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"Woah," Brittany blurts out before she can think and her cheeks tinge a light pink at her sudden outburst.

"Yeah…. Woah," You agree as you continue to stare at her in pure amazement.

Utter astonishment.

There are no words for how you feel right now other than amazement and astonishment.

Brittany, the owner to the locker three down from yours' in the locker room. The girl that you've been practically stalking since you first saw her there. The first time you heard her voice and her laugh made your world beam and your face flush. The first time she brushed past you in the hallway and your heart jumped in your chest.

Brittany, the girl who you've imagined being in your life and wishing was next to you at family events when your cousin's boyfriend comes to visit and is constantly next to her. And she always seems so happy. Brittany, the girl who you've cleared your search history for over one million times because that's how much of a creeper you are. Brittany, the girl who you used to tell yourself was waiting for you at the end of class just so you could get through tests.

Brittany, your silly schoolgirl crush actually likes you back.

You can't even fucking breath.

You both just stay like that for a minute, staring at each other, or more likely the ground because whenever you lock eyes, you turn red and settle your gaze uncomfortably at your feet, not bothering to hide your wide smile, a smile brighter than the sun.

GGGGRRRrrrrrooooOOOWWWWLLL!

Shit.

Why does your stomach always decide to make weird noises at the perfectly wrong times? You didn't even notice how hungry you were until your stomach roared loudly again and you could hear Brittany snickering with an adorable smile across from you with her arms folded to her chest.

"Well sounds like someone's hungry!" Brittany laughs and reaches out to poke your stomach like you're a little kid. It kind of makes your heart swelter and want to burst out of your chest.

You exult a nervous laugh that makes you want to hit yourself in the face because of how stupid you must seem. SAY SOMETHING LOPEZ!

"I-I didn't eat breakfast," You admit with a shrug.

"Well come on then!" Brittany commands matter-of-factly as she takes your wrist in her gentle hold before sliding her fingers down to meet with yours.

"I-is this okay?" Brittany asks genuinely. The question takes you off guard because you know exactly what she's asking.

You lead her to the railing of the pavilion and lean against it, as if you are getting ready to admit something. You know that Brittany can see that. "I'm gonna sound like a bitch. And I mean I am a bitch but—"

"No you're not. You're not a bad person."

You stare at the girl in front of you questioningly for a moment because her words seemed completely honest. She's staring at you directly in the eyes and her baby blues are wide with sincerity.

"A-Anyway," You continue," I…well I—"

"Hey, I don't want you to rush things okay?" Brittany nods with a smile where one side of her mouth comes up further than the other. "I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you out or something."

Your face goes pale at the thought.

"I understand if you want time but Santana?" Brittany looks at your two hands, still holding one another, where she's rubbing her thumb on the top of your hand in little circles, before shifting her cat eyes back to mocha irises with a serious expression.

"Yeah?" Your voice cracks a little and you feel small under her gaze. You think that you would do anything for her.

Maybe.

"Y-you are…" She searches for the right word before taking your other hand in her other one and she's got you looking directly at her with no escape. It makes your heart thump loudly in your chest.

Brittany continues, "You are the most amazing person and you don't know it which makes me sad because if you did know it, then everyone else would know it too. They would see what I see, which is what I'm gonna make you see."

"Quinn…" You look down in embarrassment for speaking aloud, but then you realize that you should continue because otherwise, you're not going to talk of the subject anymore. You look up to Brittany for reassurance and she's nodding for you to go on. You release a long breath through your mouth before continuing." Quinn, she…she doesn't know. She has no clue that I'm...gay," You say the last word quietly. You don't understand why you're still not comfortable saying the word aloud yet because you know in your heart that it's true. You wish that it weren't and you're having some difficulty accepting yourself, but you know it's true.

"And you're scared of what she'll think?" Brittany asks, her eyes sparkling sincerely.

"That, and that she'll be mad at me, for not telling her sooner." You open your mouth as if to say something else but what would you say? You don't have any more words. It's as if your mind just shut off. So you close your mouth and just stare up at Brittany for a response.

