A/N: Written for Bramtana Week Day 3. I had no idea what to write, and then I saw this video: randomcanbian[]tumblr[]com/post/29872279739. Please forgive me.
Santana's in Brittany's backyard, in a circle composed of her, Brittany's sister Ashley, Sam, and Sam's siblings Stevie and Stacey.
Both of her blondes got stuck babysitting, so, as the kind, funny, sexy blonde's girlfriend and as the nerdy, trouty-lipped, all-around-good-guy blonde's best lesbro, she's sort of stuck with them.
She doesn't mind, really.
Who says babysitting can't be fun?
She just hopes she'll be able to keep her face straight long enough.
"So," Sam begins, "we're going to do this ritual that the great American gods did back when we landed here. They wanted to give us the chance to survive in the wilderness and stuff, by enhancing our inner wellbeing."
Santana's trying so hard not to laugh.
"Where's Brittany," Ashley asks.
"Getting us pizza, squirt," Santana replies. "So, uh, yeah. Just, just—" she can't believe she's doing this "—follow Sam so we can get going."
Sam grins at her.
He raises his hands and says, "Fun."
They repeat. "Fun."
He brings his hands up and wiggles his fingers as he moves them down, and then brings his hands together in a prayer and bows.
"Hush, Quiet."
"Hush, Quiet."
He stretches his arms above his head to full height, then reaches towards his bottom-right, then to his bottom-left.
"Be provocative, organized."
She sees the looks of disbelief on the kids' faces and almost laughs.
"Be provocative, organized"
Oh god, she can't believe she's doing this.
"Fun."
"Fun."
Sam wipes his hands across the side of his face.
"Love."
Quickly, he twines his fingers together, raises them to chest-level, and forcibly pushes them downward, then places them to his sides.
"Creativity, no. Renewal."
"Creativity, no. Renewal."
"Creativity, no. Renewal."
Santana sees something black in her peripheral vision.
"Creativity, no. Renewal."
A figure clothed in black swoops in and grabs Stevie by the waist and hauls him off into the house. The girls gape, and all of them stop chanting.
So. Hard. Not. To. Laugh.
"The dark man took my brother," Sam says.
And then he starts, what, yodelling?
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh."
Ashley and Stacey are just staring at them.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh."
Santana's fighting hard to keep it together. Her part's coming, goddamnit.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh."
Here she goes.
"Yip, yip."
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh."
"Yip, yip."
She can't take it anymore.
Santana bursts into laughter, taking Sam with her. The two kids are bewildered.
"I—what just happened?"
Santana wipes an eye.
"Come on. Brittany has Stevie and pizza."
She holds Ashley's hand as Sam holds Stacey's, and they head for the house.
"Remind me, squirt, to never let your sister see my tumblr again."
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