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Later that night…
“It was so amazing!” Brittany gushed. “There were so many trees, all different shapes and sizes and types. It was the best morning ever.”
Santana smiled and took a sip of her beer. Her nails scratched against the denim of Brittany’s thigh lightly. They were out for Christmas drinks with some friends they’d met at college. It was the last time they’d see each other before school started up again in the new year and Brittany liked parties. So, Santana made it happen. Luckily, most of their small group of friends were able to make it.
“Wow, Britt. You’ve got one helluva lady there,” Charlie remarked with a good-natured grin.
“I have the best lady,” Brittany corrected, kissing Santana’s cheek.
Santana just sent her a wink.
“I know I say this every time we’re out together, but I just want what you two have,” Jodie, a girl in most of Santana’s classes, sulked.
“Mr. or Mrs. Right will find you, Jodes,” Santana replied, smiling at her friend. “I have no doubt about it.”
“Have you noticed how demure Santana becomes when she’s around Brittany?” Matt said. He also studied with Santana and Jodie.
“Have you been being mean again?” Brittany asked, raising an eyebrow.
Santana smirked. “No, babe. Just my wonderful, glorious self.”
“Liar.”
She stuck out her tongue and Brittany was quick to capture it in her mouth. Their friends groaned in unison as they proceeded to lose themselves in a mini make-out session.
“I know you love me cos I bought you a super awesome tree,” Santana husked in Brittany’s ear, trailing soft kisses down her fiancée’s neck, “but if you keep kissing me like that, I may have to ravage you on this table in front of everyone – and I don’t want anyone to see you but me.”
Brittany groaned quietly, but it was enough to make Santana grin happily.
“Okay, okay, time out. Seriously. I will separate you two if you can’t keep things PG,” Jodie scolded them.
Santana placed one last kiss against Brittany’s cheek before sitting up. “Sorry, guys. Well, not really sorry, but you know what I mean.”
“You’re insatiably hot for each other,” Charlie said dryly. “We get it.”
Brittany opened her mouth to comment but was cut off by a loud screech of feedback from a mic.
“G-G-Good evening. I’m Jim and, uh, I’d l-like to sing a song for Sarah. O-Over there. Yeah. This is for you.”
Santana arched an eyebrow. She hated karaoke. Blame the hours and days of her life wasted listening to Hummelberry sing the same fucking song over and over again. And then there was her brief diner stint. Karaoke while working. Joy. The job was okay, and she was paid pretty well, but it was just another detour on her path back to Brittany.
“Santana, lemme up,” Brittany whispered in her ear.
“Sorry, babe.” She immediately stood up and held a hand for Brittany to use to help her. Not that her girl was a weak damsel in distress or anything. She just really enjoyed being a gentlelady.
Brittany kissed her cheek, making Santana smile and she sat down, sipping her beer and continuing a forgotten discussion with Jodie about whether or not two of their professors were sleeping together.
Two minutes later, Santana realised that Britt wasn’t back. She frowned and looked towards the bathroom where she assumed Brittany had gone. She stood up, looking around.
“Good evening, patrons. I know that people singing badly is probably not on your list of things to do tonight so hopefully I won’t sing too badly.”
Santana grinned widely and leaned against the booth she’d been sitting in so that she had an unobstructed view of her beautiful fiancée on stage. She looked so comfortable.
“Like my opening act, this is a special song dedicated to the most special girl in the world. Santana, my soulmate, this is for you.”
Santana felt a huge swell of emotion in her chest and tried to clutch her heart to reel it in. It felt like her love for Brittany was going to burst out her chest, it was so big.
A soft guitar started playing and Brittany swayed gently to the simple beat. “I’ve got an angel; she doesn’t wear any wings. She wears a heart that can melt my own. She wears a smile that can make me wanna sing.”
Santana knew, in that moment, that she had made every decision in her life so that she could be in that exact place, listening to Brittany sing her a beautiful song, one that said all the same things that she felt about her amazing, gorgeous, talented genius of a wife-to-be.
“She gives me presents,” Brittany continued to sing in her soft, melodic alto, “with her presence alone. She gives me everything I could wish for. She gives me kisses on the lips just for coming home.”
Santana willed herself not to cry, even though she felt like the luckiest girl in the world.
“She could make angels. I’ve seen it with my own eyes. You gotta be careful when you’ve got good love cos the angels will just keep on multiplying.”
Brittany sent her a wink and Santana gripped the table to maintain standing. God, the things Britt did to her.
“But you’re so busy changing the world. Just one smile and you can change all of mine. We share the same soul.” Brittany carried on with a small riff and repeated the same five words, almost as though she was cementing them in Santana’s mind.
The crowd in the bar cheered, but Santana couldn’t hear them as she made her way to the stage, catching Brittany as she hit the final step.
“I love you so much,” she whispered, digging her fingers into Brittany’s waist.
Brittany giggled and tucked a strand of Santana’s hair behind her ear. “I know. I love you too.”
They kissed softly, as though they were the only two people in the world. Santana decided she fucking loved karaoke.