santana and brittany

honeymoon

I open my eyes and see Brittany looking up at her phone. She notices me staring and looks at me and smile appears on her face.

"You are so freaking adorable."

I lay on my back and rub my eyes, "It's too early for you to be saying things like that."

She laughs, "You're not gonna have this in less than a few days so take all you can get."

"Don't remind me," I groan and look at her, "I'm really gonna miss you."

Brittany kisses me on the forehead and I groan because I wanted a kiss on my lips.

"Mercedes sent me the tour dates and I got some good and bad news," Brittany says, picking up her phone again, "Which one do you want first?"

"Bad."

"On October 18th, our one month anniversary, there's a concert, so I won't be able to come home," she says and I close my eyes, "Good news is that I will be home for our second and third. I get a week off for the week of Thanksgiving and Christmas."

"Well, that's good."

Brittany places her phone down, turns onto her side and places her head in her hand. She looks down at me and her eyes scan all over my face and down my body.

"I'm gonna miss waking up to this every morning." She says as she starts to makes circles on my stomach with her fingers

"Stop, you're making me sad," I say and she grins, "Let's not even think about it. Today is our last real day together and I just wanna be with you in this bed doing nothing but eating and kissing and..."

Brittany cuts me off my smashing her lips onto mine. I cup her face as she rolls on top of me, deepening the kiss. Her tongue swipes against my bottom lip and I part my lips, letting her tongue into my mouth. I moan into her mouth when she starts to slowly grind against me. She pulls away, allowing us to catch our breath.

"I love you." She says as she presses our foreheads together

"I love you."

Brittany pecks my lips a few times before rolling off of me and right as soon as I no longer feel her touch, I miss her. It doesn't make sense. She's sitting next to me and I miss her. How am I gonna survive these next three months?

Our flight was at 5 p.m. so we didn't get home until one in the morning. I woke up the next day with no Brittany but a Lord Tubbington who woke me up to a lot of kisses. I spent the whole day unpacking, washing clothes, and cleaning while Brittany was out rehearsing. She didn't get home until elven at night and she still made and effort to talk to me even though she was exhausted.

October 1st:

Brittany woke up early again and went out to rehearse a little bit before the show. The show was sold out and Brittany and Mercedes were absolutely amazing. Mercedes sounded great and Brittany looked amazing up there. She looked really happy to be up there doing what she loves. After the show, Mercedes, Brittany, me, and everyone else who performed went out and celebrated the success of their first show.

October 2nd (Brittany leaves):

"Hey," Brittany whisper while shaking my shoulder, waking me up, "Babe."

I groan and rub my eyes, "Are you leaving?"

She nods her head sadly and tucks a few pieces of hair behind my ear, "I'm gonna miss you."

I place my hand on the back of her head and pull her down to me so that I can kiss her. She kisses me back but pulls away to wipe her eyes.

"Why are you crying?" I ask and she giggles, "If you cry then I'm gonna cry."

"I don't know. I don't wanna leave you."

I roll my eyes, "Stop, Britt. This is gonna go by so fast." I wipe a tear away that was threatening to fall down

"Text me if you need to me come home," she whispers and I nod my head, "I'm gonna FaceTime you every morning and every night and we'll text throughout the day."

I smile, "Love you Britt."

"Love you Tana."

She presses her lips against mines one more time before standing up. I look up at her and bite down on my bottom lip in attempt to stop myself from crying. She doesn't look back as she walks out the room which is great because I know for a fact that if she would've looked back then she wouldn't of gone.

We're gonna have to get use to this, even if we don't like it. We're both gonna be leaving for a period of time; sometimes alone and sometimes together. This is what happens when you want to be a dancer or a singer.

Lord Tubbington jumps in bed next to me and presses his body against me and lays down. I scratch the top of his head and hold him close because I don't have Brittany to hold close.

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A/N
THIS CHAPTER WAS SHIT BUT I HOPE YOU GOT THE POINT.

IM SORRY. IM REALLY TRYING TO MAKE THIS BOOK GOOD AND HAVE YOU GUYS READ IT BUT IM FINDING IT DIFFICULT TO WIRTE. I KNOW WHAT EACH CHAPTER IS GONNA BE ABOUT BUT I DONT KNOW WHAT TO ACTUALLY WRITE. AND THATS WHY I TOOK THAT BREAK.

xoxo, melancholyxgirl