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Cape Cod, Massachusetts, Memories

Lima, Ohio, Summer Before Senior Year

Brittany lay on Santana's bed, playing with the blanket. Santana was looking over the forms she needed to fill out for cheerleading camp that summer. She chewed on the pen in her hand.

"Hey San?" Brittany whispered.

"Hmm?" Santana replied.

"Do you really want to do cheerleading camp? I mean, Coach Sylvester told us that the instructor was about as useful as a beached whale and then said she kinda looked like one on top of that. I didn't really get much better either."

"Well then what do you suggest we do?" Santana asked. "Do you really want to stay in Lima all summer doing nothing? I think I'd kill myself." Brittany flopped onto her stomach and scooted over to the edge where Santana was leaning.

"I want to see the sunrise." She said.

"Okay. We'll get up every morning at 4 and climb onto the roof of the dorm so you can see the sunrise." Santana suggested.

"Not from cheerleading camp!" Brittany giggled. "I want to see it over the ocean!"

"Like... the Atlantic ocean..." Santana stated, turning to look at Brittany. "B, that's like... a day's worth of driving away from cheerleading camp."

"Then we're not going to cheerleading camp." Brittany replied. "Come on, San... my aunt lives right on the beach. We could stay with her!"

"Your... gay... aunt." Santana clarified.

"Yeah, she's happy."

"And married to a woman." The brunette pointed out.

"That too." Brittany added. "Come on, San, we could go there for a few days, and then... we'll see! If you want to come back and do cheerleading camp. But can we go? Pleaassee? This'll be the last vacation we'll have as high school students. Pleeaaassee?" She pouted and gave Santana puppy dog eyes. Santana sighed.

"B, this is ridiculous. We haven't planned anything out!"

"Sure we did!" Brittany flopped on her back and started counting on her fingers. "You have a car. I have an aunt. Let's go!"

"That's not what I mean, B. I mean we can't just up and leave. I have to clear it with my parents and you have to clear it with yours. And then we have to call up your aunt..." Without warning, Brittany got off the bed and all but sprinted downstairs. Santana gave an exasperated sigh and chased after her, knowing full well what she was going to do. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where her mom was preparing dinner.

"Hey, Mrs. Lopez!" Brittany chimed in.

"Hi girls, dinner isn't ready yet." Mrs. Lopez said.

"Um... I was wondering..."

"Mom, don't listen to her. She's gone crazy." Santana interjected. Brittany shot her a "hush you" look before continuing.

"So... Santana and I..."

"Just her, mom. Not me."

"Well, I was thinking that since it was the last summer before junior year..."

"It's the only summer before junior year." Santana corrected but Brittany ignored her.

"I wanted to take Santana and go out to the east coast! My aunt Katie lives over there and I'm sure she'd be happy to let us stay with her for a couple of days."

"What about cheerleading camp?" Mrs. Lopez asked.

"I dunno. Maybe we'll skip it." Brittany shrugged.