Brittany is looking as if she understands. Her face is blank except for her smiling eyes. "I don't know about you and Quinn's relationship that much, but you two seem really close. I know that she'll be accepting." Brittany smiles at you and swings your hands from side to side. "And if not," Your gaze falters to the ground in disappointment at Brittany's words. "Which won't happen," Brittany elbows you slightly and you smile, still staring at the wood beneath your feet, before once again staring to meet sapphire blue. "Then she isn't worth it, in fact anyone who can't accept you isn't worth it. But there are tons of people, most people, who will."

Brittany gives you a small smirk and your whole body relaxes under her stare.

Your shoulders drop. Your frown loosens. Your furrowed eyebrows lower.

You don't think that someone just talking to you has ever made you feel so… whole. You feel like you were once broken, shattered into a million pieces, and Brittany just put you back together.

And she doesn't even know it.

"So how about that lunch?" Brittany asks with a bright smile. She releases your hands and walks down the steps onto the dirt path leading to the dining hall.

"Hey, wait."

Brittany stops her skippy strides and turns back, tilting her head to the side adorably in confusion.

You walk over to her side and collect her fingers in yours.

"We're not there yet," You say shyly and flirtily? You're flirting and it makes your cheeks hot and your heart pound. Brittany looks down cutely, blushing, before once again swinging your hands back and forth and the both of you descend down the pathway, ivory meeting tan.

To your disappointment and inevitable reality, as soon as the path clears and merges with the rest of the camp, Brittany releases your grip from her hand and you immediately miss the contact. But Brittany with out holding hands is better than no Brittany at all so you continue-on, smiling widely. There's an alien giddiness in your eyes that you're not accustomed to…. but you like it. You like it a lot! You wouldn't know, but as you've heard multiple cheerleaders describe it, you kind of feel high. You shift your gaze discreetly so that your head doesn't move, only your eyes, to catch a glimpse of Brittany.

You're heart bursts.

Brittany's biting her bottom lip, trying to contain her smile and she's giggling to herself. She's actually giggling! Can this girl be any fucking cuter? Her hands are clasped in front of her and she's rubbing them nervously. Her eyes are squinted from her high cheeks trying to suppress her smile.

You think you find yourself giggling quietly too.

The lunch bell rings as soon as you and Brittany approach the entrance of the dining hall and Brittany holds the door for you. You look around before entering to see the expressions on campers' and councilors' faces but no one thinks anything of it. You breath out, relieved, and continue walking.

Only for Brittany to shoot out in front of you and run to the start of the food line.

You meet with her in line and she turns back with a grin. "Hey, I'm hungry too!" She jokes and you laugh as the blonde takes up a plate and towers it with two grilled cheese sandwiches, a handful of chicken nuggets (even though there's a spoon for them), loads of French fries, and an apple.

And you thought that Sam could eat a lot.

You get your own plate of food while Brittany gets the both of you bottled waters from the back. The perks of being a camp councilor.

You look around the room for a familiar face…Quinn. But to your relief, you don't see her. Instead you see the reflection of sequence bounce from the sun casting through the window to the ceiling.

Kurt.

"Santana!" Well, you guess he saw you first.

A small figure jumps up from a table, also vacant by the little Asian girl and black girl that Brittany was playing with yesterday, and runs towards you with jubilance.

You laugh at the boys' eagerness.

"Wanna sit with us?" He motions towards the table with a broad grin.

"Got room for two?" You ask with a smirk, and you know that he knows what you are hinting at.

"Of course!" Kurt replies and you follow him back to the table, only for Brittany to join you a second later. She hands you the water bottle and your hands touch for the briefest second, which doesn't go unnoticed by Kurt.

He's literally bouncing in his seat.

You love the kid, but really? Calm yourself! You find yourself looking around the room nervously, hoping that Kurt's craze hasn't caught anyone's attention, like it is yours'. You rub your hands twiddle your fingers on your water bottle in nervousness.

"Are you all liking camp so far?" Brittany asks to the three campers across from you both at the table and they nod enthusiastically.

