A/N: Thanks as always for all your wonderful and heartfelt comments, it really helps me a lot to write this story! And as always thanks to my dear beta who will never get rid of me :)
We're still in the middle of our fluffy bucket journey and I hope you guys are enjoying the little break from all the angst (I know that I do...) xoxo!
Chapter 9
She first looked at herself in the mirror, then at her watch, then back at her reflection.
"Do we really need the leather gloves, Brit?" Santana asked her best friend who was still busy throwing a bunch of things into her black backpack.
"Do you want to leave fingerprints, San?" Brittany asked, not waiting for an answer. "Of course we need them!"
Santana frowned, straightening her tight black sweatshirt over her equally tight and black leggings. Her hair was held back in a strict ponytail, her makeup was dark – for dramatic flair. Brittany had suggested wearing Catwoman masks, but Santana had told her this might be going a step too far.
It was 2 a.m. and the streets were empty when the two friends stepped out of the house, careful not to make any noise in the hallway. Brittany was about to walk straight to her car when Santana grabbed her arm, raising an eyebrow.
"You insist on wearing leather gloves but then you want to take the car? Where do you want to park it without being noticed? In the garage? Just switch it for the bus and leave it there until we come back?"
Brittany's eyes widened as she took in Santana's words and Santana had to chuckle.
"You're cute."
The way wasn't too far so Brittany and Santana walked, shivering a little in the cool November air. Even though they had spent every day together in the past two weeks, planning to steal the school bus tonight had been rather spontaneous. Brittany had suddenly insisted that they do it tonight, and since Santana was still trying to convince her friend that she shouldn't commit any crimes and possibly get in trouble for this stupid wish – Brittany had insisted.
Santana couldn't help but think that they probably should have waited with this particular wish until the very end because it would be hard to finish the bucket list in jail – but once again all Brittany would say about this was "trust me".
And Santana did trust her. She always had. Even if she hadn't always been honest with Brittany.
They finally arrived at the huge garage where the school buses were kept and Santana swallowed. This was a bad idea, wasn't it?
"How are we gonna get in, Brit? Do you have anything in your bag to crack open locks? Should we break a window? Wait in the bushes until someone magically shows up and unlocks the gate?"
"Umm..." Brittany mumbled, chewing on her bottom lip. "Let me handle that..."
She started running to the other side of the garage, leaving Santana stunned and speechless for a moment.
"Hey!" Santana hissed, half yelling, half whispering. "You can't leave me here!"
She tried to keep up with her friend but Brittany was much faster than her and Santana quickly felt out of breath. When she finally arrived at the garage's backside, Brittany was holding a window open, smiling triumphantly.
"How on earth did you do that?" Santana queried, giving Brittany a dubious side glance.
Her friend gave her a wink, not saying anything as she climbed through the rather small window, jumping off its edge. She landed safely on her feet, grinning as she turned around and held her arms open.
"Jump, San! I'll catch you" she yelled, smiling as she heard her own voice echoing from the walls of the huge hall.
Santana still looked dubious but finally let out a sigh as she let her body slide off the edge of the window, jumping and … landing right in Brittany's arms.
They stumbled a little backwards when Santana's feet hit the ground, but Brittany had her arms wrapped securely around her. They were standing like that for a moment, smiling shyly, when Brittany finally let Santana go of her embrace.
"That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"I can't believe we're doing this..." Santana mumbled, though she had to admit this whole experience was rather thrilling. Pretty much exactly how she had always pictured it.
To be honest, Santana had always expected herself to be the one plotting this adventure, but as it turned out, her best friend was – once again – full of surprises.
Santana looked around the hall, examining the five big yellow buses with a smirk.
"So, which one is it gonna be?" she asked slowly, taking a step closer to one of the vehicles.
"I think this one looks - "
"That one!" Brittany interrupted her, heading straight to the bus standing on the very right of the hall.
"Uh, okay..." Santana agreed, following her ex who had already opened the passenger's door to hop inside. Brittany held out her hand to help Santana climb into the bus next to her and they both stared at the steering wheel – a little helplessly.
"I think we need to start the engine, San..." Brittany pondered and Santana nodded. She probably should have made a quick google or youtube crash course on how to start a car without keys...
"Two of my cousins are in jail for stealing cars, I guess it can't be that hard..." Santana commented out loud, looking underneath the steering wheel, trying to remove the plastic shield that was protecting the electronics.
