I want to thank everyone who is following my other Brittana fiction "Interruptions." I will be updating it before too long but I thought I would start this one as well. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it!

Puffity Puff Puff

I love this very much.

It's my favorite thing in the world...Okay, second...Oh fuck, third...

Please don't tell her that I counted it as more important than her. I'd be in the dog house until I was grey. At one point however, she loved it too. Just as much as me. We bonded over it. In fact, it's how we met...I had it and she needed it and I gave it to her...Then you know...we did the logical thing and fucked. A lot. Everything from that point on was blissful! We fell deeply in love and moved in together. She was funny and sweet and smart and things couldn't have possibly been better. It was all fantastic until one fateful day...the day she decided...

"I can't do it anymore."

"What?"

"You heard me. I can't do it anymore. I'm done. It's over."

"But you love it. WE love it! It's our THING!" She rolled her eyes.

"Our THING is KILLING us! WE have to start thinking about the future and you know it." This is where she lost me. Future? Who cares about that? I want satisfaction NOW!

"But but…"

"No buts! I am done and I really hope you will join me in this decision."

"So basically, because you've decided it's not for you anymore; you're demanding that I stop too."

"No, I'm just hoping you will join me on this journey. In this new phase of my life. Because I love you and I want to walk all important paths in life while holding your hand. This is a big change for me and I really want to know that you are there by my side every step of the way. Besides, I'm not the only one who got carried away. You know you've gotten pretty….dependant on it as of late…"

"Seriously? I'm fine, I don't know what you're talking about." I folded my arms defiantly.

"Fine, don't quit." She shrugged. "But," She pointed at me with authority. "do NOT do it around me."

That is how things went at the beginning of her discontinuation of what I considered to be a fun and relaxing hobby. But then she started to get more and more demanding about the whole thing. She got to the point that she would say weird shit that I couldn't even fathom.

"No. Stop."

"But but..."

"No, I mean it. I said no so please STOP." My hands removed themselves for their preferred location aka her boobs.

"But WHY?" She was silent for a painful moment before finally telling me her reason.

"You smell like ass."

"WHAT?!" I sniffed myself. "No I don't!" Okay, I had a mild case of B.O. but I definitely wouldn't have classified it as 'ass.'

"I just can't when you do that...It's just not a turn on."

"You used to think it was fine! MORE than fine!" I winked suggestively. She shook her head solemnly in return.

"Well, I'm sorry but I don't anymore." I huffed and rolled away from her.

"I liked it better when we smelled like ass TOGETHER." I could feel her eyes making a circular motion.

"I'm sorry, I really am, but the smell bothers me now. I can't help it." I threw my hands in the air.

"You're impossible!"

"No, I'm not. The solution is simple. Just quit, it will make everything so much easier. You have no reason to continue anyway."

But I did. I liked it! My love for it had grown over the years. I had even found my favorite kind! We had BONDED! And she wanted to take that away from me! When you love somebody you don't take away things that they love from them. It's just not DONE.

"Well, you want to know what I don't like?" I rolled back over to face her. "I don't like how you are trying to change me. That's what I don't like."

"I'm NOT trying to change you!"

"YES YOU ARE! You KNEW the kind of person I was when you met me and I've never hid that from you. Maybe from the rest of the world but not you. You are PUSHING me to be something I don't want to be!"

"NO, I'm ENCOURAGING you to quit something that is bad for you!"

"But but..."

"Listen...I'm gonna be honest." She looked down at her hands for a moment and then back into my eyes. "With the way things are I am having a harder and harder time thinking about the future. The future I want with you. It hurts me to watch you slowly throw that away. To not even care that it hurts me. And…despite what you think, you are not invincible and I don't want to watch your world crash. Our world crash. It's not just a social thing for you anymore, you're addicted. And I'm giving you this intervention because I love you. Honey, you ARE out of control."

"No, I'm not! I don't even do it that much."

"Really?" She picked up a big carton on her night stand. "This was full last night and it's a third gone already. We could have gone on a vacation to Hawaii if you would have just quit."

"But but..."

"No buts." she wrapped her arms around me and held me in a warm embrace. "I want you to not only do this for yourself, but also for what could be a long amazing future together."

And then she said it.

"Santana...I want you to quit smoking."

DUN DUN DUN! So is Brittany being reasonable? Should Santana just quit even though she likes it? Aren't you really just relieved that this story isn't about Jigglypuff? Okay, now you're probably disappointed that it isn't now that I mentioned it. Haha. Thank you for reading. I'm very much a fan of reviews. They make my heart go aflutter. Like what Santana feels when she sees a breadstick. :D