Author's Note: Again, I'd like to thank everyone for their wonderful reviews, they have really made this such a pleasure to write! I hope you like the last chapter, I'm kind of sad to see it end. And fyi, the song in this one is The Luckiest by Ben Folds again, in case you want to listen :)

Santana stood with her mouth open as the door slammed shut. She looked at the pictures of her and Brittany on her desk and then laid down on the floor. She stayed there for what felt like an eternity, looking at the ceiling and trying to make sense of all the things Brittany had said, all the advice Rita and Steph had given her, and attempted to make sense of it all. Santana thought back on the last words her aunt had said to her as they packed the car to Los Angeles, about her abuela making sure that all her children and grandchildren stay true to themselves and value family, because they are the ones who will love you unconditionally.

She remembered the last time she was in this position. It was midway through her Sophomore year of high school, right before the Glee Club was set to perform at Sectionals. Her abuela was visiting to make sure that the family hadn't fallen apart without her assistance for six months, after 20 years of having her there.

"Mija?" Her abuela said, gently knocking on the door.

"Come in!" Santana yelled, not bothering to get off the floor. Her abuela came in, taking a seat at Santana's desk. They sat in silence for a moment.

"You seem down, mija," her abuela said. "Anything you want to talk about?"

"Not really," Santana replied.

"Where has Brittany been? You know I haven't seen her since I've been here."

"We had a fight."

"About what."

"It's no big deal, abuela," Santana paused, wondering how much she show divulge. "She just embarrassed me in front of the rest of our Glee Club, and so I told her I needed some space." She thought it was better to not tell her abuela that Brittany had admitted to their friends that they'd been having sex. Her abuela sat in silence, taking in the information. She picked up a picture of the two girls off of Santana's desk that she'd taken the night of their first Seventh Grade dance.

"You know, Santana, you are very lucky, although you seem to be the last to realize it." Santana sat up, hugging her knees and resting her chin upon her kneecaps. "Do you remember what I always say about family?"

"Yes, abuela," Santana said, a little more exasperated than she intended it to come out. "Always keep your family near, because they are the ones who will always love you unconditionally, no matter who you are," Santana recited off to her.

"Yes, mija, but I think you're only hearing the parts of that you want to hear. I'm assuming that if Brittany embarrassed you, she must have said something that was meant to be part of the secret Santana, the parts you only share with those closest to you." Santana looked up, not sure at what her abuela was getting at. "Let me be more clear, perhaps, mija. You are lucky because you have all of us: me, your parents, your brothers, and your aunts and uncles, who love you no matter what, but you are luckier because you've had the good fortune to be able to add to that family. Brittany loves you; she unconditionally loves you for all your flaws and all of the beautiful qualities you hide from the outside world. It is rare, mija, that people create true family. I think it would be unwise for you to throw that away because she may have embarrassed you. In the end, whatever embarrassment you endure, Brittany will always be by your side supporting you, as long as you allow her. If you push her away, things will still happen to embarrass you and to make you feel insecure about being who you are, but there will be one less person there who loves you for everything that makes you you."

Santana got up, remembering this moment, and looked at a picture on her desk, next to the one her abuela had taken of Brittany, her abuela, and Santana the day after that conversation. She had made up with Brittany, but she didn't really understand her abuela's words until now. She knew what she had to do.

Santana skipped last period. She texted Quinn, who assured her that Brittany would be at Glee today, even though Santana had gone another day at school without seeing her. She looked at herself in her Cheerios uniform in the locker room, and then took it off and looked at herself in her underwear. She slowly pulled on her black skinny jeans and her over the knee boots. She took off her bra. She slipped on her white wife beater and her vest. She took her ponytail out and brushed out her hair. She knew it was perfect as looked at herself in the mirror and placed the fedora on her head.

By the time she walked into the choir room, everyone was already there. Santana had a process, what could she say?

"We were worried you weren't going to come, Santana," Mr. Shue said, looking a little worried at the Cheerio who was so rarely out of uniform. "Quinn tells me you've prepared something for today." Santana just nodded silently to Mr. Schuester. She walked over and whispered to Brad, who nodded and politely got up to stand at the back of the classroom. Santana was going to put eight years of strictly enforced piano lessons to use for the first time in her life. She rolled the piano towards the center of the room and sat down, nervously adjusting the bench. She looked quickly at Brittany before letting her fingers touch the keys and then gently plunked out the introduction.

I don't get many things right the first time

In fact, I am told that a lot

Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls

brought me here

And where was I before the day

That I first saw your lovely face?

Now I see it everyday

And I know

That I am

I am

I am

The luckiest

Brittany had her arms crossed in her seat in the corner of the room, but she could see tears start to form at the corners of Brittany's eyes. Quinn was looking back and forth rapidly between the two of them. Santana tried desperately to focus on the piano interlude.

What if I'd been born fifty years before you

In a house on a street where you lived?

Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike

Would I know?

And in a white sea of eyes

I see one pair that I recognize

And I know

That I am

I am

The luckiest

I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you

Santana smiled as she sang this line, and looked up at Brittany who was smiling as well, despite the tears on her face.

Next door there's an old man who lived to his nineties

And one day, passed away, in his sleep

And his wife, she stayed, for a couple of days

And passed away

I'm sorry, I know, that's a, strange way to tell you that I know, we belong

That I know

That I am

I am

I am

The luckiest.

There was dead silence in the room as Santana played the final chord on the piano. She turned on the bench so she was facing the class and looked over at Brittany.

"I love you so much, B. I want you to know that." Santana looked up at the classroom of transfixed students, "I want everyone in here to know it." She looked back at Brittany who was wiping tears out from under her eyes. Santana walked up to Brittany and crouched in front of her, placing her hands on Brittany's knees. Santana gently kissed the tears away from both sides of Brittany's cheeks and then gently lifted Brittany's chin so that their lips and eyes were even. She placed a light, sweet kiss on Brittany's lips. "No more secrets. My favorite memory of this summer is the moment I realized that having you in my life makes me the luckiest. I'll do anything for you, B…" Santana said, beginning to choke up on her own words as her throat and her eyes began to fill with tears. Before the waterworks could arrive though, Brittany pulled her in for a hard and passionate kiss, wrapping her hand tightly around Santana's ponytail.

Brittany pulled away, leaning her forehead against Santana's and pressing her hand against Santana's heart.

"I love you, San."

"I love you too, B."

They resumed making out in the middle of the choir room, with the rest of the room staring with their mouths open.

Finally Mr. Schuester stood up.

"Great job, Santana!" He said, awkwardly. 'Glad to know you ladies had such a good summer! Santana, you can take your seat now," he had said the entire phrase with a look of shock and confusion. Santana took a seat next to Brittany.

"Let's hear it for Santana!" He yelled, clapping, and the club, and Mr. Schuester finally broke out of its haze and began wildly clapping for Santana.

"Get it," Quinn said, leaning behind Brittany's back to give Santana a high five.

"Ok," Mr. Schuester said, "now that we've heard about your summers, guess what time it is?" The group was silent. "Time to start preparing for sectionals!"

"Mr. Schue, I have some great ideas based on my summer classes in the Big Apple!" Rachel said, standing to face the class.

"Here we go," Santana said sarcastically. Brittany laid her head on Santana's shoulder and they linked pinkies, ready for the new school year to really begin.

The End

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