The black girl, Mercedes you think, talks about her experience during arts and crafts, but you zone out. You just watch Brittany as she listens contently to Mercedes' story, commenting and lighting up at the littlest of details as she stuffs her face with chicken nuggets.

She's great with kids….

"And what was your favorite thing so far?" The little Asian girl asks from across from you.

You immediately snap out of your haze, your face shading a tint brighter, and you can tell that both Brittany and Kurt are struggling to contain their laughter.

"I think canoeing was pretty fun. I didn't think I'd like it. But turns out, I really did!" You reply, the tips of your ears shading a slight pink.

You feel a playful hit of Brittany's hand on your thigh under the table at your response and you shoot her a raised-eyebrow smirk. She giggles back.

"Yeah, it looks pretty fun!" The girl replies before her and Mercedes get up to throw away their plates.

"We'll catch up with you guys later?" Mercedes asks with a wave. Brittany nods enthusiastically before the two girls disappear out the door.

You turn back from the entrance of the room at the figure across from you and Brittany, raising his eyebrows with an excited, almost dark smile.

Your stomach drops.

"He knows, by the way," You whisper to Brittany quietly and the distance between you two shortens as you lean in to tell her. You kind of just want to kiss her, you're so close.

How you wish you could just kiss her.

"Wait, hold on—", Kurt starts.

"We went to that pavilion that you told me about," Brittany replies and now it's your turn to be confused.

"Wait, you told her about the pavilion? Did you know that? Wait…what?" Brittany's hand still on your thigh moves down to squeeze your knee at your loss for words and obvious flusteration.

Brittany and Kurt both laugh and you all-of-the-sudden begin to feel slightly uncomfortable and excluded. Since when are Kurt and Brittany close and hiding things from you? You thought it was the other way around.

You stare off trying to think of when Brittany and Kurt could have talked. It couldn't have been before last night, but it would have to be before the dance. And then it hits you.

They were talking before you approached them this morning at breakfast before you and Brittany went to the lake. Before you, Brittany, and Sam went to the lake.

Sam!

You can't go on leading him on like this. It hurts too much. It hurts you. It hurts Brittany. And it would definitely hurt Sam!

As if on cue, the door to the entrance of the dining hall opens and in walks Sam, flipping his annoyingly swishy blonde hair and puckering his salamander lips with Noah Puckerman at his side. You're relieved that Quinn isn't tagged along beside him.

"I-I need to go," You say to Kurt and you get up from the table. Brittany is still sitting down.

"Britt, you coming?" You ask, as if it were obvious that you wanted her to come with you. You know that running off with Brittany is avoiding your problems but you just can't stand to be in the same room with Sam right now.

Brittany beams back at you and in an instant she is at your side. You head towards the door with your face away from Sam.

"Santana! Hey, wait!" You hear Sam's boyish voice from behind you and the sound uncomfortably slides down your spine, sending chilling shivers.

You turn around to see Sam frolicking towards you pathetically until he is right in front of you.

"Sam! I need to go but I'll see you at music later okay?" You tell him more than ask him. You can sense his disappointment because he's frowning like a kicked puppy.

"Music, yeah okay," Sam agrees, his voice less enthusiastic than before. He's looking down where his gaze stops at white sneakers next to you. Sam lets his stare travel up Brittany's long legs until their glares meet. The tension is awkward. That's the only way you know how to describe it.

Sam looks at Brittany menacingly, as if he knows that she is the reason for your current absence from him and you secretly cross your fingers behind your back in hopes that that isn't the case.

Brittany's looking at Sam the way that at you looked at Rachel when you got to do music and she didn't. Brittany's looking at Sam like she won.

"See you then," You say, your voice faltering a little as you wave goodbye and you watch as Sam nods and turns away heading back to his seat at a sluggish pace.

Brittany walks ahead of you out the door and you follow behind her until you are safely tucked away in the secluded path, heading back to the cabin.

You catch up to Brittany and knock into her slightly.

"Are you okay?" Brittany laughs and she stops to hold your waist to steady your tilting composition.

You nod before releasing a yawn.

