A/N: I know exactly nothing about guitars. I did a quick google search and came up with a basic idea of what I needed.
Also, Our Lady of the Sweet Kiss is an actual church in Petra. I felt the need to include it.
This chapter is exceptionally long. I just didn't see a good point to cut it.
Rated M for sexy times
TW: Homophobic content
xoxoxoxoxo
Chapter 11 – Molyvos, Petra
Santana woke early the next morning under a Brittany blanket. Brittany had somehow managed to roll on top of Santana, covering most of Santana's body with her own.
Santana lightly tickled her fingers up and down Brittany's back while peppering her with kisses wherever she could reach. Brittany woke slowly, leaned up on her elbows and blinked lazily.
"How'd you get under me?"
"I don't know but I don't really mind."
Brittany smiled and leaned down to kiss Santana. The kiss started off slow and gentle before becoming deeper and more passionate. Santana caught Brittany off-guard and flipped them so Santana was on top. Brittany's eyes were dark, pupils blown. Seeing Brittany's arousal spurred Santana on as she kissed Britt fiercely; her ardor and intensity matched by Brittany's.
She kissed along Brittany's jawline and down her neck to her throat, suckling at the pulse point there before moving along Britt's collarbone to the base of her neck and nipping at Brittany's sweet spot. She bit and suckled, marking Brittany then soothing the bruises with soft swipes of her tongue. She moved down Brittany's body, leaving open mouthed kisses down her breastbone, tonguing under her breasts, circling one nipple, then the other before finally capturing one full breast in her mouth, tugging at the nipple with her teeth and laving it with her tongue. Brittany was squirming beneath her, panting heavily, and running her hands through Santana's hair, pulling it free of its braid.
"Oh, damn, Santana … ungh …"
Santana continued ministering to Brittany's breast as her hand kneaded the other one, tugging lightly at that nipple. Then she switched, giving the opposite breast equal time and attention. Her free hand had been skating up and down Brittany's side; caressing her hip, squeezing her ass, tickling her outer thigh.
Brittany was squirming and bucking, trying to find some friction but Santana was straddling her so there was nothing to rub against. Santana took her time, never breaking eye contact. She kissed down Brittany's body; tonguing her abs, dipping her tongue into Britt's belly button. Her fingers danced along Brittany's inner thigh as her free hand still kneaded Brittany's breast. She kissed Brittany's mound, her tongue snaking out just enough to taste the juices that had gathered between Brittany's legs. She kissed along each crease of her thighs, tongue darting out to tease as Britt's body shook with arousal.
Santana finally settled herself between Brittany's thighs. She inhaled Brittany's scent and was immediately intoxicated by it. Her nose bumped against Brittany's clit as she kissed Brittany's lower lips before parting the folds with her tongue and running it up Brittany's slit to her clit, circling the swollen bud before flicking it with her tongue. Brittany arched hard into Santana's mouth.
"Oh, god, San, please, baby … stop teasing." Brittany looked into Santana's eyes and ran her fingers through Santana's hair. "Please, baby."
Santana dragged her tongue through Brittany's slit before pulling the engorged bundle of nerves into her mouth and sucking hard, her tongue laving it as her lips tugged at it. She slowly slipped two fingers inside of Brittany and felt Britt jerk up hard against her mouth again.
"Oh … S-San … oh, fuck … San-san-tana"
Santana kept eye contact as she quickened her pace; thrusting deep and hard into Brittany as her mouth worked faster and harder against her clit.
"San … I … oh, fuck, Santana, Santana, Santana," became a chant.
Santana slid another digit inside of Brittany and Brittany's body trembled, her eyes rolled back in her head and Santana could tell she was close.
"Let go, Britt. I've got you, baby, cum for me."
And, just like that, Brittany was tumbling over the edge screaming Santana's name. Santana crawled up Brittany's body, fingers still moving in and out, and captured Brittany's lips in a deep kiss. She kept thrusting into Brittany, prolonging her orgasm, then curled her fingers and found the spot that had Brittany falling apart in her arms again. She slowed her movements to bring Brittany back down.
"I've got you, baby, come back to me. That's my girl. I love you, Britt. I love you so much."
Brittany's face and body were slick with sweat, her breathing was heavy. She opened her eyes; they were sex soft and sleepy. She looked adoringly at Santana.
"I love you, Santana." Her voice was a bit hoarse.
Santana kissed her softly before sliding to lie next to her, arm wrapped around Brittany's waist.
