A/N: I don't own Glee nor the characters within. So. A DD prompt for thebat-han; "If I were a cat, I'd spend all nine lives with you." - Brittberry (or Brittana) prompt. Obviously I chose Brittana (which I don't normally write). Thanks! This one is completely an exercise.


"If I were a cat, I'd spend all nine lives with you."

"Brittany?" Pulling back, Santana stared down at her.

Brittany smiled. "Totally," she nodded, tightening her grip around Santana's back, urging her to continue kissing along her face and neck, "You're my future and present and past."

Dropping her head, Santana's lips brushed along Brittany's cheek. "Britt?" she whispered, hands curling around Brittany's, "Please."

"What?" Pushing herself up on her elbows, Brittany firmed her expression, "What, Santana?"

Hot breath puffed along Brittany's jaw and mouth. "You know what," Santana murmured, teeth nipping along Brittany's neck, "Please, please stop."

Brittany's hand came up to splay along Santana's collarbones. "No," she insisted, leveling a direct stare at the other girl, "You know what I'm saying. What you're saying."

Santana closed her eyes, pushing herself back. "Can't we…" she started, shaking her head, suddenly sitting up straight and leaning enough back so she wasn't touching Brittany anymore, "Can't we just do this without putting a name to it? Without making it…" She cursed under her breath, "Making it more?"

"More?" Brittany sat back. "More?" Sounding sad and disappointed, she scooted back on the bed. "Santana, aren't I… Aren't I more?"

"Stop!" Glaring at her, Santana jerked her head to the side, "Just, stop, Britts. You're not going to get what you want. You're just not, okay? I can't give it to you." She sharpened her glare, "I can't."

Brittany's eyes shuttered. "Then what am I to you?" she spat.

Santana froze. "…B?" she asked, turning her head, turning from where she had been fixing her ponytail, "Don't ask that."

Brittany looked away. Sucking in a breath, she dropped her chin. "Give me an answer," she admitted, her voice rising, becoming more confident, "Give me an answer or get out."

"Brittany – "

"Give me an answer or get out!" Brittany snapped. "Just… Just do it."

Santana's jaw snapped shut. "I… Can't," she repeated, voice soft, regretful, pushing up from Brittany's bed, "I just can't, okay?"

Brittany closed her eyes, turning her head away. "Then…" she took a deep breath, "Then go."

"Britt – "

"Go!" Almost shaking, Brittany pointed towards the door. "I love you, Santana – I always will – but I can't agree with you not feeling the same. Not yet."

"Brittany."

Brittany pushed off her bed. "You may have all of my nine lives," she muttered, her back to Santana, "But that doesn't mean you can't hurt me. So leave. Go. Go."

Santana hesitated.

"Go," Brittany pressed, turning, deep, deep blue eyes meeting Santana's, "Go until you know what you're really feeling."

"Brittany – "

"Go. Go until it isn't confusing anymore!"