulled back and held Santana at arms length. "I won't even tease you about the sex toys anymore."
"Oh God!" Santana stepped away from Jenny. "I had hoped you'd never mention that."
"And I won't," Jenny said with a smile, "Well, not after this one time. So, wait, who's wearing it?"
"Jenny!" Brittany warned. She pushed her sister to the bedroom. "Here, unpack and call up your friends. Santana and I are leaving, but remember, we are right down the hall."
"Will do!" Jenny said taking out her phone. "You guys go sex each other up with your freaky toys and I'll see you later!"
"Jenny!" Brittany and Santana shouted in unison.
"OK, sorry," Jenny sighed, "That was the last time."
Brittany took Santana by the hand and lead her out of the room before her sister could embarrass them further.
###
Santana opened the door to her suite and held the door for Brittany. "Our sex dungeon awaits," she teased.
Brittany gave a small smile and went inside. Her brand new camera equipment still sat unopened at the back of the room. She still hadn't had a chance to open and play with anything.
Santana let go of the door and let it close on its own. She followed Brittany, a frown on her face at her girlfriend's sullen mood. "What's wrong?"
Brittany turned around and sighed. "I'm being transferred."
"Transfered?"
"My boss wants me to drive out of Old Vegas," Brittany crossed her arm, "She made McKinley Hotel & Casino my home-base."
Santana felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "You're leaving The Dalton?"
Brittany nodded. She sighed and went to go sit on the couch. "I tried to talk her out of it," she said, running a hand through her hair, "She wouldn't listen. I don't want to go."
"Then don't," Santana said. She went to go sit by Brittany. "Maybe you can threaten to quit if they transfer you."
"It's not that easy, Santana," Brittany said, upset, "I can't threaten to quit because she will fire me. I'm not like you where they need me more than I need them. Beiste will have no trouble firing me and replacing me with a cheaper driver."
"I'm sorry," Santana said softly, "I didn't mean…"
"I still need this job." Brittany slumped on the couch, letting the full weight of this new development finally hit her. "I just…I finally got over my anxiety and have really come to like this hotel. Everyone is here and now I have to go to start someplace new."
"Maybe I can talk to her," Santana offered, "Say that we need you here."
"Don't do that," Brittany shook her head.
"Then quit," Santana said said even though she knew it would get Brittany even more upset, "Quit and find something else. I'm sure you'll get something in no time. You still haven't even opened your camera stuff. You could book some photo jobs."
Brittany scoffed. "Seriously? I can't quit. I live paycheck to paycheck and I can't just go a few weeks without working. I haven't taken a professional photo since my mom died. For all I know I suck now."
"That's not true." Before she could stop herself, Santana offered a solution. "Then I'll pay for your bills while you look for a new job. You don't have to worry about anything."
Brittany felt herself getting angry. She hated this feeling and most of her life, this anger was aimed at her father. "No," she said firmly.
"Britt, it's not a big deal. I can…"
"I said no!" Brittany practically shouted. She got up from the couch and walked towards the door. "I don't need your money! This is my problem and I'll deal with it and if that means I have to work a job I don't what to, I will. Because that's what people like me do. We work jobs we hate because we have to!"
Santana felt like she was two feet tall. She got up, desperate to fix this. "I didn't mean…"
"I'm going to go help Jenny," Brittany said opening the door, "I'll…I'll see you later."
Once the door closed behind her girlfriend, Santana kicked the couch. "FUCK!"
She hated when Blaine was right.
###
Jenny finished setting up her room while Brittany sulked on the couch.
"You're an idiot, Britt."
"Excuse me?" Brittany turned on the couch, her arm draped on top, to look at her sister.
"You're an idiot," Jenny repeated, "You're too proud to see that Santana just wants to help you."
"By throwing money at me," Brittany scoffed.
"Breaking news, CNN," Jenny sighed, exasperated, "You're broke. I'm broke. You refused to let me work and help out and we've just been staying afloat."
"So it's my fault we don't have any money?"
Jenny walked over to the couch and sat by her sister. "No. It's no one's fault. That's just the way it is. But it doesn't have to be anymore because Santana can help us out."
"I don't.."
"Yes, I know," Jenny rolled her eyes, "You don't want to use her for her money. It's not like you're going to use Santana as some Sugar Momma and have her keep you the lap of luxury. But, you can accept her attempt to help. She loves you Britt. It's that simple."
Brittany squeezed her eyes shut tight and took a deep breath. When she opened them she saw her sister just staring at her. "Damn it," she whispered.
"You don't think I know," Jenny said, "But I do."
"What?"
"That you hate being a taxi driver." When Brittany didn't say anything, Jenny continued. "I mean, there's nothing wrong with being one, but it's not you. It was never you. If you go to Old Vegas you're going to hate it even more and you'll just be unhappy all day."
