AN: This story literally came to me in a dream.
People always told her she was beautiful, that boys would chase after her once she got to high school. They told her that she shined like the sun, and that her smile was like pearls. Her mother called her "Mi sol". At the age of 14 she was like gold, beautiful.
Her father was never around much, in fact, she has never met her father. Her father was like talc, if you hold onto him to hard, he breaks away.
The older she got, the more beautiful she became. She could no longer be compared to gold though. She was no longer soft and easy to mold, she was strong now. She slowly became like silver, clearly reflecting the image others put onto her.
Silver tarnishes over time, becoming dark, and dull.
By the time she was sixteen she was tarnished. Her father never being in her life made her feel lost, so she turned to other males for company. She became more tarnished each time she got up off the bed, picked up her clothes, and walked out.
Santana was almost seventeen when she met Brittany.
Santana was surprised. Brittany was different. She wasn't tarnished by high school and the people in it. She was just herself. Brittany was beautiful, and had a soft interior, like gold. Santana saw in Brittany what she once was, happy.
They never talked much, until they had art class together. Brittany painted with color. Beautiful color, striking. Santana would paint dark scenes. Brittany asked Santana why she painted with such dark colors one day.
Santana replied "I'm tarnished."
Brittany, being who she is, offered to shine her up.
They laughed.
To this day they carry on being friends, laughing and talking.
Santana smiles as they link pinkies and walk down the hall. She shines more now, more then she ever has. Brittany being there made her life easier, and brighter.
Even the most tarnished piece of silver can be shined up and made beautiful again, all it takes is patience, and the right person.
~END