"All we have to do is play a bit with the wires to cause a short circuit and voilà, this baby will be ours..."
Brittany was staring at Santana, worried and nervous as she was chewing on her lower lip.
"San...?"
"Hm?"
"Isn't this, like, … dangerous? What if you get electrocuted?"
"Nah" Santana replied casually, waving her off as she took the wires in her hands, kneeling in the buses' foot well. She was just about to put the two ends together when Brittany grabbed her shoulder.
"Stop!" she yelled, her skin paler than usual.
"What, Brit?" Santana asked a little annoyed. "How do you want to get this thing out of here? Push it? Steal a few horses and turn this into a big yellow carriage?"
She loved Brittany but they could forget the whole thing if they didn't get this engine running very soon.
"That'd be really cute..." Brittany smiled. "But no, we could just..." She cleared her throat, putting her hand into the pocket of her jacket. "... we could just take the... uh... key?"
Santana stared at her like a deer in the headlights, then frowned.
"What's that, Brit? Where did you get those?" she asked, her gaze drilling into the woman next to her.
"I... kind of... um... found them?"
Santana shook her head.
"You're the worst liar ever, Brit. Seriously. Where did you get them?"
Brittany sighed.
"I talked the owner into lending me one for today. That's why it couldn't be any other day, because the school's on a holiday trip..."
Brittany looked guilty, not meeting Santana's eyes. "Are you mad?"
"Brit..." Santana started, not able to hold back a sigh. "You could have told me... did he also leave the window open for you?"
Brittany nodded before clearing her throat, shifting awkwardly. "I wanted it to look like we really stole it, San..." she pouted. "...but I also didn't want you to get arrested... or fried" she added, pointing at the wires.
"I can't believe they actually let you borrow a bus though..." Santana told her, shaking her head. "That's crazy, what did you pay them?"
"Nothing" Brittany replied casually. "I can be very persuasive." She shrugged.
For a moment Santana was worried Brittany might have, well, impressed the guy with her female charms, cringing uncomfortably at the image... but then another thought hit her.
She had been honest, hadn't she? Brittany hated lying. She had probably told those people that it was the last wish of her dying friend and they had pitied her, right? This was no bus stealing adventure, this was a goddamn pity party. A charity event.
Santana felt a lump in her throat, staring through the windshield, lost in thought.
"You really are mad..." Brittany stated sadly and Santana felt her insides turn mushy at the sound of her friend's tiny and sad voice. At the sight of her blue eyes getting teary.
Oh my god, how could she even consider complaining about this? How could she? Brittany had arranged a goddamn school bus for her and they were about to go on a freaking road trip! And Santana didn't even know for sure how Brittany had gotten the keys. And she didn't want to know because it didn't matter. What mattered was that the woman she loved was about to drive into the sunrise with her in a giant yellow bus and they would spend the whole day together.
Santana sighed, shaking her head as the smile returned to her lips.
"No, Brit. I'm not mad. I think you're amazing... and we're still pretty badass for doing this. I've never driven a bus and I'm not sure I can do it..."
"I can do it!" Brittany offered happily. "And you take the map and give me directions. You know I find maps confusing, we'd probably never get there with switched roles."
"Sounds good" Santana grinned. "I'll open the gate. Get that thing started!"
Brittany smiled, trying to push the key into the ignition lock. She pushed again... and again... but nothing happened.
"It doesn't fit!" Brittany whined, looking frustrated.
Santana tried it herself, quickly realizing that this was, indeed, not the right key.
"Hm, bummer..." Santana mumbled, "sure we're in the right bus?"
"He said 'take the one on the very left'" Brittany pouted and Santana had to chuckle.
"Come on" she said, smiling as she took Brittany's hand in hers. "Let's try the bus on the other left."
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Santana knew they had a long way ahead of them. At least eight hours of driving.
The sun was already visible on the horizon and Brittany had been driving for three hours straight now. At first it had been a little bumpy, but Brittany soon got used to the big vehicle. She looked rather tiny behind the huge steering wheel and Santana couldn't help but smile at the image next to her.
Brittany had removed her ponytail so her blonde hair was waving lightly in the cool breeze coming into the bus through the opened windows. The radio signal was bad so they were listening to one of the old mixed tapes they had found in a small box under the seat.
