Some people believe in love at first sight. It's a tricky feat, falling in love; especially if you fall in love just by seeing someone for the first time. It's hard to believe in something like that, what with the pain and fear that inevitably follows. But, people will never know what's possible if they don't face that pain and fear head on, will they?

It seems like Heather can't take a few "sweet lady kisses"...

"How long will I love you?" Santana asked herself. She didn't know the answer yet. But she's sure she's dying the moment she heard the news that Brittany and Sam are moving in together. She just want answers. Why does Brittany can't tell her to just leave? That she didn't want Santana in her life instead of just leaving her clueless on what is happening. How long can she love her?

Santana and Brittany are both highly skilled chefs who apprenticed under the same mentor. Somewhere between the long hours enduring the heat of the kitchen and their shared passion for cooking, they fell in love. For Santana, Brittany was The One and her future plans reflected that. As for Brittany...well, she took a different approach. Chef Brittana AU with a dash of holiday cheer! PSA: I have written this story for the Brittana fandom. Should you see a version of this story published by anyone else but myself on any other site, know that it is unauthorized, stolen work.

I, Brittany S. Pierce, am madly in love and hopelessly devoted to her. Three-shot.

How Santana pronounced her love for Brittany. One shot.

"Santana?" A soft, familiar voice whispers unsurely. You know that voice. You know that voice by heart. You whip your head around and stare wide eyed at the figure of your past as she looks down at you with her blue, sparkling eyes. Her face morphs into a sweet smile under her fuzzy, blue hat as she recognizes you.

A chance meeting at a New Year's Eve party. One-shot.

Brittana. Short story. Enjoy. I do not own anything.