2 years later – Brittany's POV

The last few months had been somewhat challenging. With Santana traveling so much for work it had taken a small toll on our relationship. When she was home, I was at work and when I was home she was at work. We talked as much as we could but let's face it, we have never been good at being apart. For a lot of people when they're apart they realize how much they don't really miss the person they're with but for Santana and I it was the complete opposite. We both knew what we had and that it was special so when we were away it made us miss each other so much more. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't that we couldn't be away from each other but it gets to a point when you're tired or sick and all you want is to curl up in bed for a weekend with your girlfriend and you can't that it gets to be overly frustrating.

There I sat on the kitchen counter leaning my head back against the cupboard crying. My eyes were closed and the tears were streaming down my cheeks. Two hours ago Santana had left. There was a new position opening up, as close to her dream job as she could get at the time being. Sounds perfect, but there was one major downfall. If she took the job it meant that she'd have to move out to New York for at least a month. It doesn't sound like that long in reality but in my mind it seemed like forever.

After much discussion I told her that she should take it. That I would be here for her when she got back. I told her that I loved her and I only ever wanted what was best for her and this was it. She had worked so hard to get where she was at that I didn't want her to throw it all away. I could tell a part of her didn't want to go but I could also see how conflicted she was. Caught between her dream and me, but I knew I had to do the selfless thing, I had to let her go so that she could come back. We talked about me going with her but I couldn't just up and leave my job for a month. Life didn't work that way and we both knew that.

With my head leaning back I tried to take deep breaths and relax. Even though it had just happened I kept replying her leaving and me not chasing her down and asking her to stay over and over again. In my head it was so simple, the words came out so easily and she didn't hesitate. In truth I wasn't scared of being away from her for a month, I was scared that a month was going to turn into two, then three and so on and so forth. I knew what New York was like, you could get swept up in the lifestyle and how charming the city was.

I had finally stopped crying but my head as still leaned back. That's when I head her.

"I hate when you cry, it breaks my heart." My eyes shot open and I could swear I blinked a few times, as if I thought my eyes were deceiving me.

"Santana?" She just smiled and wrapped her arms around my waist. Without another moment I wrapped my arms around her neck and my legs around her waist. She was real. She was here.

When I looked up and saw the clock I realized that she should have been in an airplane in that moment. I pulled back and looked at her quizzically.

"I got as far as the airport before I got the driver to turn around. I'm so sorry I even got that far."

"Why are you sorry? What about the job?" I had a million questions and it was a struggle to not throw them at her all at once.

"For almost choosing a job over you. You're amazing Brittany, you're amazing and beautiful and not only based upon looks. You're heart is beautiful and that's something that you can't change, it's just who you are. You love me enough to let me leave, not because you wanted too but because you had my best interests at heart."

I shook my head at her, I wasn't getting it. "That was your dream job." I said as a matter of fact.

"When are you going to understand how much I love you? Jobs will come and go but my real dream is you. Waking up everyday I get to live my dream and I could never leave you, even for a month."

"Seriously?" She chuckled softly as a small smile started to creep onto my face.

"I'm right where I need to be." She softly brushed a strand of hair behind my ear and leaned her head forward so that our foreheads were resting against one another. "I love you more than anything." She whispered and softly kissed me. I tightened my grip on her neck and waist, I wasn't ever going to let her go again, or even think about it unless I packed away in her suitcase.

2 Years Later

Driving home from work in traffic sucks, and it is something that I will absolutely never get used to. Especially since after a long day all I want is to be home, and today of all days the traffic seems to be ten times worse. After about an hour I finally reached my destination and I couldn't have been more ecstatic. Running up the stairs, I almost tripped but caught myself by holding onto the railing. The dogs bark as I open the door but other than that the house is completely quiet, I hated that sound, silence. It's just so boring and bland and I could really go for some entertainment of some sort. Looking back outside I see that my car is the only one in the driveway, something I hadn't noticed before now.

There are various boxes lying around the living room, piled up against the walls so that they were out of the way until they could be moved. I shook my head in shock, the apartment was not like that when I left for work this morning. Walking into the kitchen there was an address on the counter so I picked it up and walked over to the computer to get directions. The computer had come up with nothing, and I couldn't figure out what all this meant. Flipping the paper over I saw simple directions, right here, left there, so grabbing my purse I headed for the front door and out to my car.

The directions were relatively easy and I didn't get lost at all, which is always a good thing. The front door to my destination was wide open so being cautious I stepped in and followed the sound to the back door and that's when I saw her. Sitting there on the deck railing looking like she could fall off at any moment. Her head turned when she heard the door close and I couldn't help but smile. "Took you long enough baby."

"Traffic honey, what's with this place? Not bringing me out here to kill me are you?" I smiled at her.

"No you goof, its ours."

I felt my mouth hang open as I looked past Santana and out at the view. Ocean front property, it was something I had always dreamt about. Santana and I had talked about buying a place on the water but it was never anything serious. "Are you serious? For what the weekend?"

She laughed at me and shook her head. She slid off the railing and wrapped her arms around me and whispered, "happy 5 years beautiful."

It still never felt that long to me, but at the same time it still felt like we had been together forever and everyday was better than the last. "Happy 5 years gorgeous." I whispered as she wrapped me in her arms and hugged me real close to her.

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That was a few years ago, brand new house and happy as ever. I guess none of that has really changed except the brand new house is now a well worked in house, if you know what I mean. Now I was the one waiting at home with our three dogs and two cats watching some One Tree Hill when I heard the front door open.

"Beautiful?" That nickname had never seemed to change, and as much as I rolled my eyes when she called me that I accepted it. Let's face it, I knew I was good looking and there are worse things to be called.

I grinned from ear to ear. "In here."

Moments later the girl of my dreams walked in and set the box of pizza down on the coffee table. I pulled her down next to me and kissed her softly, I hated her not being home all day. She kissed me back for a minute before leaning down and kissing my stomach and whispering something to it. Making herself a little more comfortable she laid down across the other side of the couch and pointed at the t.v. and said something else to my stomach.

"See that's Brooke, she designs clothes and is mommy's, but you see that's Peyton her best friend and she owns a record label like me, your cool momma." She laughed and I shook my head and scratched my nails down her back and gave her a warning look. I seen her swallow the lump in her throat, as I mouthed 'behave'. I knew scratching her back was a weak spot and it worked like a charm every time. "One more thing, never say anything remotely negative about B. Davis or mommy will get super pissed." I looked down at her with another look, one that told her to not curse.

"I swear you talk to my stomach more than you talk to me and don't swear around the baby."

Santana shook her head. "No Mrs. Lopez, I do not, I still talk to you, but what's in your stomach is much cooler than you." I raised my eyebrows at the girl. "I love you," she smiled and of course I couldn't resist.

"I love you too, now hand over the pizza." Smiling she complied and got me a slice as we both relaxed against the couch.

The End

A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews and kind words, it was loosely based off real life events so it's very sweet to get such wonderful feedback.