So this letter turned out to be more wishful thinking than canon. Hope you like it anyways.

Oh Santana, my little scaredy cat.

I love you, too and I'm proud of you whatever you do. I've tried to tell you so many times. Like, when I made your shirt I was thinking of how brave you were when you told me how you feel. And it makes me even prouder that you wrote that letter to me. I know how hard it is for you to acknowledge that you have feelings at all so this really means a lot.

You know I've been waiting for this for, like, forever. It's a huge deal for me, too.

I don't want you to make any big declarations. I loved when you sang that song for me to cheer me up, but I don't want you to be anyone you're not. I want you, Santana. The real you.

When I asked you to come to Fondue for two I was so disappointed that you didn't show. I really wanted to go to prom with you (you looked totally hot in your dress by the way). I see now why you did that, but you could have told me. You can tell me everything. I thought you knew that. I'm glad, though, that you told me now.

You know that even though you didn't come that day, you could have still been my date. All you had to do was to ask.

Instead you showed up with Dave. You keep rejecting me, too. And it hurts. Why can't you just quit hurting both of us and be with me?

I want the girl who'd kick that guy's ass who dared to look at me the wrong way. I want the girl who put chewing gum in Mrs. Cooper's pocket for grading my book report down, because it was written in crayon. I want the girl who isn't afraid of speaking her mind, even if it hurts, especially when it hurts. I love the girl with the snarky remarks and unique sense of humor. I love the Santana who'd stick up for what she believes in. We've been friends now for how long? Before there was Quinn, before there were Cheerios, before there were boys, it was already you and me. Don't be ashamed. Don't be scared.

I, too, am glad that we are friends again. I worship you. I love you. So much. Honey, you know how much I missed you. I've told you so often.

And you could be with me if you'd just do exactly that: be with me. That's all I'm asking for. Everything else we could figure out together.

If you want to be brave we can start off little. If you don't think you can protect yourself then I will do that for you. At least until you're strong enough. As long I get to be with you, exclusively, I will help you with whatever.

No more lies, no more pretending, no more Santana going out with random guys. As long as I won't always be the one enforcing our relationship I don't need anything else. No big declarations, no love songs in front of everyone, just you and me being together.

That would totally rock my world.

- B.