"Aww little baby Santana's tired?" Brittany asks with a baby voice, and you laugh with a nod. "I'll tuck you in," Brittany states, still using her baby voice that makes you want to melt right there, and before you can think, Brittany picks you up so that your legs are hanging over her arms in an infant position.

You really are tired though, so you let Brittany carry you, taking advantage of the situation. You nestle your head deep into Brittany's chest and close your eyes.

You don't know how long you had your eyes closed but you open them abruptly when you feel a pillow-soft kiss pressed to your forehead and Brittany lets you down seamlessly so that you can climb into your cot.

You lay your head down on your pillow and bury yourself in your blanket, closing your eyes; half listening to Brittany who is humming the song that you were listening to earlier. Your heart flutters remembering the moment.

"Hey Brittany?" You ask softly, your eyes still closed.

"Mhmm?" Brittany's hums from across the room on her own bunk, probably laying down too.

"Did you talk to Kurt about us?" You ask.

Brittany laughs softly. "I'll tell you later, right now get some rest okay? It's been a really long day and it's only half way over."

You don't object. Instead you close your eyes and drift to sleep.

The air is hazy as you transcend nearer to the reflection of the moon on the slightly rippling, dark water. You squint your eyes in order to see more clearly through the mist when you stop at the strange, yet inviting feeling of warmth drifting onto your toe. The water flows up to your heel and then back again into the abyss. When the water leaves your foot, it's dry, but when it submerges it again, it feels numb, like the water isn't wet at all.

A splash further into the lake causes your attention to shift upwards in search of the source of the disturbance, but you don't see anything so you continue walking further and further into the water until the warmth is gently flowing at the base of your shorts. The water still feels heated and non-existent.

Splash!

There is definitely someone out there.

You walk slightly further so that you are submerged in the lake up to the hem of your cotton shirt. The fabric is becoming heavier and heavier and you get the sudden urge to rip it off so that you can float freely without the dense burden of clothing.

You clutch the base of your shirt and drag it upwards, exposing yourself to the moon and the stars. You're not wearing a bra. You should feel vulnerable because you know that something is out there. Someone. But you're confident.

Not soon after your torso is bare, you begin to unbutton your jean shorts, zipping them down too slowly for your liking and then removing them without hesitation. They disappear into the dark, mesmerizing liquid surrounding you. You reach down to slip off your underwear and you kick your legs hurriedly in the water to remove them completely.

Splash!

It came from right in front of you.

The water is now up to your neck but you don't flinch. You continue to stare straight out. You gawk as blonde locks flip out of the dim lake and Brittany is standing directly before you. Her eyes are dark and hungry.

Full of lust.

You lick your lips at the sight.

The water is threatening to expose her naked breasts as it ripples across her upper chest. She looks like a princess. Like something out of a movie. Her body is literally glowing.

You stare at her effortlessly until she turns around with a smirk and she continues to walk deeper into the water until she is completely under.

Hesitantly, you follow until your head is entirely submerged. You're heart is steady though, like you know what you're doing.

Slowly you step further and further. You need to come up for air, but instead you start to breathe in the warm liquid. You're fine. You're breathing under the water.

You stare into the darkness, searching for Brittany but you don't see anything. It's too dark. Instead you feel firm hands come to your sides and soft lips clash into yours.

Brittany kisses you passionately and your hands move to her bare ass, cupping and squeezing. Brittany moves to kiss the side of your mouth; trailing light kisses down your jaw line before meeting your neck and sucking feverishly on a hammering pulse point.

You moan something out that you can't understand or hear because you're underwater, but you can feel the vibrations of your throat humming lowly.

Brittany's hands move to your inner thigh, where she is rubbing small circles with her thumb, so close to your throbbing sex.

"Nap times over!" Brittany trembles, and you stare at her confusedly. She isn't making any sense.

Brittany reaches her gaze with yours after coming up from marking you as her own and she moves her hand back in the water, creating a powerful wave about to crash into you.

Your brows furrow and before you can do anything-

"AHHHH!"

You sit up rapidly in your bed at the pillow that just hit your face, and you take in your surroundings. You breathe heavily as you frantically shift your gaze around the cabin.

You breathe deeply in and then out. Just a dream.