Sheryl Crow's 'If it makes you happy' was currently playing and Santana closed her eyes for a moment, sitting back comfortably in her passenger's seat, breathing in the fresh air and casually putting up her feet on the dashboard in front of her.
If it makes you happy it can't be that bad – true.
If spending time with Brittany on the road in a more or less stolen bus in the early morning hours was making her happy, then nothing could be that bad, right? Because it didn't matter how much time they would have left as long as she felt as carefree as she was feeling right in this moment.
Santana turned around, reaching for the black backpack to get out a drink, handing Brittany a can as well.
"San, I think we're running out of gas..." Brittany stated after while, sipping on her lemonade.
"Then we better find a gas station" Santana smiled, deciding to change into some other shirt she had brought with her. She figured two girls, alone, showing up in entirely black clothes with a big bus might make a few people suspicious.
"I'll get out of this smooth criminal outfit" she told Brittany, getting up from her seat to change a little further in the back.
Just as she had removed the black top and was standing there wearing only a bra, she thought she could feel Brittany's gaze on her. She risked a short glance over her shoulder, meeting Brittany's eyes in the rear-view mirror.
"Focus on the road, please" Santana smirked, causing a rosy blush to creep on Brittany's cheeks.
Santana tried to play it down, to be flirty, but she had to admit that Brittany watching her change made her feel slightly uncomfortable. Not because she didn't trust her or didn't love her, simply because her body didn't make her feel confident about herself anymore.
No one had touched her since their breakup, no one had looked at her except for her doctors. No one else had laid eyes on what Santana had to see every morning in the mirror: a thin, sick, and unattractive woman.
The thought of Brittany possibly finding her undesirable made her want to disappear.
Hell, even Santana herself wouldn't desire this new version of her. She knew exactly how pretty and attractive she used to be, had always known how to be flirty and confident... but none of that attitude was left. She hadn't even touched herself in months, often too disgusted by her own condition or too numb from her medication.
Santana felt relieved when Brittany finally spotted a small gas station at the side of the road, waking her up from her depressing line of thought as she parked the bus right next to the gas pump.
Brittany quickly changed into a normal outfit as well while Santana tried to figure out where the gas cap was located.
"Well well well..." she suddenly heard the voice of an elderly man who had popped up right behind her. Wrinkly. Gray mustache. Jeans. Flannel shirt. Boots.
"What are you two young ladies doing here in the early morning hours, all alone in an ol' school bus?" he asked her with a strong southern accent.
Brittany peeked out of the bus.
"We stole it..." she whispered proudly, causing the man to frown and twirl his mustache around his finger.
Santana's eyes widened before she quickly started shaking her head.
"We didn't, actually, so no need to call the cops."
"Uh huh..." the man muttered, walking back to the small shop where he sold drinks and snacks.
Santana tried to focus on filling the tank with gas but as much as she tried to fight it, she felt dizzy. This often happened when she hadn't laid down for a while or when she had to handle unusual or exciting situations. She kept her eyes on the gas pump, fighting against her blurry vision. The pain in her upper stomach was becoming almost unbearable, heat wave after heat wave shaking through her body.
"Are you okay? San?" She heard Brittany's voice as if it were coming from miles away from her.
"Santana?"
"Yeah... I'm... I think I need to use the bathroom" she stuttered, before throwing up right next to the bus.
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Santana's head was lying on Brittany's lap on a couch in the back of the gas station. Brittany was stroking her hair, looking at her tired friend. She felt terrible, scared, guilty. It was too much for her, wasn't it? She had underestimated Santana's disease and it made her feel sick to see her like that.
"Want some more water?" the elderly man asked Santana, a concerned look on his face as he sat down on a chair beside them. His name was Joe.
"Thank you" Brittany replied as she took the bottle from him, helping Santana to take a sip.
"It'll be okay. I'm fine. I just feel a little nauseous sometimes..." Santana assured them, still looking pale. "Will you get me my meds?"
Brittany nodded. She knew she didn't need to tell Santana what she really felt. How much it terrified her. Everything.
She watched Santana swallow each pill, studied her face to make out if she were in pain. Santana's features were tense but she brought out a smile. Always the tough one.
"We can go back, San. We can call a doctor. I don't know, I'm sure there are doctors around here, we -"
"No." Santana interrupted her. "I'm good, Brit. I'm good. We're not gonna go home."
