Hi Everyone! This is my first glee fanfic so I know it will be terrible. Oh, and don't expect too much smut because I'm pretty young, so I don't really want to write that stuff. Also, I had a really hard time getting into Santana's POV, I'm not a bitter sarcastic bitch. My approach, use as many curse words as possible. God, I feel guilty typing them into the keyboard. On that note, enjoy my fanfic.
DISCLAIMER:I don't own any characters, or even the nicknames. If you've ever heard it before, it's not mine. So, I have a terrible sense of time so it's going to be totally bent, probably
Brittany's POV:
I was preparing for the next episode of my awesome show, "fondue for two" I really felt like The last episode went really well, I had Tina and Mercedes come over. Lord Tubbington came on the show, and everyone loved him. Though for some reason they seemed a little bit weired out by Lord Tubbington. I don't know why, he's only a kitty. Don't they like cats? I like cats. So, so much. I would marry Lord Tubbington but San told me that kind of marriage is only legal in Alaska. Besides, I think that counts as cheating on San. She also told me they shot guns in Alaska though, and I don't like it when people shoot guns. Like, what if they missed and hit an animal? So, I told Lord Tubbington that we couldn't get married. He seemed disappointed, but he got happier when I told him that he was going to switch to South beach. I don't think Lord Tubbington liked Atkins very much. I always know when he doesn't like his diet. So Lord Tubbington and me are really happy now, and you don't have to worry.
I'm worried about San, though. Ever since I told her about coming on this show to tell everyone that we were going to prom, she's been really sad. It's like that time when I gave her that T-shirt and she didn't wear it because she didn't want anyone to know she's Lebanese. I don't get it though. She told me she loved me, but she doesn't want anyone else to know. Also we can't kiss in public. That doesn't make sense. Santana likes kissing people, I know that because she told me so. She also likes doing other things with people, but she told me I'm not supposed to talk about that to strangers. Anyway, I had this awesome plan; I'm going to ask her to prom on this show. All she has to do is say yes. She says that a lot, so it shouldn't be so hard to say it for her. At least that's what gave me the idea. Normally my ideas get overlooked, but apparently this one was good. That will show Artie for calling me stupid. I don't think he meant to hurt me, but people call me that a lot, and it hurts. I don't know why it is, but everyone does it, and Artie was the only one who didn't. Until he did.
So now I can go to prom with San. All I had to do was to go say why I loved Santana, and ask her. She said that it would be different after we did this. I understand that, I understand hate. I don't understand why people hate though. It's so confusing. I hate it when people cry. Especially San. She said she's ready though, and I will make sure nobody makes her cry. She's my best friend and now the only one who doesn't think I'm stupid.
I have to get all the equipment ready now. I thought it would be easy to do this because of all the bright colors on the stringy things, and bright colors mean easy. But you're supposed to put things with colors that don't even match. San had to help me set it up this time, but I think that I can do it next time. Even if it does make my head hurt sometimes.
There was a linking light, and San told me that meant that I had to start talking. "Hi, everyone." I said. " I'm Brittany S. Pierce and welcome to fondue for two. We were going to dip raw meat in boiling chocolate, but San convinced me that it would be better to dip raw meat in boiling oil instead. She's really smart. Also, I'd like to congratulate Lord Tubbington on losing five pounds. Now, my guest today is Santana Lopez." I waited for San to come in. It took a while.
She was smiling, but her face seemed wrong somehow. "Hello everyone." She said shakily. I smiled at her. San was so good at introductions. People never looked confused after she said something. Well, there was that one time when she told puck that she didn't want to go out with him…
" Hi, Santana. I think you look super sexy today." Santana shot me a look that she normally uses if I've done something wrong. But I know she likes me saying she's sexy today. When I say that she likes to make out with me. " Santana, do you have any rumors you'd like to tell us today?" I asked.
"Well, I do have this great story-" she said. Then she stopped. She got a determined look on her face and changed mid-sentence. " No, Brit." She said, " I have absolutely nothing to tell you, so you'd better start with whatever it is you have planned."
I was confused. "But San, I thought you knew the plan already? I'm supposed to ask you to prom, and you're supposed to say yes so everyone knows you're Lebanese. And it's going to be really easy." Santana didn't really look like anything, she was just pale white. I figured I should go on with the plan. "San, You're one of the most awesome people I ever met. Even if you don't love yourself, I love you and I think you're super hot and I want to have lots of make out sessions and lots of-" San cut me off.
