We were in the limo on our way to school and I had a feeling this was going to be a great night. I wanted this night to be special for both of us. "Sorry about my dad turning all paparazzi on us." I turned my body so I was facing her and she did the same.

"Don't worry about that," she said with a small laugh, "It was sweet. And, now, we have like a hundred pictures. This is amazing, Britt."

I leaned in and lightly kissed her so I wouldn't mess up her lipstick. "I also got us a suite at that fancy hotel with the elephant fountain in the lobby for the weekend."

"Are you serious?" I smiled at her shocked expression. "Britt, that place looks expensive. Let me pay half…"

I shook my head. "Your mom helped set it up. It's free. I have our stuff packed and in the limo. I told her we were having a Glee party after."

"Are we?"

I smiled and shook my head. "Well, not technically. I mean, it's only going to be us in the room and we're both in Glee club, so we're having a two person party."

She laughed and leaned in and kissed me. "This is going to be an amazing night."

"Count on it!"

###

Prom was beyond what I expected it to be. I mean, sure, I knew it'd be a success because I put it together, but I never thought I'd have as much fun as I did. I performed a dinosaur number that was a huge hit and I had people coming up to me all night telling me what a great prom this turned out to be. I knew it would but I stopped myself from saying "I told you so" to everyone.

Santana didn't though. She kept telling people that they were dumb fro not trusting me. I had to tell her to stop and just enjoy prom. And we totally did. We danced, laughed and for most of the night it was like Santana and I were the only two people at the dance.

I wasn't good with words so I could never describe how beautiful my night with Santana was and how much it meant to me. It was like a dream come true. A dream I had been having since the day I met her where all I knew was that I wanted to be with her.

We took our prom picture and I made sure to order a large print and a bunch of little ones. Santana and Quinn got up on stage and sang a song. By the time the king and queen announcements were being made, I was starting to get kinda tired. Santana and I almost ran for prom court, I was going to be king, but we didn't care enough to campaign.

I was already president and Santana was First Lady, so we didn't need anymore titles.

"Are you OK, sweetie?" Santana had her arms around my neck, slowly swaying with the music. She was tired too.

I tightened my grip around her waist and kissed her cheek. "I'm getting tired. I've been up since four in the morning."

"Why the hell did you get up so early?"

"I had a lot of prep to do for the prom and our date," I said, "I had to make sure that everything went like it was supposed to."

"Oh, honey." She pressed our lips together and kept them there for a bit. It felt so comforting. "Come on," she said, pulling back, "Let's get out of here. It's almost midnight and I'm tired too. Besides, I'd rather go back to the hotel and cuddle in our pajamas."

I pouted. "Can we do underwear and topless cuddling?"

"Even better," she smiled.

She took my hand and we went to go find our friends and tell them we were leaving. Artie insisted we go back to his hotel for an after-party he had organized. Everyone was going.

"What hotel?"

"The Selan on Fifth," he said, "A bunch of us pitched in and got a suit, so you have to go."

"Oh, uh, can you excuse us for a second?" I grabbed Santana and pulled her aside. "That's our hotel and probably our floor since they have a suite."

Santana groaned let out a breath. "OK, well, that actually works for us. We can go to their room for like twenty minutes then leave."

I really wanted to just go to bed and cuddle with Santana but this was the last dance we would all be together. Besides, I had booked the room for the weekend so there was still time for underwear cuddling. "OK, let's do that. But, if you see me fall asleep in a corner somewhere, wake me up."

"Don't worry," she said with a laugh, "I'll take care of you."

I quickly kissed her then we went back to Artie. "OK," I said, "We'll go."

"Awesome!" Artie spun around in his wheelchair and lifted his hand up for a high-five, which I gave him. "See ya there!" he said and rolled away.

"Come on, Britt." Santana took my hand and led me to the exit. "Let's check in our room and change. I am not letting any of those boneheads throw up on my dress because they can't hold their booze"

"I already checked us in this afternoon," I said, "I have the key card in my bag."

"Always prepared," Santana said, "This is why I love you."

"I hope that's not the only reason," I teased.

"Oh, I have a long list of reasons."