"Okay..." Brittany whispered, her gaze dropping as Santana got up from her lap.
"I'd like to use the restroom... clean up a little..." Santana mumbled. "Then we can go on."
"It's right outside, the little blue cabin," Joe told her. "Want me to show it to ya?"
"I got it."
Joe cleared his throat.
"So what is this road trip all about, if you don't mind me asking? I've worked at this godforsaken gas station for over 35 years but never have I met two pretty young women alone in a school bus..." he asked Brittany when Santana was out of the room, cracking open a beer. What time was it? 8 a.m.?
"We're on our way to Copperhill, Tennessee" she told him. "It was her... her birthday wish" Brittany lied, not meeting the man's eyes.
Joe nodded slowly, scratching the stubbles on his chin.
"Cancer is a bitch" he finally said and Brittany started choking on her water.
"What do you mean?" she asked confused, immediately wondering if the man was psychic or a wizard.
"Sweetheart, it's not hard to see that your friend is sick... I lost my dear Carol to that son-of-a-bitch of a disease and let me tell ya, if god really exists, he and I are gonna have a serious talk if I ever get to meet him."
Brittany swallowed. She hoped Santana would stay in the bathroom for a little while longer because she was pretty sure she wouldn't approve of this kind of conversation.
"I... I'm sorry about your wife..." she whispered.
"Thanks. You know, life isn't fair. But we have to make the best of it. I know she's in a better place now."
He took another sip of his beer, stretching his legs.
"I think it's great that you two are doing what you feel like doing, ya know? What's the point in sitting at home and feeling sorry for yourself when you can go out and enjoy the day. Yeah, the world can be an ugly place, but there's a lot more than that. If I could turn back time, I'd do all kinds of crazy things with Carol. Go camping in the wilderness, make love to her under the stars, ya know?"
Brittany nodded, a smile tugging on her lips.
"And you, kiddo..." he said, his voice more serious. "You're gonna be all right. You're young."
Brittany gave him a dubious look.
"Look at me, I'm an old fart, but I'm not sad or feeling sorry for myself. I got to spend so many years of my life married to the woman I love, and I know she's not really gone. It doesn't feel like she's gone. I still talk to her and it still feels like she's listening. And I'm pretty damn sure I'll see her again, sooner or later."
"But she's too young to... to..."
"I know" Joe told Brittany, not waiting for her to say the word. "I know, kiddo. And I'm sorry. But you two are gonna make the best of it. She seems like a tough young woman to me. She's not gonna leave you without fighting. She's gonna stay with you for as long as she can, and you're gonna have a hell of a good time. A time you'll always remember. Something that no one can ever take away from you."
Brittany nodded again, quickly brushing away the tears from her cheeks as she heard Santana's footsteps in the hallway.
Then the door swung open.
"I'm ready if you are..." Santana stated as she came back inside and Brittany quickly got up, placing a quick kiss on Joe's cheek.
"Thank you" she whispered, giving the man a smile before heading to the door.
Joe walked with them to their bus, handing them two cans of beer as they climbed back into the vehicle.
"On the house" he told them with a grin. "Have a good trip. Oh, and just follow the road signs to Chattanooga, that's the quickest way!"
Santana nodded as she took the cans, thanking him for his help.
Brittany could still see Joe in the rear-view mirror as he stood there, watching them with a smile on his lips until the school bus was finally out of sight.
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Brittany had told Santana she could sleep for a while to regain some energy. Santana had tried to argue at first, but Brittany had told her that Chattanooga was a funny word she wouldn't forget, so it wouldn't be too hard to follow the road signs by herself for a while.
And Brittany was proud of herself. They had been on the road for almost six hours already and it couldn't take that much longer to finally get to Copperhill.
Santana looked peaceful as she slept and Brittany was glad that most of the color had returned to her friend's cheeks.
The mixed tape was playing some old Patsy Cline song – even though Brittany didn't know it was actually Patsy Cline singing – and the country music fitted the landscape around them perfectly.
Bright rays of sunlight were tickling her nose, yet Brittany thought she could hear the sound of thunder a few miles away. She took a look over her shoulder, realizing that there were, in fact, some thick black clouds in the sky behind them and for a minute she felt thankful that they were driving a bus and not riding a motorcycle.
