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Alexz Johnson ~ I Don't Know If I Should Stay
Sometimes, Santana thinks that maybe it would be easier if she broke things off with Brittany. She's not like Kurt; she's not brave enough to come out publicly. She doesn't think -- no, she knows -- she couldn't handle being bullied. Oh, she admires Kurt, there's no doubt about that, but she's just- She can't.
But sometimes, sometimes when it's just Brittany and her, everything just fits and she can't imagine her life without Brittany. So she's confused, torn between happiness and safety.
Alexz Johnson ~ Don't You Dare
Sometimes, Brittany worries that Santana is going to leave her. She just wants to be happy and get her lady kisses on, and she tries to convey this to Santana in every way she can possibly think of -- kisses, hugs, little gestures. She isn't certain that it's working, but she's determined to keep it up. She isn't letting Santana give up on them.
Alexz Johnson ~ Anyone But You
Things aren't perfect, not by any stretch of the imagination. Santana's grandma still isn't speaking to her and apparently somebody's complaining about a kiss that was barely even a peck, but Santana doesn't care. She's got her Britt Britt and sure, things haven't been easy since she was forced out of the closet, but she didn't really expect them to be.
It's an uphill battle but the important part is they're climbing it together.
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It's muggy and hot as hell and they're soaked through, but Santana can't help but laugh as Brittany spins her around in the rain. Santana doesn't normally go for this kind of sappy, lovesick shit but as the first raindrops had started to fall, Brittany had given her those sad puppy eyes that she can't resist and tugged on her hand.
Santana had laughed and let Brittany lead her out from under the safety of the building awnings and into the middle of the sidewalk. The street is deserted, so Santana lets her relax and get lost in the spinning. She grins as Brittany pulls her close for a kiss, the clinging raindrops aiding the glide of their lips. She laughs into the kiss, humming softly.
So this is love...
"Kurt, it's time." Rachel's face is radiant as she pokes her head into the dressing room.
Kurt's seated at the vanity table, his back to the door, and he freezes at the sound of her voice. His eyes widen as he locks gazes with her in the vanity mirror. "Oh my Gaga, no! I'm not ready!" He hastily dabs the powder brush over his nose.
Rachel laughs lightly and slips into the room, closing the door behind her. "Kurt Hummel, you've been ready for this since the day you met Blaine." She stops behind him and rests her hands on his shoulders, squeezing comfortingly. "By the end of the day, you'll be Kurt Hummel-Anderson and sipping champagne on a hotel balcony overlooking the Siene. It's the beginning of the rest of your life, Kurt, but it's not going to get started unless you get up and walk out that door." She squeezes his shoulders again. "C'mon, your husband-to-be is waiting."
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Relient K ~ Pirates Who Don't Do Anything
Jonas Brother ~ Yo Ho (A Pirate's Life)
Muppets Treasure Island ~ Shiver My Timbers
Blaine's breath is shallow, his pulse seemingly weak, and god, Kurt thought he'd never be in this position ever again -- the agonizing sojourn beside a loved one's hospital, waiting for their eyes to open.
Kurt takes a deep breath and forces his panicked heart to calm down. This isn't like the last time he was waiting at a loved one's bedside. He knows for certain that Blaine is going to wake up once the anesthesia wears off. He just has to be patient.
He lifts Blaine's hand off the bed with delicate care and threads their fingers through. Lips quirk into a soft smile as he hums a Roxy Music tune, hoping to coax his boyfriend back to the land of awake.
His heart races as Blaine's eyelid starts to flutter, and he sits up straighter in his chair. "Blaine?"
Blaine smiles, a general grogginess to him that suggests he isn't fully awake. "I had a dream..."
"Shhh, don't talk." Kurt squeezes Blaine's hand and smiles. "You just had major eye surgery, Blaine. You need to rest."
Blaine blinks, a little sluggish as he squeezes Kurt's hand in return. "No, but I had a dream...that an angel was singing Roxy Music to me." He smiles, his face so full of love and sweetness that it makes Kurt's teeth ache and his heart flutter.
"Hardly an angel." He leans forward, rising up enough from his seat that he can press a kiss to Blaine's forehead. "Rest, honey. I'll be right here."
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