A/N: I spent 12 hours making a fanvid, which is actually not that good, but since it's my first, it's passable. Anyway, I have all these feels. Oh, and I have to pimp the vid out: randomcanbian. post/24957749825/santana-lopez-lyings-the-most-fun-a-girl-can
Santana's scrolling down her dash when she sees a fanvid. It's about some character this celebrity plays. A lot of people say she looks a lot like Naya Rivera. I mean sure, they're both smoking hot, but, other than that, she doesn't really see it.
She right-clicks and opens the video in a new tab. She waits for it to load; she doesn't have much to do anyway.
The video's done loading and she places on her headphones and plays it. She hears the opening notes to Panic's Lying's the Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off. The video goes on and Santana realizes something.
Yup, she's definitely a lesbian.
I have more wit, a better kiss
A hotter touch, a better fuck
Santana wakes up and the first thing she realizes is that there's a song playing. The second thing she realizes is that the fanvid she was watching was on repeat. The third thing she realizes is that Brittany's sitting next to her watching it.
"She's hot, isn't she?"
Santana sees that Brittany has her poker face on, the only thing giving it away is a twinkle of mischief in her eyes.
"Gorgeous too."
What's Brittany doing? Getting her jealous? 'Cause it's not working. No. Not at all.
"I heard that she's on this shitty television show, but when they actually give her decent scenes, she acts the hell out of it."
Hey! She's been acting since midschool. Sure, she was trying to hide herself, and she shouldn't be proud of it, but still!
"And when she sings, half the time, her voice is like liquid sex. The other half sounds like she's trying to tear your heart to pieces. And it works."
Brittany's just trying to make her jealous. Brittany's just trying to make her jealous. Brittany's just trying to make her jealous.
When did she become a fan anyway?
Santana sulks. Maybe Brittany should just run away and marry her if she thinks she's so perfect.
Brittany scratches her head and yawns. She stands up to go back to bed.
"You know what, I'm still tired." She lies on the cover and pats the space nest to her. "Come on. Cuddle with me."
"Why don't you get Naya to do it?"
Brittany raises her hands behind her head and smirks.
"Maybe I should. D'you know where she is?"
What? Santana pouts and crosses her arms, then shrinks in her sink.
"You should know! You clearly like her more than me."
Santana hears rustling, and before she knows it, she's being carried bridal style to the bed.
"No Brittany, stop it."
"I know you like it when I do this."
"That was before you fell in love with Naya."
"Hey," Brittany says as she lays Santana on the bed.
"Naya's pretty great and all, but I—" A kiss on her forehead. "—already have—" A kiss on the left cheek. "—the most perfect—" A kiss on the right. "—girlfriend." A kiss on the lips. "Ever."
Santana melts. But just a little.
"You were drooling over her."
"No, I was merely stating common knowledge. You, little mouse, was the one drooling."
"Hmmmph." Brittany cuddles next to her, but Santana keeps her arms crossed.
"You know a lot of people say you look like her."
"I don't see it."
"Me too. You're better."
She gives in and cuddles Brittany back.
"I love you, but you're still fucking mean."
"Mhhhmm. You know you love it."
"No, I love you."
"See."
"Mhhhhmmmm."
Brittany's really comfy, and Santana starts to drift to sleep.
"Remind me to show you Heather Morris later."
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