Brittany's mind went back to the list and all the things they were still about to do. She was smiling at the thought of making a few of the more difficult wishes come true. It was a little like playing fairy godmother.
The thunder seemed to be getting closer and Brittany looked at Santana again, hoping that the growling sounds wouldn't wake her up. She needed the rest. Maybe she could manage the whole way by herself. Santana would be happy to realize they had already arrived at their destination when she woke up.
When raindrops started landing on her windshield though, Brittany felt a short wave of panic , having no clue how to turn on the wipers. She pressed a few buttons, shifted a few levers, but all she managed to accomplish was enabling the heater and the long distance light.
She let out a frustrated groan, deciding it was safer to take a quick stop at the side of the road until the shower had passed, not wanting to put them in any danger.
Santana still hadn't woken up when Brittany parked the bus and let her head rest on the window next to her to watch the raindrops smash against the glass.
She was looking outside, lost in thought, when suddenly...
"San?" she yelled, poking her friend. "San, wake up!"
Santana moaned a little, slowly opening her eyes.
"What happened?" she asked confused. "Are we there yet?"
"Not quite yet..."
"Did we get lost?"
"No, San, get up!"
Santana was wiping the sleep out of her eyes, staring at her friend who had pushed the door open, hopping right into the rain.
"Are you insane? You're gonna get a cold" Santana told her, frowning. "Come back inside."
"No, Santana, come outside! Just do it!"
Santana sighed, shaking her head as she opened the passenger's door and stepped out in the cool November rain.
"And now?" she asked Brittany, a little impatiently. "It's raining. Great."
"Turn around!" Brittany ordered and Santana did just that. Then she spotted it. The huge rainbow. Double rainbow even. Brittany thought she could see Santana blush.
They were in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by corn fields. On their left the sun was shining brightly, on the right the sky was painted in a dark gray, almost black. In front of the dark clouds the giant rainbow was shining in all its beautiful colors. It looked amazing.
Already now their clothes were soaked, but Brittany didn't notice it anymore. She looked at Santana who kept staring at the rainbow, then turned around to meet her eyes.
"It's... um. It's a rainbow, San."
"Yeah..." Santana cleared her throat. "Yeah, I can see that."
Brittany was kicking some small stones away with her foot, looking at the grass underneath her feet. She shrugged.
"Well... I mean... You said you wanted to... you said you wanted a kiss."
Santana nodded slowly, biting her lower lip.
"I guess that's what I said."
"I... I'm sorry..." Brittany stuttered.
"Sorry about what?" Santana whispered.
"That I'm the only one around right now... You can of course wait for another rainbow... with somebody else, I mean, I don't expect you to... I don't know if you want to... like... maybe some other day..."
Santana closed her eyes, shaking her head as she smiled.
"Shut up" she told her, her eyes teary as she opened them again. "Shut up, Brit."
Brittany felt the heart pump faster in her chest as she saw Santana walk over to her. Her hair was wet, just like her own, thick raindrops running down her skin. Her brown eyes looked a little darker than usual as they were drilling into her blue ones.
Then their faces were only inches apart.
For a second Brittany thought she could see Santana hesitate, could sense how nervous she was, but a moment later it was all forgotten.
A moment later everything felt right.
Santana's lips were on her own, softly at first, brushing lightly against hers. Brittany pulled away a little, searching Santana's eyes again for confirmation. Saw the smile on her lips. Saw the relief. The happiness.
And then their lips touched again, and it felt as if nothing had changed. As if they had never broken up. As if they had only been apart for a longer vacation and one of them finally returned home.
All the waiting. All those months. All those nights.
Brittany parted her lips, instinctively, catching her breath as she felt the tip of Santana's tongue against her own. She had missed this taste so much. This feeling. Everything about her.
She could feel Santana's hand in her hair, could feel her stroke some wet strands out of her face. A small gesture that made her heart beat even faster.
This was it. She knew it. This was the moment that changed everything. After this kiss she wouldn't be able to go back. Santana would be hers again because she knew Santana felt it too. She had to.
Santana's hand was on her neck now, pulling her closer as they deepened the kiss, their bodies pressed impossibly close together in their entirely soaked clothes in the cold rain underneath the rainbow. Their rainbow.