"Yes. Yes I will go to the prom with you, Brit."
Santana's POV:
Shit, I was crazy nervous about this whole stupid fucking thing. Maybe it wasn't such a great idea to do this whole thing on some fricking stupid web show. I'd just text Brit and tell her I couldn't do it. She'd probably interview her fricking cat and be just as happy.
Come on, Santana, I told myself, being all fucking cowardly isn't going to get you anywhere with Brit. Sure she and Artie are broken up, but how long do you think that's going to last? He'll probably come around saying he's so fricking sorry and she'll just let him come back and take her away. Bastard! Brit is mine. I gritted my teeth and put away my phone. I couldn't back down now, not when there was only a slight chance that I might get Brit all for myself. I guess I really did love her, not just using her. Besides, any other guy than Artie would have made sure she wasn't cheating on them in a much more tactful way. So, basically I'm screwed if I do, screwed if I don't.
I got out my best outfit, so I didn't look like the slut I am in front of the whole school. Not that I don't care about appearing slutty, but it's a little different if you know everyone's eyes will be on you. I decided to wear my Lebanese shirt, because I know it will make Brit happy. Looking at my watch, I cursed. There was no time for me to get over to Brit's unless I left right then, at that exact moment.
I ran outside to my car, good looks be damned. There was no time. Brit would never forgive me if I didn't show up after all she did to prepare. She'd be heartbroken and run to Artie. I couldn't let that happen, now that the worst part of the decision-making was over. And she was finally all mine. Honestly, I couldn't believe my own luck at times.
Although, it's pretty fucking bad luck to be a lesbian in this stupid homophobic town. I want to just go kill every one of those stupid bastards. Especially that damns Karofsky. I swear, it may have been a good idea in the beginning, to get Brit back. But now she'll be mine without him, and I'm dumping his ass as soon as I see him again.
Though, now he's under my thumb, so some good can come of this whole stupid shit about dating. If he ever comes near my Brit, He'll never be able to have children. And I'll out his ass in front of the whole school. Kurt may have some sort of shit about morals, but I get what I want, and I'll always be on top, no matter what it takes.
I'm so distracted as I drive to Brit's house that I almost drive off the road several times. Even if Karofsky is taken care of, there's some much damn hate at this school. I don't plan on being slushied ever again. It's happened to me a few times, and I have never liked it. The first time, I swore it was never going to happen again. Ever.
But all that goes out the window when I do this with Brit. Slushie facials every day are what I'll have to deal with. But I can do it, for Brit's sake. Oh god, I've never wanted someone like I want Brit. Now I get to show her that I really love her, and she's really shown me who I am.
I knew that Brit loved glee club, and I wanted to sing a song to her. Maybe she would after they got this whole thing over. All I wanted was to show Brit how much I loved her, and wanted to be loved back. I suddenly got an idea. Sure, it was a song normally performed by boys, but she'd have to be doing that a lot if she wanted to include the word girl in any of her. And this song was great for Brit-straightforward with nothing to confuse her. This was going to be great.
As the camera turned on, I calmed myself and focused on Brit in front of me on not the computer that I knew was working perfectly, capturing every moment of our exchange. The beginning was rocky, but it was over, out. Like ripping off a band-aid. The words were ringing in my ears, but I came to my senses soon enough to cut Brit off before she detailed exactly what it was we liked to do together.
"Yes, Yes I will go to the prom with you, Brit," I said. It was out, and there was no denying it. If there was any possible doubt, it was gone now. "But I'd like to sing something for you first. It really means a lot to me that you asked me to prom" I said.
I set everything up ,pressed play, and began to sing. I'd changed it so it was easier to sing the notes, but it was essentially the same.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Someone to love,
Somebody new.
Someone to love,
Someone like you.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Love, love me do.
You know I love you,
I'll always be true,
So please, love me do.
Whoa, love me do.
Yeah, love me do.
Whoa, oh, love me do.
Whoa, oh love me do
Why don't cha love me do
I finished, breathing a bit heavily. I looked at Brit; her face was shining. I felt my heart lift. " I do love you, San," she told me. I looked into her eyes and shut the camera off so we could have our first kiss as a real couple.