Author's Note: This is just a short fluffy piece based on my own personal headcanon. I'm sure many of you out there will gladly accept it as true :). Hope everyone enjoys tomorrow's episode! Brittana is on. Brittana was always on.
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It's mid-July and they're driving home from a day visit to OU. They have to stop so Santana can pee. She's had too much Diet Coke and is now cursing under her breath about how full her bladder is. They pull over at an old gas station on the side of the highway.
"Here," Santana says, handing Brittany her debit card as she gets out of the car, "can you just fill it up to, like, 20? I'll be right back."
She nearly sprints inside the store. Brittany takes her time getting out of the passenger seat and approaching the gas pump. She inserts the debit card into the reader and waits to enter the PIN. She's known Santana's PIN since Santana first got the card, back in freshman year. "Britt, check it out," Santana had said, proudly waving the card between her fingers. "Our new lease on shopping."
Brittany enters 3-4-3-4 into the card reader. It doesn't work.
Brittany frowns, wondering if she spaced out and entered her own PIN by mistake, and re-enters the card. The reader requests the PIN again. She punches in 3-4-3-4 very deliberately, making sure her fingers press down forcefully on the PIN pad.
It doesn't work.
"Huh," Brittany mutters.
She tries one more time, and when the card still won't work, she decides to wait for Santana.
"Feel better?" she asks when Santana comes back outside, pulling her Ray-Bans down over her eyes.
"Way better," Santana says. "Like I just lost ten pounds. Did you fill up?"
"No, it wouldn't work," says Brittany. "I tried it like three times. Something's wrong with it."
Santana steps closer and tries the card herself. She enters 3-4-3-4 and waits.
The card reader won't accept it.
"That's weird..." says Santana. "I wonder why it's not—oh."
"What?"
"Nothing, I just…forgot I changed the PIN."
She swipes the card again. When the reader requests her PIN, she steps closer to the machine, blocking Brittany's view a little bit, and punches the keypad so fast that Brittany almost misses which numbers she's choosing.
The card reader beeps. Lift handle and select grade.
"It worked?"
"Yeah."
"San…" Brittany starts, wondering if she saw the numbers correctly. "Your new PIN…?"
"What about it?" Santana says, lifting the gas pump and pushing it into her car.
Brittany frowns at her. "It's 0-5-1-4."
Santana stares at the gas pump. "Mm-hmm," she says quietly.
"0-5-1-4. May 14th. That's my birthday."
Santana looks up at her. Brittany's biting her lip, trying not to grin too big.
"Did you purposely choose my birthday?" Brittany asks.
Santana pulls on her earring and looks away, embarrassed. "Well, I…I got a new card and I had to choose a new PIN, and my dad always picks my mom's birthday for his PIN , so I just thought…."
She trails off and gestures at the machine. Brittany beams at her.
"Is that weird?" Santana asks Brittany. "I just thought it would be nice to be able to think of you when I'm doing something mundane like, you know, typing in a PIN code."
Brittany steps forward and wraps Santana in a hug, squeezing her as tightly as possible, their bare arms touching and radiating heat in the summer sun.
"You are the cutest fucking thing ever," Brittany whispers.
Santana laughs. "Or the lamest."
"Definitely the cutest."
Brittany pulls away from her and taps on Santana's sunglasses. Then she smiles and gets back in the car.
Santana holds a hand on the gas pump and watches Brittany through the window. She's scrolling through the music on Santana's iPhone, looking for a new song to play. Santana feels the sun beat down on the back of her neck. It's so hot and so perfect.