A/N: This is based on something that happened when I was in kindergarten, and I figured it would make a good Brittana fic. This is my first time writing kid fic and my first time writing Brittana, so I'm not sure I pulled it off well. All reviews and concrit are amazing.
Disclaimer: You remember that Lucy plot that I'm totally disregarding in this fic? Well, that wouldn't have been there if I owned Glee. Draw your own conclusion.
They were at it again.
"I'm going to marry Finn," Rachel said proudly.
"Don't be silly. I'm way more beauteous than you," Quinn said, trying to show off her vocabulary. "I'm going to marry Finn."
Both girls turned to Finn. "Um, I choose Quinn? Rachel's kind of funny looking."
"Finn's hurting my fee-" Rachel started to whine before Puck cut her off.
"I'm marrying Mercedes. Marrying black chicks is cool or something."
"Noah, that's racist," Rachel said.
"It's not racist if I say something good."
"But you're supposed to treat all races the same!"
"I'm going to marry Mike," Tina cut in. "When I have play dates with him, I get green tea ice cream."
"I'm going to marry Santana," Brittany said.
There was a pause in the conversation. After a few awkward seconds, Quinn started laughing. "Brittany, you can't marry Santana. That doesn't make sense."
"It too makes sense. She's my best friend in the whole world."
"Girls don't marry girls. Girls marry boys. You marrying Santana would be as silly as me marrying Kurt," Puck said, gesturing over at Kurt, who was carefully scrutinizing his Lunchables in the hopes of achieving the perfect cheese to cracker ratio.
"My dads," Rachel started, before Quinn cut her off.
"Your dads are freaks. My dad said they were. Girls marry boys. Boys marry girls. End of story," Quinn said.
The conversation returned to normal, as Artie announced, "I'm going to marry Rachel."
Brittany knew she shouldn't have been so upset with what had happened in school. Quinn was way smarter than her, but Quinn was wrong. Girls could totally marry girls, and boys could totally marry boys. Bert and Ernie did it. Still, what Quinn had said was really bothering her.
"Did you have a bad day in school, sweetie?" Ms. Pierce said, sitting down next to Brittany. She had apparently noticed that something was wrong.
"Yeah, kind of," Brittany said. "I remembered all the words to the song we sang during circle time, and I was really happy, but then we had lunch, and everyone was talking about who they were going to marry. And then I said I was going to marry Santana, and everyone laughed at me, and Quinn told me that girls don't marry girls."
Mrs. Pierce smiled, "You want to marry Santana?"
"Well, yeah. She's my best friend, and isn't the person you marry supposed to be your best friend? Because when you're marrying someone, you're saying that they're your best friend in the whole world, so you want to live with them and eat breakfast with them and play games with them. But then Quinn said that I could only marry boys."
"Listen, honey," Mrs. Pierce said. "There are a lot of people who think that girls shouldn't be allowed to marry girls. Those people include Quinn's parents, so I'm not surprised that she said you couldn't marry a girl. But those people are very foolish, because if you really want to spend your life with someone, it shouldn't matter whether they're a boy or a girl. Now, it's going to be a long time before you get married, Brittany. You might not even know the person you're going to marry yet. But when you do marry, you should marry whoever makes you happiest, and I will love you whether that person is a boy or a girl."
"So I can marry Santana?"
"If in twenty years, you still want to marry Santana, I would be delighted to see you two get married."
Brittany smiled. Quinn had totally been wrong.