Brittany looked down at her hands. "Are you sure you're only 17?"
Jenny smiled. "Physically, I'm almost 18. Mentally I'm about 60."
Brittany let out a laugh. "Shit," she said getting up, "I'm going to go say sorry to Santana. I'm such a bonehead."
"You're not a bonehead," Jenny said, "Well, maybe a little. You just need to get used to accepting help from someone."
"Yeah," she said with a sigh, "I'll see you later. Enjoy the shows and please don't drink out there. If you guys are going to underage drink, do it in here, OK?"
"I promise," Jenny said, holding her right hand over her heart.
Brittany leaned down and kissed the top of her sister's head before heading out. When she went back to the suite, she found it empty. She took our her phone to text Santana and noticed she had missed a text from her girlfriend.
-I'm so sorry, Britt. I had to go back to work for a bit but I'll be back in an hour.
Brittany didn't want to stay here worrying about how mad Santana was, so she decided to go to The Elixir and see Kurt.
When she got there, she saw the place was packed.
"Brittany!" Emma smiled, "Hi honey. I'm afraid I don't have a table just yet."
"Oh that's OK," Brittany returned Emma's warm smile, "I'm just gonna sit at the bar and talk to Kurt."
"Well then, come in!"
Brittany found a spot near the end of the bar and quickly spotted Kurt. He was serving customers like some sort of machine. It took a while, but he finally saw her.
"Britt!" Kurt shouted. He ran over to her side, lifted himself on the counter and gave Brittany a kiss on the cheek. "What brings you by?"
Brittany shrugged. "Santana and I had a fight and I didn't want to wait in her room until she got back."
"Aww honey," Kurt cooed, "I'm sure it'll be fine. All couples fight, even the ones as perfect as you two."
"I know," Brittany said, feeling a little better now that she had gotten some assurance from her sister and Kurt.
Kurt went to his station and made a drink. "Here. Tequila Sunrise. It'll make you feel better."
"It looks pretty," Brittany said, "I like the colors."
"BARTENDER!", a large mad from the other end of the bar shouted.
Kurt groaned. "Sorry Britt. I don't know why it's so busy today. I'll be back."
Brittany nodded and began to enjoy her drink. She watched the people around her and made up stories about them in her head. It was a game she and her sister often played.
"Penny for your thoughts?"
Startled, Brittany turned to the voice right next to her. Mentally, she groaned but gave Elaine a smile. "I don't have any pennies."
"It's just an expression, Brittany," Elaine said with a slight chuckle, "Why are you drinking all alone?"
"I came to visit Kurt. Are you here to drink alone?"
Elaine was dressed in her usual business attire. "I'm here to have a stress relieving drink."
"I'm surprised you're not an alcoholic working for that lady," Brittany said and took a long sip of her drink. She was feeling the slight buzz from the tequila already.
"Tell me about it," Elaine laughed, "I'd offer to buy you a drink, but you already have one."
"Well, I can't buy you one," Brittany said bitting her lip, "I forgot my wallet and this one is free." She moved her drink a bit closer to her new bar mate. "You wanna sip?"
Elaine continued to laugh. "You're adorable."
Brittany felt herself blush. She took her drink back and took another long sip. Luckily Kurt came back.
"And what can I get you Elaine?"
"I'll have the same thing as Brittany here."
"Coming up." Kurt went to his station and soon came back with a Tequila Sunrise for the assistant.
"KURT!" Again, Kurt's attention was sought elsewhere.
"Excuse me ladies."
"So," Elaine began, turning her body to face Brittany, "Did Santana tell you about my art tomorrow?"
"Yup." Brittany wasn't sure what to make of this person. She had gotten a weird vibe from her before, but now she was just being super nice.
"Are you going?"
Brittany nodded.
Elaine smiled and took a sip of her drink. "You don't talk much, do you?"
"Umm, I do," Brittany protested, "But, I'm not sure why you're talking to me."
"Well, why not?" Elaine shrugged, "You're friends with many of the people I have to work with here and you seem nice. I like you."
"Oh," was all Brittany said.
"So tell me," Elaine went on with a sweet smile, "Sine we have Santana in common, how long have you two been dating?"
Brittany bit her lip. "Just a short while."
Elaine took another sip, here eyes never leaving Brittany. Brittany looked away, uncomfortable.
"I hope you're being careful," Elaine said, "You should watch yourself around her."
Brittany moved her body to face Elaine. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Elaine concentrated on her drink and finished it before speaking again. She leaned in closer. "Do you think Santana sees you as potential wife material? I mean, Santana is a successful professional. She has a college degree and makes double, or hell triple what you make. You…you're just a taxi driver."
Brittany gripped her drink. "She loves me and our relationship is none of your business." She wasn't going to let Elaine know she had hit a very sore subject.
