Brittany's POV
"Britt look I..I" she stuttered
Man is she nervous? She normally only had a stutter when she was trying to say something about her feelings.
Wait stutter? Oh man it is a feelings thing.
"I want to be with you" she finally got her words out.
"I want to be with you too Santana" I said back softly.
Suddenly I noticed a box like thing cutting into the back of my neck.
"I'm San. What's in your hand?" I questioned looking Into her eyes
"Um..um... It's a..um.. Promise ring" she's stuttered
"And you want me to wear it?"
"Y-yeh" she said smiling
"If you wear mine" I said back
"Deal" she was smiling a huge smile across her face now.
We stood in the middle of a busy New York street and have each other our rings.
I took santanas hand in mine. Man her hand fits mine like it was made for it. How could I have ever dated anyone else.
We walked hand in hand back to my place where we laid on my bed and Santana wrapped her arms loosely around my torso and rested her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her and gently traced her arm with my finger tips.
How I missed this. We just led there, we didn't have to say anything we just appreciated being back in each other's grips one again.
And this time I didn't want to let her slip through my fingers.