"You're so beautiful, Britt." Santana sighed softly, cuddling into Brittany's side. "I love watching you fall apart in my arms."
"Mmm. I love falling apart in your arms. Almost as much as I like you falling apart in mine." Brittany surprised Santana by rolling her onto her back and kissing her fiercely.
She nipped at Santana's bottom lip, soothed it with her tongue then demanded entrance into Santana's mouth. Santana moaned as Brittany expertly ravished her mouth. Brittany wasted no time teasing; there was no need, Santana's thighs were slick with her arousal. She dipped her head down and captured one of Santana's nipples as two fingers found their way inside of Santana. Santana arched and cried out. Brittany knew Santana's body and played it perfectly; fingers thrusting as her mouth loved all over Santana's breasts. Santana ran her fingers through Brittany's hair, tugging slightly, holding Britt in place.
"Britt … oh, fuck, baby, I'm … oh, god, I'm not gonna last …"
Brittany lifted her head and made eye contact with Santana. She added a third finger and began thrusting quickly; going hard and deep, fingers curling to add pressure to the sweet spot inside of Santana.
Santana kept her eyes on Brittany as long as she could; until she couldn't. Her back arched, eyes rolled back and she came hard, screaming Brittany's name. She trembled and shook as the orgasm ripped through her, as the aftershocks caused her to shudder, as Brittany kept moving inside of her and then rubbed against Santana's clit with the palm of her hand and sent Santana over the edge again. Then Brittany slowed her movements and slowly and gently brought Santana back down to Earth.
Santana opened her eyes and found Brittany gazing at her.
"There's my girl," Brittany's voice was soft, tender, "welcome back."
Santana leaned up and kissed Brittany so softly, so gently; pulling Brittany down with her as she sunk back into the mattress and holding her close.
She was feeling overwhelmed again and needed to be held. Brittany understood immediately and slipped her arms around Santana, holding her close as Santana clung to her.
They lied cuddled in each other's arms until they fell back to sleep, bodies tangled, still holding onto one another.
Xoxoxoxoxo
The sun was coming through the curtains when Brittany woke up, still holding Santana close. She gazed at the beautiful Latina as she slept. Brittany's chest swelled with love for this woman. She still didn't know how she'd gotten so lucky but she wasn't going to question it and she certainly wasn't going to complain about it. She knew things weren't always going to be this perfect but for right now, they were.
She gently stroked the side of Santana's face and kissed her softly; waking her gently.
"Mmmm … Britt … time 'sit?"
"A little after ten, honey. We can sleep awhile longer if you want but I know you want to get to Petra to find a guitar and we should probably download some sheet music for the piano. I'm not sure how many songs you know by heart for either instrument."
Santana, eyes still closed, snuggled deeper into Brittany's arms. "Almost ready to get up. Maybe a few more minutes." Her voice was slurred with sleep.
"Okay, honey, go back to sleep. There's really no hurry." Brittany kissed Santana's forehead and allowed herself to drift back off to sleep as well.
Xoxoxoxoxo
Santana woke two hours later feeling much more awake and refreshed. She nuzzled Brittany's neck, placing soft kisses.
"Mmm someone's finally awake?"
"Yeah. Thanks for letting me sleep." Santana stretched and felt the delicious soreness that accompanied being well and truly loved on.
Brittany stretched and groaned softly. "God I love that feeling. It hurts but it's a good hurt." She smiled at Santana.
"Yeah." She sighed softly. "As much as I would love to stay in this bed all day and have my way with you, I suppose we should get up and do … things?"
Brittany laughed and slid out of bed. "Yes, we should. Things like breakfast … only it's more like brunch or maybe even lunch now." She walked over to the bathroom, adding a little more sway than necessary in her hips. "I'm going to shower." She sent a mischievous grin over her shoulder that had Santana scrambling to catch up.
Xoxoxoxoxo
After a shower (that took twice as long as it should have), they headed to the small station and purchased tickets for the tourist train that ran from Molyvos to Anaxos. The train was a "hop on, hop off" tourist attraction; you could get on and off anywhere the train stopped, unlimited, all day.
"Oh, my god, Santana! We have to check this church out!" Brittany had taken a break from snapping pictures and was scrolling through her phone to see what the train stops were; she was practically vibrating in her seat.
"Okay, Britt-Britt, whatever you want. What's so special about this church?"
Brittany practically squealed. "It's called … Our Lady of the Sweet Kiss!"
