A*N - I do not own Brittany, Santana, or Glee. Oh how different it'd be if I did.
This is my first multi-chapter story. I usually do one-shots but I'm low on the fluffy prompts that I love so much and I thought I'd try it out. There's a first time for everything right?
Let me know what you think and if I should continue or just throw in the towel and start from scratch!
The bright sun shining in the window woke Santana up. She kept her eyes shut at the bright light and despite being woken up, she smiled. Santana could feel the warm body that was lying next to her. She knew if she opened her eyes, she would see her girlfriend, Brittany. Santana could picture her already in her mind with her blonde hair and fit, tall body. She couldn't wait any longer and wanted to see the real deal for herself.
Santana slowly opened her eyes to the girl next to her. Beautiful dark hair and tan skin met her eyes...wait. That's definitely not Brittany, but it was definitely one smokin' hot girl. Santana was in fact looking into the face of…herself.
Did Brittany move a mirror and put it by the bed? That was the first thought that raced through Santana's head. One hand reaching out to touch the soft dark tresses disproved that theory.
Time for test number two. If that was her body, then whose was she in? Santana took a breath a looked down. It was a small sigh of relief that she was in Brittany's body. If she had to trade bodies with anybody, it'd be her equally smokin' hot woman.
After taking a moment to admire the naked body she was currently occupying, Santana had to think. This was a serious problem. How did this happen? This was definitely some Freaky Friday shit. What did they do to deserve this? It could be a hell of a lot worse. She could have had to trade bodies with Treasure Trail or Finnocence. She didn't want to think of that oaf feeling her body up while he occupied it. Gross. Think Santana, you're smart, what is going on?
Santana thought back to what happened last night to see if anything could have triggered this.
They had taken a two hour car ride to get to this carnival. Santana really had not wanted to go but Brittany gave her those damn puppy eyes and pouty lips and promised sexy times later. Sure, Brittany's low-cut top and short denim shorts helped her case a whole lot, but still. Carnivals are not her favorite place. There are dangerous, rickety rides, creepy looking clowns, overpriced food, and impossible games to win impossibly large stuffed animals.
As they walked hand-in-hand around the carnival grounds checking everything out, they came across a petting zoo. Santana wasn't too happy about that because of course Brittany would want to go. The last thing she needed was animal shit all over her brand new and expensive boots. Brittany had made up for it a little without even knowing it. Every time she bent down to pet an animal, she flashed Santana a great view of cleavage. Santana couldn't help but smirk and enjoy it when Brittany bounced with excitement. She couldn't help being such a perv, but who could resist, it is Brittany after all!
A few rides and a short, unhealthy meal later, they were again walking around hand-in-hand. Brittany's other hand was occupied with holding cotton candy. "Did you know that cotton candy is just flavored pieces of cloud?" Brittany's eyes were darting around taking all of the booths in. There were game booths, craft booths, souvenir booths, and even a psychic. When Brittany saw a big stuffed duck, her eyes went huge.
"Sany baby, please can we try to get the duck? It is the greatest thing I've ever seen! Besides you naked of course."
Brittany was an expert at sweet talking Santana. She knew that the Latina was proud of her body and wouldn't often let people forget it. She usually used this to her advantage when she wanted something.
With a sigh, Santana agreed, just like Brittany knew she would.
"Of course babe, anything for you."
It was a coin toss game, one where the guy greased the little bowls when he thought no one was looking. He must use the grease for his hair too because he looked the part of a major sleaze ball. About twenty dollars later, Santana decided a new approach. There was no way she was leaving without that damn duck, what her woman wants, she gets. In her true fashion, she concocted a plan that would make everybody happy. She beckoned the guy over to her and whispered in his ear. He put on a big smile and nodded. Santana turned to Brittany who was thoroughly confused by now and pulled her in for a kiss.
Brittany easily melted into the kiss and pulled Santana as she wrapped her arms around her waist. Santana allowed herself to reach down and grope her favorite ass for a short amount of time. Brittany even moaned in appreciation of the extra attention. When Santana pulled away she turned back to the guy. He was obviously trying to hide the tent in his pants as he grabbed one of the big ducks and handed it to a now grinning Brittany.
Santana didn't usually like exploiting her relationship like that. This time however, she was already worked up thanks to Brittany's enthusiasm in her outfit. She got to quench some of her hunger for her girl, the man got his show, and Brittany got her duck. Everybody wins.
