"Hey guys, you've been a really great crowd. I've got a couple more songs for you tonight, thanks for having me! I couldn't be happier sharing the stage with this amazing Queen tonight. Ok, here we go."

You turn your head and shoot a wink at the wings, where you know I'm hiding. I've been watching your show, your very first ever tour, from the wings with the stage managers, roadies and crew and loving every single second.

You are a star, baby.

You smile and the band starts up a song that I would recognize anywhere now and I understand your message loud and clear. When the first notes to Valerie hit my ears, I can't stop the smile from spreading across my face and I have to bounce up and down on my heels to distract myself from running out to you.

Because, baby, even when it's your special night, when it's all about you, you're including me.

You've been including me this whole time, from the beginning when you manager called you to tell you about the tour while we were naked, to the time when you got me the audition for The Queen's dance crew, to the time when you asked me to help you plan your set list, your physical set, your outfits.

Every single step of the way you've included me, taken my hand in yours and asked me to walk beside you, asked me to witness every second of your dream coming true.

And I know, I know deep in your bones, that having me, having me next to you, having me in your bed, having me in your life, that's your dream, too.

Watching you this whole time has been exhilarating. You're magnetic on stage, you come alive in a new and different way and I'm so drawn to you. There's a fire in you that is so, so attractive and the way you're owning and commanding the stage has me sweating. When you reach my favorite part of the song, you bop over to the side of the stage where you know I'm watching and shoot me a playful wink as you interact with the crowd a little bit.

My heart beats wildly for you.

And when you finish and transition into your last song, your hit single, I swoon even more. It's our song. It's the song you wrote from my poem; some of those are my words. The crowd loves it, singing along and your smile is so, so bright, Santana.

It's an out of body experience for me, hearing a crowd full of people sing words I wrote. Words I wrote to you. Words that cannot even begin to capture the depth of my feelings for you.

I don't even realize I'm crying until I feel the tears drip down off my chin. And when you bound off stage, a flurry of happiness, excitement, life, and jump into my arms, I still can't believe what just happened, that this is real life. You start laughing and crying, too, wiping my tears away with your hands before you lean down and crash our lips together.

Our kiss is fierce, heated, layered.

It's everything words wouldn't be able to express.

And when you pull away and tilt my head up to meet your eyes, bouncing and sparkling with unbridled joy, I have to laugh as well.

"Baby…" I kiss you again, needing to feel your lips, needing you too feel all the pride and admiration I have for you. "Santana that was… that was amazing. That was whatever is better than amazing, amazing is such a stupid word."

You giggle again and continue to look at me, the smile on your face not moving, and I feel so connected to you in this moment.

"Hey, Brittany… we need you for last minute warm ups and costume." Frank the roadie's voice breaks me out of our quiet.

I answer without breaking eye contact with you, I need to still breathe you in, and "Ok…I'll be right there."

You kiss me again, short and sweet, but so full of feeling.

"I'm so, so, proud of you, baby."

"Britt…."

"No, let me compliment you."

"I know you're proud of me, though."

"Doesn't mean it hurts to say it, sweetie."

"You need to go…I don't want to get in trouble for keeping the star dancer from her prep."

I can feel my cheeks redden at your words, "Babe…"

"Stop it, you know you're good."

"I warmed up before the show so I could watch you. I just need to stretch a little bit again and throw my first costume on…. I didn't want to miss a second of you."

"Put me down, B… go get your sexy dance on."

I reluctantly set you back down on the floor, pecking your lips again and turning away quickly before I change my mind. The thought of you watching from the wings warming my insides more than stretching ever could.

You come and kiss me quickly again before I have to run on stage for the start of my half of the show. Dancing with this crew has been an incredible experience and I've learned so much from these dancers and these choreographers. It was one of the reasons the company agreed to let me go, loan me out, knowing that I'd bring prestige to the company, possibly more members, and definitely more opportunities for this in the future.

I lose myself in the music, in the beats, in the counts, in the way my body, our bodies move together to bring the show to life. Nothing is able to break me out of the trance of movement until I hear your voice join The Queen's on the hook of one of her hits, taking over for the artist who sings that part on the single.

I see you bound up on stage and smile at her, your outfit completely different than before, black leather pants hugging every curve, your eyes alight with a fire I can see from here and baby, I swear I lose my footing. When my steps bring me up closer to you, I catch your eye and the look there makes me weak in the knees.

This, dancing up here with you, sharing eye contact with you, feeling my body buzzing with you, with this whole crowd of people oblivious that it's my name you call out when you come, makes me dizzy.

You look so, so, sexy baby.

I don't know how you kept this a secret from me, pulled off the surprise, but I am so, so glad you did. The feeling I'm feeling in my chest right now is so worth it.

And I'm so glad that we're in a hotel tonight before getting back on the bus tomorrow. I can't wait to get you alone.

It continues on like that for the rest of your time on the tour. Before you join The Queen on stage, before you join me on stage, you sing to me. Every night you sing a different cover song, always one for me, some are favorites of mine and some I can tell are songs that make you think of me when you hear them. Every night you shoot a glance backstage to where I am before you start, and every night I swoon.

You never tell me what you're singing that night not matter how much I ask you, or try to get it from you; you just wait for me to hear it.

The time you sing a stripped down version of Mine, a song I had confessed was a guilty pleasure to you on one of our first dates, I can feel the tears streaming off my face. Never had I ever thought that song could sound so beautiful, so haunting. It's so fitting after the argument we had the previous night.

The next night it's Whitney Houston, and when you sing about wanting to dance with somebody, I wonder if the flutter in my heart might kill me. Later that night when you come back out to sing with The Queen, I can feel the fire between us.

When you pull out Just Like Heaven on the night before my birthday I know that anything you manage to give me the next night, a night the tour has off, will pale in comparison. Unless, of course, it's you.

You serenade me with everything from Drake, to Adele, to Michael Jackson (one of my all time, absolute, favorite songs to dance to), to Katy Perry, to Alicia Keys to Kesha to Neko Case to oldies and standards, everything and anything, pretty much anything you and your musical genius have come up with. And every night I think I might burst from how much my heart aches with all this love I have for you.

On your last night with the tour, when we're both saddened that your leg is ending but mine is continuing on, taking me away from you again, you sit down with just your piano and address the crowd. "Thank you, Columbus! You've been wonderful to me! This tour has been incredible and a real dream come true and I'm so glad for every second I've been able to share the stage with this amazing woman. I have a couple more tunes for you tonight, but I thought I'd shake things up a bit. I've done a cover song at every show, never the same one, but always a song close to my heart. Well, this song, this song has held a very special place in my heart for a long time. The first time I heard it, the lyrics brought tears to my eyes. I knew that anytime I'd ever sing it for or dedicate it to someone, that someone would be beyond special to me. Beyond anything that I could ever think of, beyond anything words would be able to describe. That's why I never have before, not until tonight."

You pause and take a deep breath, looking over at me and finding my eyes, even through the harsh lights.

"That someone is here with me tonight, on my last night on this tour and I'm so happy for that. So, my love, this… this is for you."

And the soft piano fills my ears.

And your powerful voice, always so soulful, starts hushed and quiet.

And I see the love on your face, and the softness of your eyes.

And I hear the words that you're singing.

And I love you, I love you, I love you, like never before.

A/N: as always thank you for all the reviews! Your words mean so much to me, this fandom means so much to me, I'm so so glad to be here. I came up with Just Like Heaven weeks ago when it was playing non stop at work... pretty interested to see if the speculation is correct!