Brittany walked back through her apartment feeling absolutely giddy. She was pretty sure Santana had just called their evening a date, and she was positive the little kiss she'd gotten at the end of the night was the most perfect good night kiss she'd ever received. She could still feel Santana's warm hands stroking her face, her soft lips touching Brittany's for a split second that felt infinite.
Reaching her bedroom, she happily spun in a circle at the foot of the bed and fell backwards into the sheets, her legs dangling off the end. She lay there, staring up at her ceiling and replaying the night in her mind—eating Thai food and watching Harry Potter with Santana, hearing her laugh at Brittany's jokes, watching her smile as the blonde answered question after question that Santana had fired at her. She hadn't even known it was a date until it was over, but it was the best date she'd ever had.
Scooting up in bed, she put her phone on the charger and saw Maggie's journal lying there.
"Yesss," she whispered to herself as she reached for the old leather book. She felt like it had been so long since she'd read more of the enchanting tale of a 1940s stranger, even though she'd just read from it the day before. Settling comfortably against her pillows, she opened the journal to the next unread entry.
August 1, 1941
Dear diary,
No more questions. I am most definitely falling in love with her.
We were just getting back to my house after taking a walk, and she stopped to pick a flower. She didn't say anything, she just stopped. And then she picked a flower and smelled it, and I swear the sun shone just for her today, making her look like a goddess. She's so beautiful. Then, she looked at me and put it in my hair. It was such a simple gesture, but in that moment, I knew everything had shifted. She was the person I've loved since childhood, and now she's the person I'm falling in love with.
And then, well, I don't mean to be crude, but I really can't help it...and then we went to my bedroom like always.
It's kind of nice being able to just come up here with her without any suspicion.
Anyway, we came back up here, and she shut the door. I don't know why I did it, why I needed to so badly, but I pulled her onto my bed, on top of me.
I think kissing her is like getting glimpses of heaven or maybe taking a drug. I don't know, whichever induces euphoria.
She kissed me back too, readily. I got the feeling that she'd been waiting for it as well.
Her tongue kind of makes me feel like I could faint—in a good way.
When I felt her hand start to move towards my chest, I almost wanted to panic. I almost grabbed her wrist to stop her, but then I remembered that it was Grace. I trust her. Even though I felt a little scared, I was also kind of thrilled at the idea of her touching me. I guess she figured out that I wasn't going to stop her, because she finally did touch me.
I don't think I'm really used to the feeling yet, but as soon as she did, I got really wet again. When she started kissing my neck, I got wetter.
I don't know what would have happened if we hadn't heard my mother coming up the stairs. How far would we have gone? I just know I wanted it to go farther.
I can't even imagine how good everything would feel with fewer clothes separating us.
When my mother came into the room, Grace smiled and chatted as always. She talked to my mother easily, as if she hadn't just been lying on top of me and kissing my neck. I wasn't so collected. For me, it was a challenge to even breathe right.
Grace is so much better at this than I am.
It was time for dinner, so Grace left, but I got to steal a good night kiss from her on the porch.
I only have a month left with her. We both start college on the first Monday of September...which means I probably need to kiss her as much as possible until then.
Until I write again,
Maggie
"Aww," Brittany muttered to herself, happily turning the page to read more. Maggie was adorable. But if the blonde was being honest with herself, she was hoping there'd be a little something-something before they went off to college. Maggie's next entry was a week and a half after the last one.
August 11, 1941
Dear diary,
My parents are starting to get more and more things for me to take with me to my college dormitory. Before school ended, I couldn't wait for college to start and to get away from here. Now, I get sad every time I think about it. They keep telling me they want to throw a party before I leave, and I keep telling them no. They just don't want to listen.
They also keep asking if I'm going to see Benjamin again. I guess the college he's going to isn't very far from mine, so the excuse of never getting to see him isn't really working anymore. Why does everything have to be so complicated?
I can tell it bothers Grace when my parents mention him, but she never says anything about him. Well, she hasn't really said anything about us either. Until today. I finally found the courage to ask her about everything.
I asked her what all this is to her—what I am to her.
I think I almost cried. She told me she was starting to fall in love with me, that her stomach goes crazy when she kisses me, and that she misses me at night.
I told her I love her back. When she kissed me afterward, I could feel her love. I can't believe how quickly this happened, but already, it feels like I'm wasting time when I'm not with her. My body feels better when her hands are on me, when her lips are on me.
Saying goodbye to her will be devastating.
I hope these next two and half weeks go by slowly.
Love,
Maggie
Brittany finished the entry, feeling a little smitten with this love story and also a little sad. She knew an inevitable goodbye was coming between them, and she didn't want to see the sadness of it written on paper; she just wanted more kisses, more love. Feeling brave, she turned the page and decided to read one more entry before going to sleep. It was dated for the day before they both left for college.
August 31, 1941
Dear diary,
Where to start?
It's late. I should be sleeping. I'm leaving for college in just a few hours, but I can't sleep. Not now.
Despite my many refusals, my parents still managed to have a going away party for me tonight. Every time I looked at Grace, I wanted to cry, but she just smiled at me like always. She's so good at making me feel better. Halfway through the night, she said she needed to leave to pack for the morning. I almost broke down right then, too. That was not the goodbye I'd wanted with her. But when she hugged me, she slipped a note into my hand.
It told me to meet her by our spot at the lake at midnight. So romantic.
I was so impatient for the party to end after that. I knew it wouldn't be easy to sneak out, but I'd do it for her.
When it was finally time, I managed to sneak out the back door, since it creaks less. There she was, waiting for me at our spot. A blanket was already spread out, and she was just sitting there watching the lake.
I sat next to her, and we only sat for a few seconds before she was kissing me. It felt different this time; I think we both knew it was the last time for a while, so we were a little desperate.
Before I knew it, she was pulling my clothes off, and I wasn't stopping her. I've wanted this to happen all summer long. At first, I felt a little exposed, a little shy. But then, I saw the look on her face in the moonlight when she looked at my body, and all that vanished. I could tell she wanted me.
I felt so confident as I took her clothes off. God, her skin is perfect.
We made love by the lake tonight. The first time for both of us. It felt so right.
Oh, and if I thought kissing her was perfect, then this... well, I guess there just aren't words.
I laid in her arms afterward. I could have fallen asleep, it was so peaceful.
Eventually, we did have to say our real goodbye. We both cried, but I have so much hope.
I will miss her terribly until I see her again, but one thing is certain: Grace is my soulmate. No goodbye is permanent for us now.
Love,
Maggie
Brittany closed the journal softly, smiling like a fool. If that wasn't the sweetest thing she'd ever read, she didn't know what was. She couldn't help but think of Santana. Like Maggie with Grace, Brittany thought kissing Santana was pretty much the epitome of pleasure. She couldn't imagine how wonderful their first time would be...if there was a first time in their future. She wondered what kind of lover Santana would be...
Feeling her thoughts start to shift away from "sweet" and more towards "really friggin' turned on," she set the journal back onto the nightstand, turned the light out, and let more thoughts of Santana run through her mind until she fell asleep.