"Thanks Sany, I really love it! You are the best!"
"Fuck yeah I am. My gurl gets whatevs she wants!"
"I'm going to name it Brittana! In honor of me and you, since it's our names mashed together!"
After a while of hauling the duck around and playing a few other games and such, Santana gave out the warning.
"It's getting late B, we need to start heading home. You can pick one more thing to do and then we are leaving."
Brittany was getting bored anyways and just wanted to go home and cuddle with Santana and her new duck. That's when she spotted a brightly colored sign. She was immediately drawn to it and decided that whatever it was, they should try it.
"Let's do this Sany!"
"The psychic, Britt?"
"Yes! Please? Then I promise we can go right home for sexy times and cuddling!"
"Ok then, but no funny business."
They entered the tiny tent set up for the psychic. A skinny man ushered them to a table with two chairs on one side and another on the opposite side.
"Please wait here, Esmeralda will be with you shortly."
"Oh Sany this is just like a blanket fort! We should make one of these tomorrow. Do you think we can after school and Cheerios tomorrow?"
"What are we going to use a fort for?"
"We could play games in it, make out, read Harry Pot-"
"You had me at make out, B."
Just then, Esmeralda walked into the tent and sat in the opposite chair. She smiled at the two girls. Brittany smiled back and gave a small wave and Santana just scowled, slightly weirded out by the look she was receiving from the "psychic."
"I'm Esmeralda, and I will be your psychic today. I will tell you all about your future. Would you like some tea?" As Esmeralda poured some, she couldn't help but notice how different the girls were. She was not an evil person, but she did like to have fun every now and then. Plus, the darker girl wasn't being very friendly.
Both girls accepted the drink gratefully. Brittany was genuinely thirsty and Santana just wanted something to occupy herself with. She had a very uneasy feeling about this psychic. Maybe it was just because she didn't like anybody trying to tell her anything about herself. That was something she had to overcome when coming out to show Brittany she could do it for her.
"I see that you are together, yes?" Brittany nodded enthusiastically. Santana just glared because you didn't need to be a psychic to know that. They just had a fairly public make out session not long ago.
"I see you having a trying time in your relationship coming soon." Santana scoffed a little. All relationships had ups and downs. Brittany, however, looked absolutely worried.
Before this could make Brittany any more scared, Santana put and end to it. "Let's go, babe. This broad is a fake. She is telling us things that happen pretty much everyday and they do not take a genius to figure them out." Santana grabbed Brittany's hand and were almost out the door when Esmeralda called out to them.
"You always appreciate someone more once you walk in their shoes."
Santana scoffed again and left with Brittany, mumbling "stupid fortune cookie crap" on her way out.
By the time they reached Santana's car, Brittany was still a little upset.
"Do you think we'll make it through, S?"
Santana sighed. She decided to remind her girlfriend of something. "B, you are the most amazing person I have ever known. You are so beautiful, have the most gorgeous tight little body I have ever seen, and you are the most wonderful person to everybody you meet. I have loved you since I was about six years old and I know it took me awhile to tell you that. I am not letting you go easily. I will fight for you no matter what. You are stuck with me until you won't have me anymore. Got it?"
Brittany's frown and turned to a small grin as the speech went on. By the time Santana was done, she had a million watt smile on and decided to pounce. Brittany wasted no time in pushing Santana against the car, as the duck fell to the ground, forgotten for a moment. They shared a passionate kiss that conveyed so much love. They kept their hands in respectable places, saving the best for later that night.
As they pulled apart, Brittany picked up the duck. "I love you, San" said Brittany as she buckled the duck into the backseat, using the car seat that was there for Santana's little brother. "I love you too, B, always" replied Santana as she gave her girlfriend one more kiss before opening the door for her, shutting it, and getting in herself.
Santana was smiling at the memory, but then it hit her. Something had tasted funny that night. She had ignored it at the time and was so caught up in other things later that night. By the time they got home her mind was pretty occupied with all things Brittany. The trip back had given her a lot of distractions. Brittany wiggling a little dance to the radio, Brittany's hand as it traced patterns on Santana's scantily clad thigh, Brittany's sweet lady kisses on her neck. How did they not crash?
Back to the task at hand. She had found her poison and now had to figure out the solution. Just before the eyes of the body beside her opened, she could only think one thing.
That damn tea.