The following morning, Brittany woke up in the most wonderful of positions; she was lying on her side, with a tiny brunette lying in her arms, asleep in front of her. She could smell Santana's hair and feel her chest rising and falling steadily under her hand that was resting there. Slowly leaning in so as not to wake the sleeping beauty, she pressed a light kiss to the back of Santana's neck. Still unable to believe this was real life, she continued placing feather-light kisses across the back of her neck, her shoulders...
Seemingly responding subconsciously to Brittany's kisses, Santana pulled Brittany's hand in closer to her chest. The blonde could feel the tops of Santana's breasts grazing her fingertips with every inhale, as well as something small and hard at the base of her hand.
With a silent gasp, Brittany realized Santana must have taken her bra off in the middle of the night, and her hardened nipple was now directly under her palm. Fighting every cell in her body to explore this new revelation, she slowly lifted her arm and started to retract it. Armed with this new knowledge, she couldn't possibly keep her hand there and not give in to temptation.
She'd only managed to move a few inches before a sleepy hum escaped Santana's lips, and the woman was pulling her arm back again.
"Mmm...where are you going?" Santana asked without opening her eyes. Her voice was husky from sleep, and she was simply the most adorable thing Brittany had ever seen.
Brittany made a fist with her hand to prevent herself from copping a feel.
"You're not wearing a bra." She gritted her teeth, as if the answer to her dilemma were obvious.
Santana hummed again and scooted closer into Brittany.
"I don't know where it is."
She still hadn't opened her eyes, but there was a playful grin on her lips.
Brittany smiled and placed another kiss on Santana's shoulder.
"If you don't want me to start exploring this braless territory, it's across the bed where I can't reach you."
Santana took a deep breath, expanding her chest just enough to put her breast fully into Brittany's palm for a split second. When she exhaled, she rolled over and away to finally look at the blonde.
"If you insist."
"Tease," Brittany said, looking over at her.
"Did you sleep well?" Santana asked casually, ignoring Brittany's light chiding.
"Didn't wake up once. You?"
"I sleep best when I'm here," she said simply.
Brittany bit back her question of why Santana slept so badly, figuring that she would find out whenever Santana finally decided to talk about it. Instead, she went for the next most obvious question.
"Breakfast?"
Santana smiled again and nodded.
"Let's go."
Brittany hopped out of bed happily. Life was good.
"Brittany, that was so good." The brunette set her fork down and looked over contently.
They'd just finished a hearty breakfast of turkey bacon and egg whites, and Brittany was thinking about how amazing it was to wake up to Santana and then have breakfast with her. This was how Sunday mornings were supposed to be.
"I'm glad you liked it. Did you get enough?"
Santana nodded and stood up to take their plates to the sink. It was so cute how she always insisted on washing them.
When they were done, she dried her hands with a towel and looked at Brittany from the across the counter.
"What now?" the blonde asked happily.
"Now," Santana said, placing the towel on the counter, "I'm going to steal some of your mouthwash, so I can kiss you goodbye."
Brittany couldn't stop the pout from tugging on her lips.
"You don't have to go so quickly," she said, aiming sad blue eyes at the woman across from her.
Santana smiled knowingly. "As much as I love your sexy little pout, I really do have to go...I wouldn't if I didn't have to. One of the clients I'm seeing tomorrow morning is a handful, and I need to prepare his case a little more." Her eyebrows furrowed adorably as she thought about work. "Plus," she added, looking again at Brittany with a grin, "it's kind of nice to know you'll be missing me."
Brittany's heart thumped a few wild beats after Santana's words. She wanted Brittany to miss her.
Well, no problem.
"That's awfully presumptuous of you," Brittany replied playfully.
Santana feigned shock at Brittany's words.
"You mean you won't miss me?" she said, holding her hand dramatically over her heart.
The blonde smiled at her antics.
"Well, I guess I'll miss you. A little. And will you miss me?" Brittany asked, returning Santana's grin.
The brunette didn't even pause before giving her response. "Yes. I've gotten really good at missing you, Brittany."
Brittany's smile widened; she was perfectly okay with that.
A few minutes later, they were both standing in front of Brittany's bathroom sink. Brittany was brushing her teeth while staring at Santana in the mirror. Santana stared back as she swished some mouthwash. It was such a mundane thing to do...such a couple-y thing to do. And Brittany fell in love just a little bit more.
At the front door, Santana turned around to face Brittany. If the blonde was being honest with herself, she'd been both dreading and looking forward to this moment; she didn't want Santana to leave, of course, but she also really wanted to kiss her.
"Have a good day, Ms. Pierce," Santana said lowly. Brittany could smell the minty flavor from the mouthwash. Delicious.