Santana laughed. "You're right. We definitely have to check that out."
"Listen to this: 'In days of old a storm brought a religious captain to the shores of the area. One morning the captain noticed that the Icon of the Blessed Virgin, which he always had with him, was missing. He looked for it everywhere but to no avail. That evening he saw a strange light shining; seemingly suspended between sky and earth. He climbed up the rock and found his icon placed before a lighted lamp. He took it back to his boat but again it disappeared and again he found it on top of the rock. He decided to build a small church there since that was obviously the wish of the Blessed Virgin.' Sounds kind of cool. I'm glad I brought my camera."
They hopped off in Petra and went in search of food. They ended up, by accident (they literally stumbled across the hidden staircase), at a restaurant run by the Women's Co-op of Petra; they got there between busy times and were able to be seated right away. The food was excellent and the view was amazing.
After lunch, they wandered through the town looking in little shops and galleries until they found the music shop.
"What are you looking for, San?"
"A three-quarter dreadnought; it's a better fit for my body and hands than a full sized guitar."
Brittany looked at her blankly and Santana laughed. "Sorry, Britt." She looked around and pointed to a guitar on the wall. "It'll look like that one only a little smaller."
Brittany smiled. "Got it."
A young man approached them. He was maybe in his early twenties with dark hair and eyes.
"You are American?" He asked in stilted English.
Brittany nodded. "Yes."
"I help? My English is not very good but I try?"
Brittany immediately switched to Greek which caused the young man to smile brightly. After a short conversation, he led them to a back corner where several of three-quarter dreadnoughts were hanging.
Brittany thanked the young man and turned to Santana. "What do you think?"
Santana took one off the wall and played a quick tune on it before replacing it and trying another. She repeated the process several times before going back and forth between two; a left handed electro-acoustic and a right handed acoustic.
"What are you thinking?" Brittany asked.
"They're both good. I can play either of them but I think I'll be more comfortable with the left handed one. It's just a little pricier than the other one because it can be used with an amp. I don't think I'll need an amp for the space though."
"Okay, so if they're both created equal … which one do you like better?"
Santana grinned. "The left-handed electro-acoustic. The wood used to make it sounds better to me." She put the straight acoustic back on the wall.
They headed to the front to cash out.
"Oh, I should probably get a case for it so it doesn't get damaged when we fly somewhere or I ship it home."
Brittany nodded and talked to the young man at the counter again. He left and came back a few moments later carrying three different cases.
Santana immediately discarded the soft-sided case and quickly chose the case she wanted. The man nodded and added up the purchases. He threw in two packages of replacement strings and a package of picks.
"Britt? We wanted to do some sight-seeing … I don't really want to carry this around all day. Will he let us leave it here until we leave Petra?"
Brittany had a quick conversation with the young man who nods at her.
"He closes at eight and says we can leave it here until then."
Santana nods. "Thank you."
The young man nods as well. "You are welcome." He says, smiling at her.
They finish the transaction and headed out into the bright sunshine to finish exploring Petra.
Xoxoxoxoxo
They spent the rest of the day wandering the town until they made their way to the stone steps leading up to the Church of Our Lady of the Sweet Kiss. When they reached the top, Brittany was a little winded.
"Wow. Three months of no exercise really took its toll. I need to start dancing again."
Santana grinned. "We can work out together. I belong to a great gym in New York. While we're traveling, though, we'll have to find other ways to work out."
Brittany laughed. "We've done that. It doesn't seem to have helped."
They wandered into the church, Brittany snapping picture after picture. Standing in the nave, Brittany lowered her still camera and pulled out her phone.
"C'mere," she said, pulling Santana toward her.
Their lips met in a sweet kiss and Brittany snapped the selfie.
"Couldn't not have a sweet lady kiss here in the church dedicated to them." She grinned, causing Santana to chuckle.
They finished exploring the church then headed into Petra for dinner.
Xoxoxoxoxo
They were seated at an open air cafe enjoying their meals and each other's company. They were holding hands, speaking softly to one another, smiling, laughing, and sharing their meals.
Next to them was a couple who were clearly on their honeymoon. They were sitting close, trading soft kisses, and whispering in each other's ears.
Brittany and Santana just grinned at the couple and continued minding their own business, wrapped up in each other.
"Disgusting. Get a room. No one wants to see that." A harsh female voice came from behind Santana.
Brittany frowned. What the hell was wrong with people? The couple wasn't bothering anyone.
