Note: They're not mine, but watching last week's episode has just made me an xcore Brittana shipper for life. My first attempt at this ship, so be gentle please. Comments are love. Also: Went through, fixed the tenses and made it a bit smoother, so it now doesnt look like it did after just cranking it out. Should be a better read now.
Santana always knew what she wanted. And how she wanted Brittany; to be hers. At the moment, merely watching the blonde drink from the condensed can was enough to make her feel hot.
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When she was little, her brothers taught her a thing or two of how to fight, of how to get your way.
Even being only 5 years old, everyone quickly learnt not to mess with Brittany, that Santana would immediately come flying to her rescue with hells hounds on her heels, and lord have mercy on you if Santana caught up to you. In the end, it was always Brittany that would calm Santana down, telling her it was okay, it wasn't that bad, that Santana was her white knight, but it really was okay. And only then would Santana stop, smirking over whoever was on the other end of her fists because she knew she had proved her point, and if Brittany was happy, well that was enough.
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Everything that her brothers taught her however, were not helping her at this particular moment. Santana wanted nothing more than to speak soft dirty words against Brittany's ear; in Spanish, because she knew how Brittany liked it when she would get all excited and slip into her native tongue not even noticing; Brittany had even learnt a few words soley for her.
"Te amo."
She was never very good with words though. Brittany had always made it seem so simple; and that was the problem wasn't it? Even when they were little and they didn't know the full weight of words, she always told Santana that she loved her, and Santana for her part would smile, nod, or kiss her back.
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Those three little words were now just a lump in her throat today, making it hard to swallow when Brittany laced her pinky through hers and kissed her on her cheek; which was just as well because Santana had told herself that today was going to be the day to tell Brittany.
If only for once, her courage didn't fail her. She was always so brave, and fierce, Brittany called her a little lion, facing down guys three times her size, a fire in her eyes to protect Brittany, because if Brittany was happy, she was happy.
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"Come on, we're going to be late"
Its only after practice that Santana steeled her resolve to tell her how she really felt. They were only three little words, after all. They were walking together now, and Santana stopped, pulling gently on Brittany's arm, making her turn around.
"B?"
"Hmmm?" The last of the day's light was highlighting Brittany's hair, and Santana found herself falling in love all over again with the blonde beauty.
This is it, Santana thought, this is the moment, now or never.
So she closed her eyes and took a big breath.
"I love you Britt."
When she dared to open her eyes again, she found herself looking directly into the bluest pair of eyes she'd ever seen, noses bumping.
Brittany kissed her gently, happy that finally after so long, Santana found words to the feelings.
"Te amo, San"