"You too, Ms. Lopez." She took a step forward and pulled Santana into her arms, thinking that they should always be in this position.
"I'll miss you," Santana said quietly, lightly scratching down Brittany's back with her nails. How did she know how to make everything feel so good?
"I'll miss you too," Brittany replied, savoring these last few seconds with the woman of her dreams.
Santana pulled back and kissed her softly, her hands coming up to hold Brittany's cheeks. Half of Brittany melted right there, loving how sweet Santana was being. The other half really wanted to push her up against the door.
When Santana broke the kiss, she was smiling again.
"Until tomorrow, Ms. Pierce," she said as she opens the door.
"Until tomorrow," Brittany repeated, dazed. She watched her love as she walked away.
Brittany spent the rest of her Sunday lounging around. She watched a little TV, took a long bath, and chatted with her friend Christine for a while on the phone, all the while feeling as though she were floating on cloud nine.
She thought back to when she'd first met Santana and how cold and distant she'd seemed then. Sure, there were still a few secrets Brittany had yet to work out, but it thrilled her to know she was making cracks—seemingly large ones—in Santana's walls.
Santana had shut people out for so long, had denied herself the pleasure of being with other people for so long...and now, it seemed that she was willing to try again with Brittany. This perfect creature had chosen Brittany.
That part was still hard to comprehend.
When the evening started to draw to a close, Brittany picked herself up off the couch and made her way to her bedroom. After brushing her teeth again and throwing on some fresh pajamas, she crawled in bed and laid on her back, staring at the ceiling.
She wished she were sharing the bed with Santana again. She loved wrapping the tiny brunette up in her arms.
Deciding the day wouldn't be complete without a bit of reading, she opened her nightstand drawer and pulled out the journal. When she opened it to the next unread entry, she realized she was already almost halfway through its pages. Knowing that she'd started writing just past halfway, she figured that Maggie was almost done telling her story or had simply stopped writing before getting to an ending.
Brittany really hoped for the former; she wanted to know what had happened to these two strangers whose story captivated her. She supposed there was no better way to find out and began to read. According to the date, Maggie had been at college for about a month.
October 1, 1941
Dear diary,
Such a different world here. I love deciding when to eat and what I want to eat. I love that I can make decisions without telling anyone about them first.
Classes are tough, but I'm enjoying them, and I've made some new friends quickly.
As much as I love being here, I'm counting down the days to Thanksgiving.
I miss her. I need to see her face. I need to hold her.
She writes all the time, and that makes it easier. She's enjoying college as well and has made friends. I'm happy for her, although I have to admit I'm a little jealous of her roommate—I wish it was me.
Still, it's comforting to know I'll see her next month. I guess I'll just have to hold on until then.
Anyway, I have to go. My friends want me to meet them for dinner.
Love always,
Maggie
The way Maggie wrote about Grace was so endearing; they were probably so cute together. Brittany flipped the page and continued reading.
October 31, 1941
Dear diary,
I'm always so happy to get her letters. Just to see her handwriting and know she took the time to write it makes me feel special.
I guess I shouldn't have really been surprised when she told me she was going on a date. She told me that it means absolutely nothing and that she's only doing it to please her parents. Which I guess I understand, considering I did the same thing with Benjamin. Still, I don't like it.
His name is Thomas. How stupid. And he's in the military, which according to her parents makes him a hero.
Okay, maybe that part is true.
According to her letter, they are going on their date tonight. I hope he doesn't try to kiss her.
Still, I trust her. And when he's walking her to the door, she'll look up at the stars—since she always does that. And she'll think of me and how they're the same stars I'm looking at too.
That's just what we do.
20 days until Thanksgiving.
Love,
Maggie
Brittany smiled at the page. Get it, Maggie. She kind of liked her with an attitude. Feeling her eyelids starting to droop, she decided to read just one more entry. It was a short one, but so very worth it.
November 20, 1941
Thanksgiving dinner was good. Seeing her afterward was perfect.
She still looks, sounds, and feels just as wonderful as always. Maybe even better.
Love always,
Maggie
Brittany closed the journal and put it back on the nightstand. She would save the ending for another day.
After checking her phone to make sure the alarm was set, she quickly typed out a text message to Santana.
Brittany: good night santana. sweet dreams.
In true Santana form, Brittany only had to wait a few seconds for the woman's response.
Santana: good night sweet girl. see you tomorrow :)
Brittany smiled at the screen. She didn't know why Santana had picked her; she didn't know what made her so special to the brunette.
Maggie and Grace had probably one of the cutest love stories ever. But Brittany and Santana? Theirs was even better.