"I know it's not, but like I said, I like you Brittany." Elaine leaned back and gave Brittany a sympathetic smile. "One of my tasks as Sue's assistant is to do a background check on everyone she works with. Sue wants to know everything."
Brittany took a breath and downed her drink. "I have to go," she said standing up.
Elaine stood up too and took Brittany's hand in hers. "You're sweet Brittany and you should know what you're getting into. Santana's past girlfriends have all been lawyers, doctors, shit even a scientist at one point."
Brittany stayed silent.
"She did date a barista once," Elaine said, now gathering her things, "Bought her a lot of nice things then dumped her. Santana did the same with a waitress. She has a pattern of throwing money at women, then when she gets bored, she dumps them. Has she bought you any nice things lately?"
Brittany's jaw hurt with how hard she was grinding her teeth. "Please let me go," she said in a strained voice.
"Of course." Elaine let her go and threw a $10 bill on the counter. "Don't let her use you," she said and did something Brittany did not expect. She leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "Be careful."
As soon as Elaine pulled back, Brittany practically ran out the main entrance. She stopped when she reached the casino floor where she found herself surrounded by tourists and gamblers. She took a deep breath and tried to think of her next step.
Santana loved her, Brittany knew that, but what if Elaine was right and Santana did get bored of her down the line. Would Santana want a future with someone who didn't have a stable career? Would Santana be embarrassed of her?
Brittany started walking again and ended up at the front desk where she spotted the person she was looking for.
"Quinn!"
Quinn looked up from her iPad and smiled. "Hey Britt. I can't really hang out right now. I'm so swamped …."
"Is that offer still good?"
Quinn cocked her head to one side. "What offer?"
Brittany swallowed. "The job. You said that because I knew everyone and made friends easy that I'd be good at doing what you do. So, is the job still available?"
Quinn put her iPad down and went around the counter to face Brittany. "I've been asking you to work for me since we met and you always turned me down. What changed?"
"I just," Brittany put her hand on her hips and sighed, "I don't want to drive taxies anymore. They transferred me to McKinley and I…can't."
"McKinley?" Quinn looked horrified, "That place is a cesspool!"
Brittany needed an answer now. "So?"
Quinn smiled. "Can you start Monday?"
Brittany brought her friend in for a fierce hug. She accepted Quinn's offer and then headed up to talk to Santana.
###
Santana checked her phone again. No messages from Brittany.
She headed back to the room hoping Brittany would be there and they could fix this. She used her keycard and entered her suite.
"Britt?" Santana was taken off guard as strong arms appeared out of nowhere and hugged her. "Omph…"
Brittany hugged her girlfriend tight and nuzzled her neck. "Immorry."
Santana hugged Brittany back and felt and incredible sense of relief that Brittany was here. "What?"
Brittany pulled back and looked at Santana. "I'm sorry," she repeated, "I was a bonehead."
Santana took Brittany's cheeks between her hands and kissed her "No, I'm sorry," she said against her lips.
Brittany shook her head. "I know you are just trying to help. You're the only one who has really tried to help me in such a long time. I'm just not used to it."
Santana kissed her again, kissed her like she would disappear. "I don't want to rescue you," she said when they parted, "You're more than capable of rescuing yourself, but I do want to give you a hand."
"Thank you," Brittany smiled, "And I did rescue myself. I got a new job."
"What? Where?" Santana held Brittany at arm's length. "I just saw you an hour ago? Did you quit the taxi service?"
"Not yet." Brittany took Santana's hand and lead her to the couch. "For the longest time, my friends have offered to get me a job here at the hotel. I'd make more money, have better benefits and I wouldn't have to drive drunks around."
Santana's eyes widened. "You got a job… here?"
"The reason I never took a job here," Brittany continued, "Is because of my anxiety. I could't function in a casino. Now I can. You helped me, Santana."
"You did that, Britt," Santana said, "I didn't do anything."
"Stop saying that. You did. You have done so much for me already."
Santana shook her head. "You did that." Before Brittany could protest, Santana spoke again. "What job did you get?"
Brittany took a breath and smiled. "With Quinn. She needs help, so I'm going to be hostess or assistant hostess. Actually," Brittany said scrunching her nose, "I'm not really sure what her official tittle is."
Santana felt her head spin. This sudden change was unlike Brittany and she wondered what could have set her off. She had come to learn that Brittany liked stability and her quitting her job and getting a new one in the space of an hour was strange. "Why?"
"What do you mean why?" Brittany had expected Santana to be happy for her. "It's a better job and I can stay at the hotel. It'll be even better cause I won't be driving around all the time."
Santana reached for Brittany's hand. "Which is awesome, Britt. I love that you'll be here more with me and your friends. But…but why the sudden change? Was it the transfer?"
Brittany bit her lip. She didn't want to cause any drama in Santana's business with Sue and the assistant. She was sure Elaine was lying and was totally wrong about Santana. "I didn't want to go to McKinley and it's time I made a change."