"Oh, sorry, we're on our honeymoon," a male voice spoke up, "we didn't mean to offend anyone."
"Oh, no, dear, you're fine. It's those … deviants."
Brittany watched as Santana's jaw clenched and her spine stiffened. She ran her thumb lightly over Santana's knuckles. "She's not worth it, honey."
Santana nodded and took a deep breath.
"Excuse me?" The male voice spoke again. Santana and Brittany both turned to look at the young man and his wife. The young man was looking around the cafe. "I don't see what you're talking about. Everyone is just enjoying their meals and the sunshine."
"Those two." The woman waved her hand at Brittany and Santana. "What they do in private is their business but they don't need to shove it in God-loving folks faces."
The young man frowned. "So, my wife and I, practically making out is okay but those two young ladies holding hands is … bothersome? I guess I don't understand."
"They're abominations."
"So's that shrimp you're eating. And … I'm pretty sure your shirt is a cotton/poly blend fabric which makes that an abomination. And your companion is sporting a couple of tattoos. Also an abomination." The young woman spoke up. "You're pretty much cherry-picking what you believe in, I guess."
"They …"
"No, ma'am, they aren't doing anything. They're not the problem. You are." A waiter had come over. "You do understand that you're on the Island of Lesbos, right? Birthplace of Sappho? Why come here if you feel that way? The management would like you to leave now."
"We haven't finished!"
Her companion stood up. "Well, I have. Let's go Tanya. You've done it again." He shook his head. "Sorry, folks." He spoke to the restaurant in general as he left several bills on the table and headed toward the exit.
"Well! I never!" The woman stated.
"Apparently, you have," Santana snarked, "at least that's what he just said, anyway."
The woman huffed as she made her way to the exit.
The waiter shook his head. "Apologies ladies and gentlemen."
Brittany got his attention. "Their meal," she pointed to the young couple, "is on us. Give them dessert, too," she grinned.
Santana smiled brightly at her. "Good call, Britt."
Half an hour later the young man walked over to them. "Thank you, you didn't have to do that," he said. "I'm Jeff, this is my wife, Patti." He held out his hand.
"Brittany," she shook his hand then nodded at Santana, "my girlfriend, Santana. And we wanted to thank you for standing up for us."
"My pleasure, really. My brother is gay and I'm so tired of people like that 'othering' him." He shook his head. "Generational turnover can't come fast enough," He chuckled. "It was nice meeting you ladies. Hopefully the rest of your stay won't be as annoying."
Brittany and Santana laughed and waved as the couple made their way to the exit.
Once the couple had left, Brittany and Santana paid the bill and went back to wandering and sight-seeing. They purchased a few more souvenirs and took some more selfies before heading back to the music store to pick up Santana's guitar and hopping the train back to Molyvos.
Xoxoxoxoxo
Once back at the hotel, Santana turned to Brittany. "Hey, would you mind if we checked out the space? I wanna see if I should have gotten an amp. That way if I need one, we can go back tomorrow."
"Yeah, of course."
They walked into the lounge and Santana went up to the stage. She unpacked the guitar and made sure it was in tune. The microphone wasn't on so she couldn't check it but she wasn't worried so much about it because the hotel would be responsible for making sure it was in working order.
"Can you just kind of wander through the space? Like just to see if you can hear me from everywhere?"
Brittany nodded and started at the back as Santana started playing and singing.
Well, I went down to the Grundy County Auction
Where I saw something I just had to have
My mind told me I should proceed with caution
But my heart said, "Go ahead and make a bid on that"
And I said
"Hey pretty lady, won't you give me a sign?
I'd give anything to make you mine o' mine
I'll do your biddin' and be at your beck and call"
Yeah, I've never seen anyone lookin' so fine
Man, I gotta have her she's a one of a kind
I'm goin' once, goin' twice, I'm sold
To the lady in the second row
She's an eight, she's a nine, she's a ten, I know
She's got ruby red lips, blonde hair, blue eyes (Santana winked at Brittany)
And I'm about to bid my heart goodbye
Well, the auctioneer was goin' about a mile a minute
He was takin' bids and callin' them out loud
And I guess I was really gettin' in it
'Cause I just shouted out above the crowd
And I said
"Hey pretty lady, won't you give me a sign?
