the feels. i have them. these idiots. should you need a refresher, you can find all the other parts here. thanks for those who support this story. and suck it to the rude guest reviewers :D

also this part is dedicated to my lovely gf tumblr user tarynlatx. happy birthdaaaay.

"I love when you wear your glasses." Brittany squeezes their swinging hands and smiles and Santana feels another wave of warmth churn and crash in her stomach. "They're so cute."

"How do you-"

"You wore them the day we met. Well, you put them on when I snatched you out of bed. Don't you remember?"

Santana gulps, because she thinks even if she were victim to the most powerful of memory charms, she would still never forget the night she flew with Brittany around the castle grounds, her arms wrapped tight around Brittany's waist. Her face pressed into Brittany's back. It's one of the best memories of her life and branded into her very soul.

"I do, yes."

"I had to beg you to open your eyes. I think you thought I'd crash us or something. You little scaredy cat, you," Brittany teases, breaking apart their hands to tickle at Santana's waist and then wrapping her arm around Santana's shoulders, pulling her close. They continue to walk through the countryside, pressed together, and Santana's whole self is buzzing withBrittany, Brittany, Brittany.

"Do you personally hand-deliver every prefect letter or was I just a special case?" Santana asks, grinning into Brittany's neck.

"Oh you're a special case alright." Brittany chuckles and Santana can feel it rattle her whole body. She blushes deep red. "And you got me. I nearly had to sell my soul in order to convince Professor McGonagall to give me yours for hand delivery rather than sending it to your house by post like everyone else's. Let's just say I owe her a few favors when we get back to Hogwarts."

"Britt!"

"What? I-" she pauses, stopping their progress and turning to face Santana. "I needed to see you. I couldn't think of any other way. It's lame, I know."

Santana's breath catches in her throat and sticks.

"You're not mad right? That I kind of just showed up? I didn't mean to intr-"

"Brittany," Santana interrupts, moving both hands to rest on Brittany's hips, trying to ground herself. Her fingers move of their own accord, slinking under the hem of Brittany's skirt to touch bare skin. Santana swears Brittany's pupils dilate at the contact and she feels a shiver. Neither of them blink, looking deep deep into each other. Brittany's hands find Santana's elbows, rubbing soft circles into the rough skin there.

"I missed you." Santana has found that she can't quite keep her thoughts to herself around Brittany.

"I missed you, too, pretty girl," Brittany whispers. The air feels heavier somehow, buzzing with electricity like an impending lightning storm. Santana takes a deep breath just because.

"Can I kiss you?" The words tumble from Brittany's lips in a rush, breaking free and floating between them. Santana's heart is beating so fast she thinks it may very well fail at any moment. She worries fleetingly about messing up somehow.

The worry floats away as she exhales a barely audible "yes."

And then Brittany's hands are on either side of Santana's face, and she gets closer, closer, her thumbs sliding the length of Santana's cheekbones, her eyes crinkled at the corners in an gorgeous smile.

Santana takes one last breath as her eyes flutter closed, Brittany's breath tickling her lips. And then they're pressed together, soft and gentle, and Santana is falling, falling.

Brittany pulls away after a few seconds, just far enough to see Santana clearly, gauging her reaction. When Santana finally opens her eyes, there's hunger there and Brittany doesn't waste another second before surging forward again, capturing Santana's top lip between her own. When Brittany's tongue runs its length, Santana's senses nearly explode. Brittany's hands in her hair, Brittany's bare skin under her fingers, Brittany's tongue in her mouth.

Kissing Bradley, the boy down the road, was nothing like this. This is flying with no hands and shooting stars. This fireworks and limitless oceans. This is everything.

And this time when Brittany pulls away, Santana follows, pulling at Brittany's hips needing more and more.

They both finally run out of breath, their lips separating with a tiny 'pop'. "Wow," Brittany whispers, her fingertips tracing the shell of Santana's ear and down the length of her jaw. "That was…"

"Perfect. You-"

But Brittany shuts her up with another kiss. Again and again and again as the sunset bleeds pinks and red all around them.

Sitting next to Brittany at the family dinner table and trying to act like Brittany Pierce didn't just kiss her silly is excruciating. Santana's limbs twitch to reach out for Brittany, the magnets pulling stronger and stronger as her mother yammers on and on about the upcoming school year. Maribel fires question after question at Brittany who handles one after the other with perfect patience and grace. She manages to match Maribel's wit with ease, and Santana can tell her mother is absolutely enamored. It makes the fire coursing through Santana's veins grow hotter and hotter.

"You're parents must be so proud! Head Girl! That is quite an honor," Maribel gushes, reaching for Brittany's hand and squeezing quick.