Santana narrowed her eyes a bit. She had a feeling that there was something Brittany wasn't telling her. "That's it?"
"Yup!" Brittany nodded. Santana kept staring at her so Brittany got up and headed over to the corner where her new camera equipment was starting to collect dust. "It's time I play around with all this stuff."
Santana sighed and followed Brittany. She decided not to push her girlfriend. "Yes it is. If I remember correctly, you said I'd be your first picture."
"You will be." Brittany gave Santana a wink, glad that they could move on. She began opening everything and spent the next hour just setting everything up.
Santana watched as Brittany's face lit up when she began opening boxes and bags that contained her brand new camera equipment. She'd gladly spend thousands of dollars every day if it meant she could see Brittany happy.
"I never knew taking photos was so complicated," Santana said.
"Oh it is!" Brittany's enthusiasm evident. "It's more than just pointing and pressing a button. You have to capture the emotions of the moment too." She raised her camera to her face and looked through the viewfinder, aiming at Santana. "What's been the best thing about moving to Vegas?"
Brittany watched as Santana blushed and gave a shy smile. "Hmmm, that's a tough question."
*click*
"Come on," Brittany encouraged, "Was it the scorching heat?"
Santana let out a hearty laugh.
*click*
"Yes," Santana grinned. She knew what Brittany wanted her to say. She wanted her to say Brittany has been the best thing. And it was, but Santana wasn't going to give in that easy. "I never knew how much I loved the feeling of melting until I got here."
Brittany kept taking more pictures, zooming in and out, moving to get another angle of the most photogenic person she had ever seen. By the time she finished she had about 50 pictures of Santana.
"Holy shit!" Santana had the camera in her hand looking through the pictures Brittany had taken. "If I didn't know any better, I would think this was my stalker's camera."
Brittany leaned in and kissed Santana's cheek. "Maybe I am your stalker."
"That'd be hot," Santana winked. She kissed Brittany's cheek. "This are amazing Britt. I always hate the way I come out in pictures…."
"Are you insane? You are so hot, Santana. No way you could ever take a bad picture."
Santana put the camera down and grabbed Brittany's face. "You are doing wonders for my ego." She smiled before bringing in Brittany for a kiss. She had meant it to be small one but it quickly turned into a more and before they knew it, Brittany was on her back on the floor with Santana fully on top of her.
Brittany moved her hands down her girlfriend's back until they reached Santana's ass. She squeezed the plump cheeks. "Have I told you," Brittany said, lightly bitting Santana's lower lip, "That I love your ass. It's so…plumpy."
Santana couldn't help but laugh. "Plumpy?"
"Yeah, plumpy." Brittany squeezed again. She looked up at Santana who had a big grin on her face and who looked positively happy. Brittany's own smile faltered a bit when she remembered her encounter from earlier. "If..if you get bored with me, you'll tell me, right?"
Santana's grin was wiped from her face at Brittany's words. "What?"
"Will you tell me if I'm boring you?" Brittany asked seriously. She reached up and moved a lose strand of black hair behind Santana's ear.
"Bore me?" Santana looked down at Brittany with utter confusion. "Britt, you could never bore me. Why would you think so?"
"No reason," Brittany said. She hated to admit but some of the things Elaine had said touched on some doubts she had tried to suppress. Santana could have anyone she wanted and why she would want to be with someone as messed up has herself, the didn't know.
Brittany had let these feeling go and accepted that Santana loved her, but after her run in with Elaine, all those insecurities had come back. "Forget I asked," she said.
"Britt?"
Brittany leaned up and tried to kiss Santana again, but her girlfriend pulled back.
"What is it Britt?"
"I'm being a bonehead," Brittany said with a smile, trying to play this off. She kissed Santana quickly and gently pushed Santana off of her. "Come on, let's go see what everyone is up to."
Santana didn't like how Brittany was acting. "I love you Brittany," she said, watching Brittany get up from the floor. "You could never bore me. I love being with you. Even if we're just sitting around doing nothing, that's still more exciting than anything."
Brittany nodded. She believed Santana but there was still that doubt in the back of her mind. "I love you too. Now come on, let's go!"
Santana got up and followed Brittany out of the suite. Whatever was going on was making Brittany act differently.
Brittany stopped Santana before she went through the door and kissed her. "You're perfect for me," she whispered.
Santana felt like crying and she wasn't sure why. There was a sadness to Brittany's words that shouldn't be there. "You're stuck with me, Britt," she said softly, "I'm not letting you go."
Brittany kissed her again. "I hope so." She took Santana's hand and headed out.
-tbc-
A/N: Thanks again everyone. I might be wrapping this story up in a few chapters. For sure this will be less than 25 chapters. I'll try for an even 20. If I end this one, I can finish up that other one. ;)