"Hey, speaking of lists." We managed to get to the parking lot where the limo driver waved at us and brought the limo to us. "It's been a while now and we've done a bunch of stuff….did you finish your lesbian list? Can I see it now?"

In the last few months, Santana had mentioned her lesbian list and stuff she crossed off, which was a lot. She had to be finished with it by now, unless…

"Oh, my list." She sounded like she didn't want to talk about it and I think I knew why.

"Your grandma, right?" I asked as we got in the limo. "You haven't told her and I bet that's on your list."

"It is," she sighed, "But there are a few more things that still need to be crossed off. I honestly thought you forgot about that list."

"Nope. Genius mind, remember?"

She smiled and grabbed my hand. "I remember. I promise you Britt, that I will show you this list once everything is crossed off."

My curiosity was eating my brain or whatever the saying was but I understood. One day I would see that list. "I can wait."

"Thank you." She scooted closer to me and leaned her had on my shoulder. "I love you and this was an amazing night."

"I love you too and I'm glad you had fun."

I fought off a yawn and hoped I didn't fall asleep at this after-party.

####

OK, so I thought this after-party would suck, but I was wrong. I mean, it was being thrown by the Glee club and they weren't known to be much party animals. But, I think what made it so much fun was the fact that it was just the Glee club. Just a bunch of friends being goofy and having fun.

Santana and I made it back to our room at almost four in the morning. So much for sexy times. We were both just so exhausted. We got ready for bed and got in wearing only our underwear.

"I'm too tired for sweet lady sex," I yawned, "Topless, underwear cuddling will have to do."

Santana laughed softly and cuddled up against me. As usual, she was my little spoon. "This is perfect. We have until Sunday morning, right?" She yawned too.

"Mmm hmm."

Santana reached for the light switch by the bed and turned it off. This night had been perfect.

###

After prom, time sped up again. I wish I could make it stop but it keep moving. I really wish I had finished building the time machine I started years ago. I told NYU that I would go to their school in the fall and Santana told Chicago she'd go there. It was officially official. Santana and I would have to be separated for four years. Ugh, just thinking about it made my stomach hurt.

Santana was really positive about this separation thing though. She kept telling me that we would be fine and that since we were only 790 miles apart, it wasn't that bad.

790 miles. That was approximately a 109 minute plane ride. A 12 hour and 16 minute drive, unless there was traffic. We could take turns visiting each other, or she could visit me more since her mom had a million plane points or whatever they were called.

"Stop thinking about the distance," Santana said.

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up. We were in the choir room for our second to last meeting before graduation. Everyone was happy and sad, just like me.

"I can't help it," I told her, "For the last four years, we've seen each other almost every day when school was in session. It's going to be so weird going to a school and not have you there."

She took my hand and gave it a squeeze. "I know. It's going to be weird for me too but we'll Skype all the time so it'll kinda be like we're together."

"But we're not," I pouted.

She squeezed my hand again and let it go. "Well, we just have to make it work," she sighed, "You didn't want to go to Chicago…"

"And you didn't want to go to New York."

"…right. Look, we've gone through so much to be together. Well, most of that was me, but the point is, we're in a great place now and we are not going to lose that."

I took a deep breath and just played Santana's words in my head. We are Santana and Brittany. Santany. No, Brittsan. No, that sounds weird. "I hope so. We're not going to be Siamese cats anymore."

"Just for a little while," Santana said softly, "Once we're done with college, we'll go back to being Siamese cats."

Mr. Shue stood up in front of the choir room and started talking about the end of Glee club. For this semester anyway. He went on and on about how sad he was going to be not having us here and I almost, almost cried. Mr. Shue was kind of a jerk and always favored Finn and Rachel, but he had a good heart. I was actually going to miss him.

"OK, so don't forget," Mr. Shue said at the end of the class, "You have fittings for your cap and gowns tomorrow." He got a bit teary and smiled. "I'm really proud of you all. It has been such an honor having you here. If it hadn't been for you, the Glee club would have never been resurrected."

"Like zombies?" I asked out loud without realizing.

"Uh, no," Mr. Shue said, "I just mean…thank you. All of you. Thank you. And I know that most of you will be gone, but we still have a few members who will be back to help build an amazing new club. A club that will have a tough act to follow."