"I'm not quite sure they really get it, but I suppose they're happy for me," Brittany smiles, taking a sip of pumpkin juice. A bit dribbles down her chin and Santana has to stop herself from kissing it right off.

"Did they not go to Hogwarts?" Maribel asks, puzzled.

Brittany's ears go pink as she looks quickly down to her plate. "They're muggles, actually, so they don't really know much about how things at school work. Or most of the magical world in general." She shrugs, but something is off in the tone of her voice. Something only Santana seems to notice.

Maribel fails at hiding her shock, her eyes widening that Brittany could possibly be muggle-born. Santana hates that Brittany feels she has to hide having muggle parents, figuring that in this day and age being an extraordinary witch or wizard has nothing to do with blood status. "Britt is one of the smartest witches at Hogwarts," Santana explains, extending her foot to brush against Brittany's ankle underneath the table. "Not to mention by far the best quidditch player. She caught the snitch that won Ravenclaw the Quiddtich Cup and pushed them over Gryffindor to also take the House Cup."

"She's exaggerating, Maribel," Brittany brushes off, blushing and rolling her eyes at Santana bragging on her behalf.

"All incredible accomplishments, dear. And your O. ?"

"Mami!" Santana objects, shaking her head incredulously. "That's really not any of our business."

"It's okay, San. I did very well, Maribel. Not without hours and hours of pouring over books and school work in the library, but my hard work paid off."

"See, Santanita, you need to follow in Brittany's footsteps and make sure you put in the study time. You know how important these tests are in determining your future.."

"Yes, Mami, I know," Santana groans, mouthing a sorry at her mother's prying questions. Brittany brushes her off with a tiny shake of her head and an amused smile.

"Santana is one of the best in her class as well, Maribel, although I'm sure that isn't news to you. I barely see her around the castle unless it's at the library. I'm not sure how she even navigates from class to class with her nose always buried in one book or another. I'd walk right off one of the moving staircases if it were me."

"Oh, she's been that way since she was small. In fact, I think she could read before she felt like learning to walk, my baby girl," Maribel teases, blowing Santana a kiss.

"I'd like to have seen that," Brittany laughs, finishing the last bit of lasagna from her plate.

"Well after dinner I'll pull out the baby pictures, you wouldn't believe the head of hair on this one. And she was such a little trouble maker!"

"Mami, please! Brittany doesn't need to-"

"I'd love to see them!" Brittany interrupts, grinning from ear to ear as Santana tries not to melt straight into the floor, hiding her face with both hands. Brittany squeezes Santana's leg under the table. "But actually I should be getting home. Thank you so much for dinner, Maribel, it was wonderful."

"Anytime, Brittany, anytime. And thank you for bringing my Santanita here just the best news. Maybe some new robes are in order, yes? We can't have you looking shabby on prefect duty." she rambles, tugging at the ratty hem of Santana's t-shirt and clucking her tongue disapprovingly.

"Um, speaking of new stuff, do you have plans set for a trip to Diagon Alley? Do you maybe want to go together?"

Santana's pulse quickens and stomach swells with even more butterflies at the thought of doing her school shopping alongside Brittany. Riding the train to London together, having a butterbeer in the Leaky Cauldron, picking up their school books at Flourish and Blotts, checking out the latest inventions from the Weasley brothers at their joke shop, petting the owls at Eeylop's.

"Oh, that would be lovely, don't you think, Santana?" Maribel gushes, throwing an arm around Santana's neck and squeezing a bit too tight.

"Um, yeah, I'd love…" Santana gulps but her throat is so dry she nearly chokes. "I mean, I'd like that."

"Great! Walk me out and we can figure out the details. Thanks again, Maribel. You have a lovely home and an equally lovely daughter." Brittany hugs Santana's mother before skipping through the front door.

They walk far enough down the lane and out of sight of the house before Brittany reaches for her hand and kisses her knuckles, grinning wide.

"You're smooth, you know that?" Santana laughs, tugging at Brittany's belt loop to pull her closer.

"You know, I have heard that once or twice." She winks before kissing Santana, soft and sweet.

"Wednesday good for you?" Brittany asks, encircling both arms around Santana's waist and stooping just enough that they're at eye level.

"Sure," Santana breathes, a dreamy and dopey grin splashed across her face. Brittany kisses her dimple and Santana wants to pinch herself. This girl. She's hoped and dreamed of this and now, now she's kissing Brittany Pierce. And holding her hand. And going on dates to Diagon Alley and sending love notes via owl post.

"Until Wednesday, then. Adieu, adieu, pretty girl."

Santana kisses her one last time before Brittany turns on the spot and apparates away.