Brittany's POV

I sat in the middle of the concert hall Indian style. This is where everything changed for me. I remembered my first time on this stage, I was probably ten maybe nine and I had a dance lesson here. My dance teacher was named Mr. Grape. Everyone picked on his name, even me. But he loved his students, especially me. He pushed me hard to achieve everything in dancing, he wanted so much more for me than this small life in Lima and he was right. I didn't really belong here. I wonder how he would feel if he knew I turned down that scholarship.

I know what you're thinking. I'm an idiot. And maybe I am. But for the first time in my seventeen years of life it felt right. That scholarship was a great opportunity but I didn't feel right taking it. There was something holding me back...More so, someone.

Santana's POV

I found myself heading towards Lima Arts Institute for the Creatively Gifted Admissions office, there was something I had to do...

Brittany's POV

For the first time in a long time I didn't feel like dancing. I just wanted to lie on the stage floor and hear the sounds of the beat rock me to sleep. I turned on the radio only to feel my heart sink.

"Took my love and I took it down

Climbed a mountain and I turned around

And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well, the landslide brought me down..."

I sighed heavily.

"I'm starting to believe that is our song."

I lifted my head to see Santana walking towards me with a shirt in her hands.

"What are you doing here?"

She shrugged, "I wanted to return this." She held up my shirt.

"You didn't have to."

"I wanted to..."

She jumped on the stage and sat beside me.

"...Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?

Can the child within my heart rise above?

Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?

Can I handle the seasons of my life?..."

"So, why aren't you dancing? I don't think there was ever a time I didn't see you dance on this stage. If you don't count the Amy Winehouse concert."

"I'm not in the mood for dancing..."

"You should be."

"Why?"

"You won a scholarship to a dancing school." I sighed and scoffed at the thought, "That's an amazing achievement."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, friggin awesome."

"What's wrong?"

"I turned it down."

"Why?"

I shrugged, "Didn't feel right."

"Did it not feel right because you didn't want to dance anymore or did it not feel right because I wouldn't be dancing with you?"

I thought for a moment.

"No comment." I got up from the floor.

"I'll take that as option number two Alex!" I couldn't help but smile at her, "Do I sense a smile on the face of Brittany P? Well, knock me out I think I do!"

"Since when did you turn country?"

"Since when did you turn down opportunities for females?"

I sighed.

"You're not just a female to me, Santana..."

"I'm not? Then what am I?"

I shrugged, "You're more than that. I can't even put it in words."

"...Well, I've been afraid of changin'

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes bolder, children get older

I'm getting older too, well..."

Santana's POV

"...Well, I've been afraid of changin'

'Cause I've built my life around you

But time makes bolder, children get older

I'm getting older too, well, I'm getting older too..."

"Try." I pressured her.

"I can't." She was starting to cry. I got off the floor and went to her and held her in my arms. She cried onto my shoulder, her sobs like precious jewels to my soul.

"I love you, Brittany." I whispered into her ear, "I'm so in love with you."

As I said it her tears became harder and faster. Her sobs grew louder and her grip around me became stronger. She didn't want to let me go.

"...So take this love and take it down

Yeah, and if you climb a mountain and you turn around

And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well, the landslide brought down..."

"When I saw you for the first time in that video you sent me, I thought 'Who is this amazing creature?' I didn't know it then, but you would be the love of my life."

Again more tears streamed down her face.

"I couldn't imagine me without you after that. I didn't want to admit the feelings I was having because honestly I didn't understand them. I didn't think it could be lust; I had lust before and this feeling. This feeling didn't feel like lust."

"Why...Why are you saying this?" She asked through sobs. She looked up from me and her piercing eyes were hypnotizing me.

"Because I want you to understand these words, Brittany. Understand that I can't go a day without thinking about you, that I was scared just like you, that at the end of the day I want you to be mine. Not Artie's or Finn's or anyone else's, I want you to be mine. My girlfriend. My heart. My love. I want you to be mine."

"When I first heard your voice singing, I thought 'I need a face with her voice' I was hoping you were ugly and terrible to get along with..."

"Gee thanks..."

"But you weren't! You were the opposite. Amazingly beautiful and so easy to get along with. I fell in love with your talent, and everything else just fell into place." I smiled at her words, "I just...I don't know...I wish I didn't like you so much. Maybe it would've been easier to see you go." She released me and turned away from me.

"But I'm not going anywhere...I'm right here Brittany...I'm right here waiting on you to love me. I'm right here."

She turned to face me.

"Your home is in Mexico."

"Home is wherever your heart is and my heart is in Lima, Ohio."

"But..."

"I sent word to my family; they were sad to say the least but understood. Not all that well I imagine, but they understood..."

"How..."

"I'll be staying on campus, at the Lima Arts Institute for the Creatively Gifted with my girlfriend. And it's totally legal because I was born in America so no Green Card needed."

"What..."

"I went to the Admissions office before I got here."

"How..."

"Quinn is a really great friend. She told me you rejected the scholarship...She told me you rejected it for me." She opened her mouth to speak but I hushed her, "I don't want you to give up your dreams because of me. Which is why I was granted the scholarship as well. The one Quinn rejected became my own. After I begged the office to give you back yours."

"You shouldn't have done that."

"Why not?"

"You shouldn't be here because of me. You should be here for your own benefit."

"But you are my benefit." I grabbed her hands and took them in mine, "You're my benefit for doing this pen pal thing, you're my benefit for singing on a stage, I haven't done that in a really long time. You're my benefit for dancing in front of thousands of people; you're my benefit for coming to Ohio. Brittany..." I raised her chin so our eyes were locked, "You're my benefit for falling in love."

I kissed her passionately not wanting to let her go. She held on to me and for that brief moment we were one. Everything that had fallen before us, our nerves of what people would say, our thoughts of long distance relationships, our friendships, it all seemed to slowly form a puzzle as our tongues collided. The pieces flew into the air before us, falling lightly beside us, forming a heart to let us know that now everything was finally pieced together.

The End :)