"Oh, what do you want, Pierce?"

The name hurts because it is not her own, it is not the one she was given on so many nights ago in the hum of the summer heat. Sang from lips swollen with the love of youth and a fleeting hope of a future, an eternity, together. “I just want you, Santana.” Brittany worries her lip between her teeth, awaiting a response.

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