Title: Mine
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Summary: Ever since she was a little girl, Brittany's mom taught her that "sharing is caring". Santana, on the other hand, never really liked the idea. It wasn't until the first day of middle school that Santana changed her mind.
Ever since she was a little girl, Brittany's mom taught her that "sharing is caring" and the reason she had to share her toys with her little sister was because she loved her very, very much. And she did. So she didn't mind sharing with Lindsay.
Santana, on the other hand, was an only child and never really liked the idea of sharing. Her dad was rich and her mom always told her that her toys were really expensive and that she should take really good care of them. So why would she let anyone play with them? What if they break it?
In fact, one of Santana's favorite words during kindergarten was "mine". And this possessiveness wasn't just with toys; it included her favorite chair, her spot on the jungle gym and the red crayon that was hers and nobody else's.
It wasn't until the first day of middle school that Santana changed her mind.
Santana knew middle school was no high school yet, but she still had to "behave like a big girl and try not to get in a fight on the first day". Her mom's words, not hers.
She got inside her classroom and sit on the third row. She didn't want to be one of the nerd kids practically sitting on the teacher's lap, but didn't want to sit on the back either and risk having one of those weird boys by her side.
The teacher started by saying her name and explained that for the first day she would try something different. Santana got distracted by the little gasp of excitement from the girl by her side. She tried to cast a glance at said girl, but almost fell of her chair when she met the bluest eyes standing only inches away from her and heard the girl whispering "Miss Brown looks really fun. I already like her!"
Santana stared at the girl and could only notice how her hair looked like it was made of sunshine, but also how her upper body was mostly on Santana's side of the table. Seriously, doesn't this girl have any sense of personal space?
Returning her attention to the front of the class, she could gather something about snacks and a movie. Yep, she definitely liked this teacher too.
After giving each one of the kids a pack of cookies, the teacher told them to form a line and wash their hands before the movie.
The girl by her side, of course, was the first one in line and when Santana got back to her sit she found the blonde staring to the white board which was now projecting the opening credits for whatever movie they'd be watching.
A few minutes into the movie a pale hand reached for Santana's pack of cookies, opened it and started absently nibbling on one of them. Santana could not believe this girl. Was she really eating her cookie without even asking? Not that she would share if she did, because, let's be real here, Miss Brown did give her one pack too, right?
As if to send a message to the girl, Santana took one cookie and started eating it. But that didn't faze the blonde, who just shook her head and reached for another cookie with what Santana could swear was a smirk on her lips.
The movie was long forgotten by the Latina who could only focus on the little dance of hands happening on her table: whenever she reached for a cookie the blonde girl did the same. Santana was getting pretty pissed by the whole thing but she remembered what her mother said and just tried to ignore the blonde when all she really wanted to do was to tell her to get off her cookies a'fore she went all Lima Heights on her.
When she noticed that there was only one cookie left Santana stopped her hand mid-air. Not because she cared if the girl would want it, but because this time the blonde had been faster and reached for the cookie first. So, standing there with her mouth agape, Santana could not believe the audacity of the girl. Isn't this a rule or something? Never ask for the last bite, or the last piece of gum? That was her freaking last cookie. And most importantly that was her freaking cookie.
When she was starting to picture different scenarios on which the blonde would choke on her cookie, she noticed that instead of eating it, the girl broke it in half, and locked eyes with her for the first time since the start of the movie. Now, honestly, how could Santana stay mad when the girl handed her half of the cookie with a megawatt smile that could probably light up a small city somewhere in the world?
This wasn't supposed to happen. She should have slashed this girl. By this time she should be yelling at her in Spanish. But yet, she just watched the girl go as the bell rang.
Later that day, on the way to her house, Santana fumbled for her iPod in her backpack and that's when she noticed her untouched pack of cookies. Oh, no. Damn it. She'd been eating the girl's cookies the whole time while her pack remained stacked between books and nail files.
For the first time in probably forever Santana felt ashamed. She's been judging the girl while she was the creepy one who ate half of someone's cookies and made absolutely no effort to look grateful, in fact, she was pretty sure the nicest emotion she displayed was annoyance.
The girl had been nothing but nice to her and now she probably thinks Santana is a jerk.
The next day during lunch, Brittany was trying really hard to smile because her mom always says that "a smile a day keeps the doctor away" or was it an apple? It didn't matter; Brittany didn't fell like smiling today.
Middle school was supposed to be fun. Like Miss Brown's class yesterday. She didn't give them a pop quiz or any homework at all, and she even let them watch a movie for the entire first period. That was really fun.
But now, Brittany felt like a sad little panda. Why? Well, after her little misunderstand on science class, a mean boy called her stupid and everybody laughed at her. How was she supposed to know that cats can't read? Lord Tubbington steals her dad's newspaper all the time.
Brittany was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice the seat beside her had been occupied and she wasn't sitting by herself anymore. Not until a cookie was placed in front of her.
Following the hand and peeking up the length of the arm she was greeted with a shy smile. It was the pretty Latina from the day before, only this time she didn't look so mad.
"What is this?" Brittany asked in a small voice.
"A cookie" the girl answered simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. But Brittany could tell by the little smile dancing on her lips that she didn't mean it the way the other kids use to. That made her feel more at ease. She liked this girl.
"It's my turn to share." And there it was. A smile that, judging by the girl's almost permanent scowl, Brittany assumed only a few people had a chance to see. A smile that made her heart suddenly flutter.
And just like that all the laughing from the science class didn't seem to matter anymore. Brittany felt like a happy little duckie now.
"I'm Brittany" the blond girl said stretching her hand in front of the brunette.
"Santana" the smaller girl took the hand, marveled with the contrast of caramel skin mixing with milky white.
"Great, now you can be my best friend. And, if you want, I can be yours" the blond said, and she was so happy that she clapped her hands rapidly and bounced on her seat making her sunshine hair wiggle in the ponytail.
Taken aback by the sudden outburst Santana could only nod, that silly smile never leaving her lips. Not even when she took a deep breath and mouthed the word "mine".