Brittany's eyes were pressed shut and she felt like never opening them again. It was one of those rare moments in life that you didn't want to end. One of these moments that felt as if someone had lifted a terribly heavy weight off your shoulders that you had forgotten you were carrying all these months because you had gotten so used to it.
She never wanted to get used to it again. She never wanted to be without those kisses again.
"I missed you" she gasped as they interrupted the kiss for a second. "I missed you so much. I can't tell you how much."
Santana shook her head, smiling. "Me too" she whispered. "Me too."
Brittany took off her jacket, wrapping it around Santana as she kissed her once more, smiling against her mouth as she pressed her lips on hers. She lifted her off the ground, twirling her around a little, not once breaking the kiss.
Santana was so light. Brittany thought she could probably carry her all the way to Copperhill.
She had no idea how long they had been kissing, with the jacket held over their heads like a tent. They only stopped when Brittany could feel Santana shiver in her embrace.
"We should get back inside and warm up. I found the button for the heater" Brittany stated smiling, her forehead leaning against Santana's.
"Brit?"
"Hmmm?" Brittany sighed happily.
"Brit we forgot to take a picture... for the book."
Brittany pulled away a little, giving Santana a playful grin.
"Such a shame... what are we gonna do about that?"
Santana smiled, laughed even, her eyes glowing.
"I'd say you better get that camera out here and we, you know, repeat the whole thing. Just for the picture of course."
Brittany smiled brightly, not letting go of Santana's hand.
"Whatever the lady commands."
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The whole rest of the way they couldn't stop smiling.
Santana's hand was resting on Brittany's leg, her thumb casually stroking it as she looked out of the window and enjoyed the view.
They didn't talk much because there wasn't much to say – enjoying each other's presence like this, with the taste of the other one still lingering on their lips was enough.
When they finally saw the Copperhill road sign, Brittany let out an excited squeak.
"We made it, San! We actually made it. We're so good!" she chanted, squeezing Santana's hand a little harder.
"You are good, Brit. I slept for a few hours and you made it all on your own" Santana smiled.
Brittany blushed. Santana made her feel so good about herself. She was one of the few people in her life who had always believed in her.
It was almost 11 o'clock, definitely time for a late breakfast or brunch. Since it was a regular work day, the small town didn't seem too crowded, so they found a parking lot that was big enough to park the bus and started looking for a nice little diner.
They walked along the streets hand in hand and Brittany eagerly took in her surroundings. It was a beautiful day, no more signs of rain, and Santana Lopez was beside her, their fingers entangled.
It didn't take long for them to find a nice little café where they enjoyed some toast and eggs with a warm cup of coffee and Brittany knew that this was what she wanted. This. For the rest of her life. Go out for breakfast with the gorgeous woman in front of her.
The cancer felt unreal. Like a bad memory of a stupid nightmare.
Right now it didn't feel as if anything were about to change. It felt like the start of something great, not like the beginning of the end. As if they had all the time in the world.
After having finished their brunch they continued their little walk, full and satisfied, until they finally spotted what they had been looking for. The reason for this whole trip.
"There it is!" Santana told Brittany. "Exciting!" she added with a wink.
On the street in front of them was a long blue line painted on the asphalt. The official border between Georgia and Tennessee.
They smiled as they reached the line, following it all the way until they reached a long bridge with a big green sign in front of it: Ga. / Tenn. State Line – At this steel bridge the Toccoa River becomes the Ocoee River
Brittany looked at Santana and grinned.
"We're gonna be in two places at once and above two different rivers at the same time, San. How awesome is that, hm?"
"Very awesome" Santana agreed, nodding. "Come on!"
Santana tugged at Brittany's arm, dragging her with her as she started running towards the bridge.
Brittany giggled, following her with fast steps until they were standing on the middle of the bridge, looking down at the water.
"Got the cam?" Brittany asked and Santana smiled, quickly getting out the Polaroid.
"Know what I think?" she added.
"What do you think?"
"It'd be even better if we kissed in two places at once..." Brittany told her, biting her lower lip with a shy grin.
Santana had to laugh.
"Oh, I like the sound of that" she told her before holding up the camera in front of them.
Brittany closed her eyes, sighing contently as Santana's lips found hers. Click.
She made a mental note in her head to scratch out the points on the list as soon they got back to the car.
N° 3 – Steal a school bus – Check.
N°4 – Kiss underneath a rainbow – Check.
N°5 – Kiss in two places at once – Check.