"Hell yeah!" Sam shouted. "Don't worry, Mr. Shue. We'll keep the legacy alive."

Santana leaned in and whispered in my ear. "I loved this place, but I am never setting foot in this choir room after I leave."

"Never say never," I said with a smile.

###

The day before graduation, Rachel decided to throw a party. Not a fun, alcohol party, but a Rachel party. Rachel parties usually ended up us having a vegetarian dinner party. She invited everyone and to my surprise everyone said they'd go. I mean, it was probably the last time we'd all be together for awhile, so I wasn't be surprised everyone showed up. I was surprised that Eva was going.

I hadn't hung out with her as much as I wanted to in the last few weeks. After Santana had to come out and our relationship was made public, Eva and I didn't hang out as much. We both got really busy with school and stuff.

"Why is Demon Eyes going?" Santana asked. She was laying on my bed reading a magazine while I finished getting ready.

"I thought you liked her now?"

Santana put the magazine down. "The fact that she made out with you automatically puts her in the 'I will always hate her' category."

I couldn't help but smile. "What about Mike? Do you hate him too?"

"Yes! And he gets extra hate since he actually had sex with you." She made a disgusted face and shuddered and it made me laugh.

"Well," I said, "I didn't sleep with Eva so you can't hate her as much. We only messed around above the waist."

Santana narrowed her eyes. "Clothes or unclothes?"

"Both."

"OK, yea. I hate her." She picked up the magazine and pretended to read.

I went over to her and took the magazine away and sat by her. "No hating. I'm with you and I've totally forgotten about being with anyone else. Like, it's wiped from my mind and it feels like I've only ever been with you."

She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Don't mind me, I'm just being possessive again."

I took her face in my hands and kissed her. "I like it. But, you need to stop the hate. Especially with Mike since he's going to the same school as you."

Santana groaned. "And Sugar! How is it that I get stuck with your ex-boyfriend and loony Motta as classmates in college?"

"Well, like you said, the dance program is amazing and Mike wants to be a choreographer when he grows up. That school is perfect for him. And Sugar…"

"Who knew she wanted to go into Public Relations," Santana finished, "She's like a billionaire, you'd think she'd just want to travel Europe and spend daddy's money."

"You know that's not her," I said, "She's smart and loves talking and exaggerating things. Besides, I like that you'll have friends at school."

"I guess," she shrugged, "OK, maybe I do like that I'll know at least two people there that I'm not related to."

"Maybe they can be your roommates too!"

She kissed me and got up from the bed. "Let's not push it."

I smiled and got an idea. It would be great to have Santana live with Sugar or even Mike instead of living alone. Yeah, that would make me worry a lot less.

I'm sure Sugar would love the idea.

###

"So, there's no meat?" Finn asked.

Sam and Finn were looking all over the long buffet table Rachel had set up in her basement. I had to say, I was pretty impressed. It looked really fancy and there were so many colors. Just no meat.

"Dude, that sucks." Sam looked around the table again.

"What's the hold up?" Santana asked behind me. We were in a line to get food and Sam and Finn were holding everyone up.

"There's no meat!" Sam said.

"No there is not." Rachel, who was standing at the end of the table, said, "I do have a delicious array of meat substitutions."

"Fucking great," Santana said softly, "We're going for burgers after this."

"This looks good," I told her, "Just give it a shot."

When everyone got their food, we sat down to eat. Everyone from Glee was here, even , and while it made me happy, it also made me sad. I wondered when we would all be able to get together like this again.

The non-Glee guests included Eva, Blaine and Ms. Pillsbury. Shit, I was going to miss them too.

"OK, I admit," Quinn said, "This food is actually quite good."

"Quite delicious," Ms. Pillsbury agreed.

"It'd be better with meat," Puck said.

"Give it up Puck," I said, "Eat the fake meat. It's really good."

"Thank you Brittany," Rachel said getting up, "I'd like to make a speech." Half the table groaned. "Anyway, I just wanted to thank you all for coming to celebrate our last days at McKinley. And to celebrate with our friends from other schools, Blaine and Eva."

