-Future Brittana just stay with me. This is the beginning of my first Brittana fic so I hope it's decent...
The weather outside was most certainly frightful; it was snowing, each snowflake seemed to be having a race to get down to the ground first, twirling around each other gracefully then disappearing not much later. Brittany sat on the window sill staring at this, seemingly, never ending cycle of snow flakes and she was wishing that she could dance as gracefully as that. Luckily, for Brittany it was nearly Christmas so she could just ask Santa for the amazing dance skills she longed for, she did ask last year but her dad told her that Santa was busy helping the elves make cookies for the less fortunate children.
She tore her eyes away from the window and looked around the empty living room, hoping that her mother and father would come home soon so she could ask them to send a message to Santa for her. Personally, she did not see why she couldn't go and see Santa herself she was a big girl now. She had just turned nine so she should be able to go and find Santa without her parent's help. I can do this…I will do this She said to herself, grinning like the Cheshire cat, and with that she went to find her red wellington boots and raincoat.
Once she was ready, she ran up to the front door, stood on her tiptoes, and turned the door handle. She skipped merrily outside into the snow and started jumping from left to right thinking that it would stop the snowflakes from falling on her. She made it to the end of her street before getting confused and completely covered in snow; everything seemed to look the same. Did she go left or right? Santana would know, Santana knows everything she thought to herself. She turned left and carried on walking, she thought that if she went where her heart wanted her to go she would either bump into Santana or Santa.