I'd give anything to make you mine o' mine
I'll do your biddin' and be at your beck and call"
Yeah, I've never seen anyone lookin' so fine
Man, I gotta have her she's a one of a kind
I'm goin' once, goin' twice, I'm sold
To the lady in the long black dress
Plus she won my heart, it was no contest
With her ruby red lips, blonde hair, blue eyes
Well, I'm about to bid my heart goodbye
Yeah, we found love on the auction block
And I hauled her heart away
And we still love and laugh about the way we met that day
When I said
"Hey pretty lady, won't you give me a sign?
I'd give anything to make you mine o' mine
I'll do your biddin' and be at your beck and call"
Yeah, I've never seen anyone lookin' so fine
Man, I gotta have her she's a one of a kind
I'm goin' once, goin' twice, I'm sold
To the lady in the second row
She's an eight, she's a nine, she's a ten I know
She's got ruby red lips, blonde hair, blue eyes
And I'm about to bid my heart goodbye
Brittany laughed as she made her way through the space. She reached the front just as Santana finished.
"You are a complete goof." She laughed.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Santana smiled widely, eyes sparkling with merriment. "Could you hear me?"
Brittany stepped onto the stage and placed her hands on Santana's hips. "Every word," she whispered as she leaned in and kissed Santana soft and slow.
The sound of a throat clearing had them separating.
"My apologies, ladies, I heard the music and wanted to see what it was." Giorgio was smiling at them.
"I just wanted to make sure that the guitar would be loud enough without an amplifier. I hope it's okay that we're in here." Santana responded.
Giorgio waved it off. "It's fine. I heard your voice and had to come see for myself. Spyro and Sotiris weren't exaggerating. You do have a rather wonderful voice."
Santana blushed and ducked her head. "Thank you." She packed up her guitar and took Brittany's hand, walking toward Giorgio.
"Did you ladies enjoy your day?" Giorgio asked as they exited the lounge.
"We did. We did quite a bit of sight-seeing in Petra, bought the guitar, had some really good food, got some sun. The train was fun, too." Brittany's excitement was still high as she detailed their day.
Giorgio laughed. "I'm glad you had a good day. What are you plans for tomorrow?"
Santana answered him. "Britt wants to feed the wild horses so I booked that for the morning, that goes until five so I booked us for a sunset horseback riding tour. It's an hour and half there and an hour and a half back. After all that, I intend to soak my behind in the hot tub." She grinned.
Giorgio laughed again. "Excellent! Enjoy your evening and your day tomorrow, ladies. I look forward to seeing your full performance on Wednesday." He head toward his office as Brittany and Santana walked toward the elevators.
Xoxoxoxoxo
Brittany stepped out of the bathroom and frowned. Santana wasn't in the room. She glanced at the balcony and saw the Latina sitting on one of the lounge chairs. She quickly finished drying off and slipped into a pair of plain cotton pj pants and a cotton t-shirt before slipping out to join the brunette on the balcony.
"Hey," she said softly, sitting on Santana's lap.
"Hi," Santana gave her a small smile.
"You okay?"
Santana looked up at her. "Britt …" Santana hesitated as if she wasn't sure what to say or how to say it.
Brittany waited patiently.
Santana dropped her eyes from Brittany's and when she spoke, it was just above a whisper. "Are you … do you …" she sighed. "Do you miss being with a guy? Are you sure you don't want to make things easier for yourself? I don't really have a choice, you know? But … you do."
Brittany considered what Santana was actually saying.
"This is about what happened at the cafe, isn't it?"
Santana nodded. "You could be with a guy and you wouldn't have to deal with that."
Brittany sighed softly.
"Santana." She waited until Santana looked at her.
"Do you miss being with a different girl?"
Santana frowned. "No. Of course not. It's not the same …"
"It's exactly the same, honey. I love you. I want to be with you. And 'easier'? Easier doesn't mean better or even good. Easier because society won't reject me? Maybe. But that doesn't mean the relationship would be 'easy'. And, let's not forget, even if I wasn't with you the odds are 50-50 that I'd be with a woman anyway. Also, who said I had a choice?"
"But …"
"Santana, loving you was never really a choice. Being with you is a choice but loving you? I could no more stop loving you than I could stop breathing. Remember what Holly said? It's not about who you're attracted to, it's about who you fall in love with. You're it for me. That woman was a narrow minded bigot; why would you let someone you don't know, who you will probably never see again, live rent free in your head?"
Santana sighed. "I'm sorry, Britt. I just … sometimes … the insecurities rear their ugly heads and I get scared that, maybe, you're going to realize you've made a really big mistake."