"Thanks for the invite," Eva said, "You guys have really become good friends." I smiled and tapped her back since she was sitting next to me. "Hopefully I'll see some of you in college."

"Where are you going Evil?" Santana asked, "Alaska?"

Eva let out a small laugh. "Are you ever going to like me?"

"Nope!"

"Santana!" I hushed, "Be nice."

"Excuse me," Rachel said, "Attention back to me? OK, as I was saying…"

Rachel went on to give this really sweet, but really long, speech about how much Glee meant to her. We spent the dinner all talking about Glee and getting a sappy and sweet. It was so bittersweet that Tina cried. But she always cries do I don't think that counts. Kurt and Mercedes came close but they held it in. Mr. Shue kinda cried, but he was like the guy version of Tina. He always cried too.

I think all of us were going to pull a Tina and cry tomorrow.

###

This was it. Graduation. The day I had been looking forward to my whole academic career. I stood in front of my mirror and double checked my makeup and hair. Perfect.

"BRITTANY!" My mom yelled from downstairs.

My parents and sister had been ready for hours and were already waiting for me by the door. "COMING!"

"HURRY! I HAVE YOUR CAP AND GOWN!"

I hoped my parents didn't drive me crazy today. I went downstairs and the whole ride there my parents kept telling me how proud they were and I almost cried.

"This is your journey to the real world. When things get real," my dad said.

"You're an adult now," my sister said.

"Almost," I said.

"Are you nervous, honey?" my mom asked.

"I feel like throwing up a little," I said, "So, yeah. I think I am."

"You'll do fine," she said as we pulled into the school parking lot, "You'll be perfect."

When we got to the auditorium, my parents went to find their seats and I went backstage with the rest of the students. I immediately found Mercedes and Kurt.

"Hi guys!"

Kurt looked kinda red and kept fanning himself. "It's fucking hot back here!"

"No it isn't," Mercedes said rolling her eyes, "Hi Brittany. Don't mind this one, he's been having hot flashes since we got here."

"I guess I'm just nervous," Kurt said. He unzipped his gown and flapped both sides around.

"We'll be fine," I said. I looked around trying to find Santana but she wasn't around so I figured that I could go to the bathroom before she got here. "I'll be back. If you see Santana, tell her I'm in our bathroom."

"Our bathroom?" Kurt asked, confused.

"She'll know what it means." I left Kurt and Mercedes and went to the bathroom to wash my hands and take a few selfles in the mirror.

I took some good shots and posted some on Instagram. I saw on my feed that Eva had posted some of herself too. I was bummed that our graduations was the same day and we couldn't attend each other's ceremonies. Pictures would have to do. I was in the bathroom for like 5 minutes before Santana came in.

"What are you doing?" She was already dressed in her red gown, hair down. She looked gorgeous.

"Taking pictures." I went to her and gave her a kiss. "Take some with me."

We ended up taking quite a few pictures and we realized we should probably get back or else we'd miss the line up.

"I'm going to miss this bathroom," Santana said, "We logged in a lot of make out hours in this place."

I looked around and smiled. We'd always come to this bathroom and locked ourselves in the handicap stall and make out. My smile slowly faded when I realized how unhygienic that sounded. "Let's make a deal that we don't make out in bathroom anymore."

Santana laughed. "Deal. No more secret bathroom kissing. Now we make out in public for the world to see."

"Well, let's not go that far," I laughed.

Santana took my hands in hers and looked at me with that sweet smile that was only for me. "I'm so proud of you Brittany. Thank you for making high school bearable. I don't think I would have survived without you."

"Me neither. I'm so glad we both tried out for Cheerios during Freshman year. I wouldn't have survived without you either."

We both had tears in our eyes and I knew we needed to leave before we really started crying. Santana knew it too.

"Let's go graduate," she said, "Then we can rule college, then the world."

"Now you sound like my dad," I smiled.

"He's a smart man."

She opened the door and we walked back to the auditorium.

High school was already feeling like a million years ago.

-tbc-

A/N: Sorry for such such delays in updates. My wrist sprain was worse than I thought and couldn't type for a while. Still recovering but managed to get this short chapter out. Thanks for sticking with this.