Inspired by a picture on Tumblr. If you want it, please message me and I'll send you the link.
It was Nationals in LA, California, 2012 competition. The winners had just been announced and thanks to the wonderful entity that was Kurt's voice, the New Directions had secured themselves a place for Internationals in Paris. As the New Directions celebrated near the bulletin board, Santana was searching for Brittany, her eyes running hungrily over the group. She spotted her, and as the crowd parted, she realized that she wasn't alone.
She was sitting on a chair, grinning up at a brunette who was leaning smugly against the wall. From the costume she was wearing, Santana realized that she was a member of the San Diego Heavenly Chorus, and from where she was standing, Santana had to admit she was actually really pretty.
And from her position she could hear every word that was being said.
"You're a really great dancer!"
"Thanks! You've got an awesome voice!"
"We didn't win though…" the girl grinned, putting a hand on Brittany's shoulder and squeezing lightly. "So, what's your name?"
"Brittany, like the singer, what about you?"
"Viola, like the Shakespeare character."
The New Directions had gathered around Santana, and she felt Puck and Quinn at her elbows, both bracing themselves for when Santana would snap. Brittany was still flirting, and Santana was losing her patience.
"So, got anybody in your life?" the girl asked Brittany, and the blonde shook her head, oblivious to the very obvious flirtations.
"Nope, single. For now. What about you?"
"Very single. Very." The brunette knelt down near Brittany's chair, and licked her lips slowly, removing a pen from a nearby table. "You guys are at the same hotel as ours, I've seen you. This…" she grabbed Brittany's hand and scribbled a number onto it. "…is my room number. Visit, yeah?"
"Yeah…" Brittany grinned, and that's when Santana lost it.
She barreled forward, pushing people away and arriving to stand exactly above the two girls, her arms crossed, her hip popped, and her lips pressed into a thin line.
She cleared her throat and the brunette, Viola, looked up at her. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, you can move the fuck away," Santana calmly stated, moving a millimeter closer and nudging her with her foot. "See, this girl, right here? She's mine."
"Well, she didn't mention you in our previous conversation."
"Santana, what are you doing?" she heard someone that sounded suspiciously like Will Schuester call. She ignored him and looked Brittany in the eyes.
"You are mine, Brittany."
"San-"
"No, Britt. You're mine and mine only." She gave a low growl before pushing herself into Brittany's lap and wrapping her arms around the blonde's neck, dragging her into a kiss. Viola stared on, giving a small huff before walking away.
The New Directions gave whoops of encouragement, and somebody that sounded like Quinn shouted a 'finally' before Santana pulled away from Brittany.
"You are mine, OK? Nobody else's. Mine."
Brittany stared at her through big, blue eyes, a smile forming slowly on her lips.
"OK."