"Hey. Baby." Santana mumbled, looking around the room shakily. It was two in the morning and she'd just woken up from a terrible nightmare. Brittany was out until 11pm, only managing to get to bed after midnight when she'd finished the paperwork for her studio. Not to the shock of Santana, Brittany remained fast asleep, barely flinching when Santana burrowed into her chest. She took the moment to take a few deep breaths, since the crime in their area had gotten worse, Santana was finding it a lot harder to sleep through the night, especially when Brittany wasn't home when she went to bed. Resting her head on Brittany's chest, she looked up at her peaceful, sleeping face and smiled proudly. Her wife had a faint smile, her blonde hair tied up as a mess on the top of her head.
"You look gorgeous." Santana barely whispered, resting a finger on Brittany's cheek and tracing the faint freckles that were fading since it was winter. She spent almost half an hour softly stroking her cheek, now fully awake. She had no intentions of going back to sleep anymore, hearing people walk around outside was too worrying for her so she'd given up.
"Baby. That tickles." Brittany groaned, reaching up to move her hand away. "What are you doing?" She yawned, looking at Santana who looked genuinely exhausted.
"Counting your freckles." She shrugged, letting out a huge yawn.
"I meant why are you awake?" She asked, sitting up and pulling Santana into her body. "You look exhausted."
"I couldn't get back to sleep. I've been awake since two." She nodded, stroking her thumb over Brittany's cheek, taking a minute to kiss her and wake her up a little bit.
"Well, I'm up now. You can stop staring at my freckles." She smiled "We have the day off tomorrow so what do you say that we stay up and watch a movie? We could talk about what's bothering you?" She suggested, running her hands down Santana's sides as she got her settled between her legs.
"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" Santana smiled proudly, placing her hands on Brittany's thighs, using her right hand to trace patterns on her leg.
"You can always tell me again." She pressed an innocent kiss to Santana's shoulder and started to give her a massage to help her relax. Brittany's plan was to distract Santana as much as possible, knowing that was the best way to relax them enough to go back to sleep.
"I love you more than anything." Santana took Brittany's hand in hers, kissing the backs of her knuckles. It was so intimate, they shared a beautiful moment, even if it did involve the two of them waking up in the very early hours of the morning. "Talk to me about work?" Santana asked, she was still visibly shaken from her nightmare, no matter how hard she tried to hide it from her wife.
"I'm sure you'll be bored to sleep by the time I finish telling you!" Britt giggled and her wife disagreed, stating how she could never get bored of anything Brittany talked to her about. She went on in length about her day, talking in immense detail about her new choreography with Santana insisting that she showed her what she was working on when they were both more awake. By the time they had both spoken through their days it was nearing five in the morning, the sun was just starting to rise.
"Do you think we could go out to the balcony?" Brittany asked, pulling on her robe and holding her hands out for her wife. "Maybe we could watch the sunrise and then go to bed?"
"I'd love nothing more." Santana giggled, going out and sitting in Brittany's lap. She watched the sun slowly rise with her love, not noticing as her eyes started to close and she began to fall asleep in the arms of her wife.
"Tana, baby?" Brittany yawned, noticing her fast asleep against her body. "Sleep well." She whispered, repositioning them so that she could get some rest too. Not once did she break her promise that she'd be there for Santana, whatever and whenever she needed.
