Author's Notes - Just a little fluff piece I wrote tonight while procrastinating from doing any actual work. Hope you enjoy it, and please review
Wrapped up snuggly in the warmth of her grey cardigan, Brittany sat quietly on a bench outside McKinley High. Winter was well underway in Ohio and most of the schools population had taken to staying inside during breaks in an attempt to evade the cold.
Her hand grasped a small, violet pansy firmly, turning it gently as she thought. The blonde had never been one to shy away from the cold; in fact she often embraced it. The slight nippiness in the air helped to clear her head and ease her mind, something that she was extremely grateful for of late.
Brittany let a soft sigh escape from her mouth and watched as the air clung tightly to it, turning the exhaled breath into an icy fog. Winter had always been her favourite time of the year; there was just something magical about it. Winter meant snow angels and snowball fights for hours after school; it meant building snowmen with little snow-families, dressed in beanies with miss-matching scarves; it meant drinking large mugs of hot chocolate sprinkled with cocoa and sleeping curled up tightly in the safety of her girlfriend's arms at the end of each snowy day.
The thought of her dazzling girlfriend brought a smile to the former cheerleader's chapped lips. She often had that effect on the blonde; the mere thought of the girl was enough to have the blonde giggling like a small child as she reminisced about the many adventures they had shared together in the short time they had had together, officially at least.
Bringing the flower in her hand to her nose, she inhaled, letting the scent of the petite flower fill her lungs. It was sweet and tickled her nose. Twirling the blossom between her fingers, she brushed the fingers of her other hand gently across its petals, plucking them out one at a time.
"She loves me," she sang to herself as she pulled out the first, "she loves me not." The second petal soon joined the first on the snow-covered ground beneath the blonde's feet. "She loves me," Another pluck, "she loves me not." and another. The childish game continued until only one violet petal remained attached to the flower's head.
Gazing out towards the courtyard before her, Brittany saw a tall figure walking towards her, its thick, black hair fanning out slightly behind it as it strolled ever closer. It too was wrapped up cosily, with a large parker jacket resting upon its dainty shoulders. The figure looked as if they may sink down into the snow at any moment with the weight of such bulky clothing. The sight before her would have been almost humorous had she been able to focus on anything other than the face belonging to the oncoming figure. It was a face that she had seen in her dreams for many nights, a face that she had woken up to for many mornings, a face she adored.
"You ready to go Britt?" asked the Latina girl, smiling as she reached the former cheerleader's side. Glancing up, the blonde nodded and returned the grin, getting to her feet. Taking the remaining violet flower petal in her hand, she gave it a soft tug and let it fall gently to the ground.
"Yeah, let's go S." she answered as Santana pulled her into a warm embrace; the blonde's head nuzzling into the crook of her neck as their bodies met.
She loves me