"Good thing Quinn and Rachel weren't in here. You were moaning my name," Brittany snickers while hopping down from her bunk across from you and walking towards Quinn's cot. She lifts herself onto the cot so that she is now standing level to your eyes and rests her hands along the wooden railing, watching you contently.

You feel your cheeks and the tips of your ears tinge a deep red at her words. Were you really moaning Brittany?

Fuck.

Brittany giggles lightly at you. "You talk in your sleep, you know that?"

All of the blood runs from your face.

"Uhhh…I…. how…much of that d-did you hear?" Your voice falters and you stare wide-eyed at the playful blonde in front of you.

Brittany swings her body back and smiles widely to herself and it kind of makes you envious of her that she can tease you like this and act so collected and you're here blubbering like an idiot.

"I heard evvvverything." Brittany drags out the v and swings back towards you before lifting on her tippy toes to kiss you sweetly on the nose. You scrunch it in response and bury your head in the pillow, that Brittany threw on you, in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.

"Awww San, no It's cute. I'm actually really flattered that you think so highly of me that I glow in the water," Brittany states nonchalantly with raised eyebrows, mocking you.

You grasp the pillow and swing it to hit her jokingly on the head. She laughs and grabs your wrist when you try to take another swing. Carefully, she heaves her body over the railing and once again, you're impressed at how strong she is.

She's still holding your wrist while she moves to lie on top of you so that your boobs are pressed together. She leans down to collide her lips softly to yours before lightly breaking from the kiss and just lying on top of you. You timidly brush your fingers through her hair as she buries her head deeper into your chest.

You're smiling like an idiot.

It's weird how comfortable you feel with Brittany and how comfortable Brittany seems to feel around you. It's almost as if you've known each other and have been friends forever. No, more than friends.

Girlfriends.

The word makes your heart flutter and your smile extend to your ears.

But you two have been inseparable ever since your dance. You're like magnets, and you've never experienced anything like the pull that you feel towards Brittany. You've felt the awkward and uncomfortable repel of your past "relationships" (hookups) though and this is just the opposite.

Which is pretty damn terrifying.

You think back to when Sam kissed you and how your body literally repelled like the magnets with the same poles, the ones that won't go together no matter how much you force them to. At some point, if you try really hard, you can make them touch, but they never touch by themselves. And they never, ever stay together. But with two magnets of different poles, the ones that are attracted to each other, sometimes they will find each other without any assistance at all. That's what you feel with Brittany.

Effortlessness.

You don't need to force yourself to have these feelings for her, and you're never wishing that they are real, like forcing two magnets together of the same pole. You don't have to force anything because the feelings are genuine. You finally understand what people are talking about, when they talk about love.

You close your eyes and breathe in Brittany's hair as she fiddles with a hair band around your wrist and you find yourself smiling wider at how this is all real. How the fuck is this all real? You kind of feel like you're still sleeping.

"Brittany, is that you up there?" You and Brittany both lift your heads at the sudden intruder.

Rachel is standing in the doorway, her voice quivering and her knees shaking. She seems…shocked. Her eyes are wide with fear and her face is blank with disbelief. She doesn't even notice the position that you and Brittany are in.

Brittany lies back down on top of you and you would object, but at this point, with Rachel so off and you loving Brittany so close to you, you don't protest. "Rachel… is…is everything okay? You look a little… not well," Brittany states, observing the petite brunette through the wooden bars of the railing.

Rachel comes to sit down on her bed and Brittany immediately sits up to get a better look at the girl. You groan in annoyance before you too lift up and you immediately stop your groans of frustration when you see Rachel.

She has her head down, and she's rubbing her eyes with her hands, propping her head up.

"Rachel?" You ask, your lips parted a little in confusion.

"She's okay... but I just feel like it was my falt." Rachel struggles to compose herself as she weeps through broken hiccups.

"What happened?" Brittany asks lightly. Rachel turns up to look directly at you and you see the puffy redness in her eyes.

Your stomach drops and you can feel a lump forming in your throat because you have the feeling that you know who Rachel is talking about.

"Quinn's gone."

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