for brittana week day 6- 'college'. Enjoy!
Sitting in the middle of her bedroom floor, packing her high school life into a cardboard box ready to be taped up and put in the garage for a few years, Brittany figures she should be feeling sadder than this.
Or, you know, sad in general.
Brittany's not surprised, though; it's hard to feel sad when you're rolling up your high school certificate, the biggest 'fuck you' to anyone who ever said she couldn't do it, in preparation for college life. It's even harder to feel sad when you're getting ready to start college life with Santana.
In your own apartment lovingly paid for by your parents.
In New York City.
So, yeah, it's hard to feel sad when everything's going so perfectly.
Santana and her parents are already in New York because moving in day just happened to be on the same day as some important medical conference, so they made a trip out of it. That and they needed Santana's and Mr. L's car to transport all of the stuff Santana swore she couldn't live without.
Brittany didn't even need to ask to know Santana was talking about her entire wardrobe and the mountain of sappy rom-com DVD's she swears she doesn't own.
"You know you can't come" Brittany scratched behind Lord Tubbington's ear as he pawed at the box again, looking at her as if to say 'that's not fair.' "You've got to look after this place for me, okay?"
A few tears were shed before Brittany had to head off to the airport. Promises of 'call every week' ("I will, mom"), 'we're visiting for Christmas" ('only if you cook!'), and 'be safe' ('don't worry, mom. I have Santana with me, remember') shouted through the car open window as she drove off, leaving the dark cloud of Lima behind her.
"Are you almost done?" Brittany sat on the bed, legs crossed in front of her as she watched Santana trample on another empty box in satisfaction.
"You could have helped," she huffed, rolling her eyes when Brittany just smiled.
It had been two days since they moved in, and after finally procrastinating long enough ('I'm pretty sure they're still fine, San.' 'Come on, Britt-Britt. There's no harm in checking the bedsprings again') they were finally unpacked and settled in the small one bed-roomed apartment.
"But you were having so much fun," Brittany giggled, dodging out of the way of Santana's elbow as she bounced onto the bed.
The familiar, comfortable silence washed over them as it all began to sink in. Careful fingers ran through Santana's hair, across her brow and behind her ears with practiced ease as she dozed peacefully cuddled up on Brittany's lap.
"Hey, San?" The gentle tone of Brittany's voice pulled Santana back into semi-consciousness, rolling onto her back so she could look up at Brittany with questioning eyes. "We're home."
Home. The weight of the word almost brought tears to Santana's eyes.
This wasn't Lima. They were finally somewhere where they didn't have to watch over their shoulders- where Santana wasn't known as the 'girl from that campaign ad-' with a place they could call their own. They were slowly but surely getting everything they wanted, and more.
Feeling the gentle caress across her scalp falter made Santana realise she hadn't said anything for far too long.
"Yeah, B. We're home."