I am sorry this took forever. I had this uploaded on my fanfic page, but not here. This is for all of those people who stuck it out and read my first story. You helped me more than I can explain.

Epilogue: This is the Place I Call My Home

“You look at me like you could save me.

You could, you know.”

Try, Zach Berkman

THREE YEARS LATER

I woke up so early.

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Title: Lost Letters
Author: sari_m (privatephilosopher)
Summary: Santana contemplates on her relationship with Brittany.
Rating: G
Spoilers: mentions of both seasons.

I need to write something to express how I feel about all these Season 3 rumors.

Just like all my works, this is un-beta-ed. Tell me what you think. :)

Lost Letters

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“Do you believe in heaven?”

It’s been two days since our moment in the choir room. It’s around six in the afternoon and we’re sitting cross-legged in the balcony of the hotel suite, picking out random people from the streets below and creating ridiculous imaginary stories of their lives. Of course, Brittany’s theories are far more creative than ( Read more... )

Chapter Eight: Not Myself

“I need you more than you'll ever know. I still do, willing to let it show.”

Silence, Aly & AJ

I snap the phone shut with a loud snap. For a short moment I just sit on the ground, thinking the information through. It’s a struggle to sort through my emotions. I have no idea how I feel, or how I should be feeling. ( Read more... )

Santana’s crying.

I watch her, at a complete loss. My mind goes on overdrive as I try to figure out why she’s sobbing so intensely. I replay the conversation in my mind, but nothing I’ve said seems particularly hurtful or overly sentimental. The only conclusion I can reach is that she’s crying because I’m offering her my pinky.

Hurt floods ( Read more... )