#i think that the best thing about this kiss is the fact how brittany smiles into the kiss #she probably thinks about how proud she is of santana #how santana finally is out and proud #she is proud to kiss brittany in front of everybody #she wants to show everybody that their love is true #brittany thinks how brave santana is #she sacrificed everything for brittany #because she loves her more than anything #brittany thinks how they are gonna grow old together #how one day they can tell their children how brave their mom is #how in the end she chose love
Brittany stands unnoticed in the doorway, watching as Santana leans in close—her eyes squinting in that familiar way that says ‘I’m confused but I sure as hell am not going to admit it’
"What’cha looking at?" she asks, stepping completely into the room.
Santana doesn’t take her eyes away from the scrawled equations littered across the chalkboard when she answers, but Brittany catches the smile she’s trying so valiantly to suppress tugging the corners of her mouth upwards.
"Oh, you know. Just doing a little math." Santana jokes, taking a couple of steps back and lifting herself effortlessly onto the lip of the desk. "You wouldn’t be able to help me out with any of this, would you?"
Brittany points a finger towards herself. “Me?” she asks, her words laced with the charmed drawl of a Southern belle. “Now, why would little ol’ thing like me know anything about all them big numbers up on that there board?”
Blue eyes sparkle as they watch Santana throw her head back and laugh her ‘Brittany’ laugh; it’s loud and carefree and she even snorts a little, but the best part—the part that makes the butterflies living in Brittany’s stomach flutter madly— is that it’s reserved for moments like this.
Moments when it’s just them.
Brittany moves forward, her long strides easily eating up the distance between them as Santana wipes away the mirthful tears gathered in the corner of her eye—her laugher slowly ebbing away.
Santana clears her throat and nods her head towards the chalkboard. “What is all this, anyway?”
Santana cocks her head to the left like a confused puppy. “Us?” she asks.
"I don’t understand."
"It’s a calculation of every variable—excluding death, because gross—that I could come up with to determine an absolute outcome” Brittany shrugs.
"And translated into non genius speak that means…?"
Brittany smiles. “I figured out fate. Well, our fate, anyway.”
"Wait, what? Are you—" Santana slides off of the desk, her eyes wide, "Are you serious?!"
Brittany raises an eyebrow.
"Brittany," Santana breathes in disbelief.
Brittany takes a step closer to Santana. "There isn’t a path, series of events—" she takes another step forward, and then another until they’re standing toe to toe, "—or reality that doesn’t lead to us. Not one.”
Santana’s eyes cloud with tears at Brittany’s words.
Brittany brings her hands up to cup Santana’s cheeks. “I love you, Santana,” she whispers, leaning forward to rest her their foreheads together. “Always.”
Santana closes her eyes and lets out a watery laugh. “I love you, too.” she says, placing a gentle kiss to Brittany’s lips.
5 years later.
"Why does Rachel keep sending me random guys details and asking me to calculate their ‘fate compatibility’?"
"Okay, okay. I may or may not have told Berry that….youfiguredoutthe equationtofate.”
She’s got her tongue stuck out, scribbling furiously at the chalkboard, when you creep into the room behind her.
You don’t speak immediately, more content to watch her. To see her shine in the way that you always knew she could.
Whatever it is she’s working on, you can tell it’s important just by how many numbers and equations cover the chalkboard.
And it’s for that reason you decide not to disturb her. Not yet anyhow.
It’s one step too hard on the heel of your pumps that alerts her to your presence but, when you see the smile in her eyes at the sight of you, the brightness that beams out and wraps you in familiar warmth, you can’t remember why you’d ever wanted to leave at all.
MAKE IT STOPPPPPPPPPPP (via rosemarycaperr)