It was finally here. Brittany had woken up at the crack of dawn, too excited to continue sleeping, which was followed by making breakfast for her girl and good morning kisses, well, mostly kisses.. okay it started as kisses. The pancakes were cold by the time they got around to eating them, whipped cream all melted and runny, but totally still delicious all the same. There was really no need for her to have been up that early, considering the moving truck hadn't been due to arrive until after lunch, but Brittany felt like a kid on Christmas. She couldn't sit still. She had been looking forward to today all week, she might have finished packing all her stuff in boxes about a week before. She was excited, but could you really blame her? Her and Santana were moving into their own apartment, they were engaged, this time next year they would be wives. The smile on her face was blinding. Bring it on, she is so ready.
Getting their stuff to the new apartment took forever. From the old place to the truck, from the truck up to the new place. So many stairs, so much stuff. The movers mostly just complained about how women have too much stuff, and in the moment Brittany had to agree, but finally everything was moved and now they both stood in the middle of the apartment, surrounded by boxes. "This must be what Godzilla feels like."