Brittany leaned down and kissed her softly. "That's not going to happen. I lived without you for almost ten months and I missed you every day. I told you; I've seen the world and I know I belong with you. And, yeah, I know, MIT isn't exactly the world but … I learned two interesting words; macrocosm and microcosm. MIT is a microcosm of the macrocosm of the world. I saw the narrow-mindedness of Lima and the diversity of MIT; the world shrunk to those two places tells me what's out there. I don't need to meet every person in the world to know you're my person. I love you. I'm crazy in love with you and I want to be with you."
Santana smiled. "There you go again. Being a genius and untying all my knots."
Brittany smiled and blushed, ducking her head. She loved when Santana called her a genius. It didn't matter how many other people did it. Santana was the first one to believe it; the first one to make HER believe it.
"Britt …"
"Yeah?"
"There's something I should tell you before Rachel or Kurt do."
Brittany frowned. "Okay."
Santana sighed again. "I'm not proud of this and I am sorry I ever thought it let alone said it. I know it was stupid and narrow-minded and biphobic and bigoted. And I am so, so sorry."
Brittany shook her head and waited.
"I had just started dating Dani. Kurt, Rachel, and I were talking and I said something really, really stupid and offensive. I said 'I finally have a girlfriend I don't have to worry about straying for penis'." Santana hung her head.
Brittany laughed. "Santana. Seriously?"
"I am so sorry, Britt. I know you would never …"
Brittany interrupted. "Let me take a wild guess here; you and Dani had been dating about two weeks and she had introduced you to some of her lesbian friends and every single one of them had a horror story about a bisexual which just brought to mind how hurt you were when I 'chose' Artie and then 'chose' Sam over you."
"It was three weeks but, yeah."
"Santana, I know you know I'd never cheat on you."
"I do know that. It was an awful thing to say."
"It was but, totally forgiven. We should clear this up, though, once and for all."
Santana looked up, confusion on her face.
"Artie and Sam. It wasn't about choosing them over you. It was about doing what was right for me … and for you. I made a commitment to Artie and breaking up with him just to be with you when you weren't really ready to actually BE with me wasn't right for any of us. It wasn't fair to break my commitment, I didn't want to go back to a secret relationship; I wanted what I had with Artie, I just wanted it with you."
Santana nodded in understanding. "I get that now. I do. It took me a long time to figure it out but I get it. If you could walk away from your commitment to him that easily, you wouldn't be true to yourself."
Brittany nodded. "As for Sam, it wasn't the same. I didn't want you to settle for less than everything you deserved. Lima would have suffocated you and, eventually, you'd have resented me for being the reason you stayed. We wouldn't have survived. And, yes, I had made a commitment to him, too." Brittany paused. "It was never about penis or vagina. It never will be. It's always about the person. And you are my person."
"You're my person, too, Britt."
"Artie and Sam were easy. That doesn't mean it was better. I loved them but I wasn't in love with them. That's probably what made it easy. I don't want 'easy' if that means I can't be with you. Okay?"
Santana nodded. "Okay."
"Good. We can close the door on this? No more of the 'Brittany would be better off with a guy' thoughts? No more wondering if I miss Sam or Artie? Which, by the way, I don't. Not like that. I miss them like I miss Mercedes and Kurt and Quinn. They're my friends. Nothing more."
"I know. And, yes, I will do my best to keep my insecurities at bay; I have been working on that in counseling, I guess I still need to do some work. You know that I don't doubt you, right? It's about me feeling inadequate."
"I know, honey. I just wish you could see you the way I see you."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being you. For being the kind, warm, generous, loving, giving, amazing person you are. For loving me enough to put up with my nonsense and taking the time to talk to me and help me understand and feel better."
"I love you, silly girl." Brittany kissed the tip of Santana's nose. "I will always remind you when you're being silly."
Santana chuckled and pulled Brittany into her, holding her close. "You're awesome, Britt."
"I told you; we're the only two truly awesome people I've ever met. No more doing things for people who are less awesome. From now on, we live for us."
"That sounds like a good plan."
"Mmhm."
They lied there in comfortable silence until the pale blues and purples of twilight turned to the deep midnight blues of late night. It was only after Brittany drifted off to sleep and Santana felt herself starting to drift that Santana nudged her and they moved into the bedroom.
Xoxoxoxoxo
song – Sold! (The Grundy County Auction Incident) – John Michael Montgomery