A/N: I'm going to attempt to write 50 one-shots about different aspects of Brittana because they are currently my OTP.
They will range from being mushy and romantic, to angsty and sad with everything else in between. I'll use songs or random inspiration to write them. If you have any request for a Brittana one-shot [since I'll eventually run out of ideas], leave it in a review with a short explanation of how you'd want it to go. I might use some of them.
OH, and just because the title of this is "Fifty Shades of Brittana," doesn't mean this will all be some kind of kinky smut. Although, a few here and there might be.
Naturally, I chose an angsty topic for the first one-shot.
*Loosely based off of "Dark Paradise" by Lana Del Rey.
Rain Angel
Summary: Santana reminisces the days she used to dance with her favorite blonde in the rain. Warning: Established character death.
Enjoy.
Some people say that sunshine brings happiness.
I'd have to disagree with that.
Because people who believe that, obviously have never danced in the rain.
The next time it rains, take the girl or guy of your dreams outside and dance with them.
Tango, slow dance, or even jump around like complete idiots.
Because when the rain is falling around you and the sky is dark, the only thing you'll be able to see clearly are their eyes staring into yours.
You'll be able to hear the soft pitter-pattering of rain hitting the pavement and the light laughs escaping the one you love every so often.
You'll feel their warm breath on your neck and you'll ignore the rain that's soaking through your clothes because you're in the arms of someone who will keep you warm.
When you see them smile directly at you, warmth will spread through your body and make you wonder how you got so lucky.
I remember the first time I danced in the rain as clearly as I remember the last.
It began when I was twelve years old and had a crush on the most beautiful girl I had ever seen in my entire life. I had known her since we entered kindergarten and we had been friends since she sat next to me on those small, orange plastic chairs in Miss Smith's class.
I normally didn't play well with others, but there was something about her that I wouldn't allow myself to be rude to.
In middle school, most of my friends were talking about cute boys, but the only thing that was ever on my mind, was a girl named Brittany Pierce.
She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled in my direction. She was my best friend, and a dancer.
We were young.
I didn't think it really mattered whether you liked boys or girls.
I was never a soft-spoken kid, so I walked right up to her one day and told her that I liked her. She coyly looked at me through her eyelashes and said she liked me too.
To say that I was shocked would be an understatement.
Nobody gave us any trouble about being the first and only lesbian couple at our middle school. If they did say anything, it was behind our backs and no one started trouble over it. I didn't care if they did talk about us though, because I had the girl I loved, which was a lot more than they had to say about themselves.
I was scared to come out, especially because we were both young. But with Britt by my side, I thought that nothing would be able to touch us.
Kids did ask us a lot of awkward questions about our relationship though, specifically the horny boys. Britt and I always tried to answer them with a straight face.
It was a nice surprise that we didn't have to deal with taunts and jeers every day. It was Lima, Ohio. These things didn't just happen every day. Two preteen girls falling in love, I mean.
How could anyone even hate her though? She was so innocent and happy.
I can't think of her without smiling, even now.
We were kids who were in love, nothing else mattered.
The first time she asked me to dance, was when we were both thirteen.
We had just graduated from middle school and we were at her house, still wearing our white robes from the ceremony.
"Dance with me, 'Tana," She whispered, her voice full of playfulness and her blue eyes shining.
I gave her a semi-smile, "You know I can't dance, Britt," I told her while shaking my head. I really couldn't though at the time though. Singing was my strong suit; I had two left feet.
"I'll teach you." She didn't give me a chance to argue. She took my hand in hers and all I could think about was how soft her hand felt in mine as she pulled me outside into the downpour.
"Brittany!" I yelped. "My hair's going to get ruined!" I'd spent the entire day before trying to figure out what to do with my normally unruly hair.
"Who cares?" She laughed, not giving me a real chance to argue. Brittany snaked her arms around my neck and pulled me impossibly close to her.
Suddenly, I didn't give a shit about how my hair looked. I gave in, wrapping my arms around her waist.
I felt the rain already soaking through the robe and my thin t-shirt, but I couldn't stop the stupid smile that spread across my face.
We just swayed back and forth for what seemed like hours.
Neither of us cared that our parents always told us to not stand in the rain for too long, because we'd catch a cold.
It wasn't what most people would consider "real dancing."
We didn't do any fancy moves, and there wasn't even any music playing.
Brittany had always been taller than me, so our position was a bit off.
And when we leaned our faces close together, we both laughed because we realized the other looked like a drowned rat.
But even with her hair a mess and her light makeup running down her cheeks, she was still the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
The one thing I will never forget, no matter how old I become, was our first kiss. Because unless you specifically try to not remember your first kiss, it'll never really leave your mind. You'll compare every kiss after it, to it.
It was soft, slow and innocent.
We weren't even in high school yet, neither of us knew much about kissing.
When she bent down slightly to look into my eyes though, I looked deeply into her blue orbs and I knew everything was perfect.
It didn't matter that our noses bumped or that our wet hair got in each other's faces; a mixture of blonde and brunette.
It couldn't have lasted anymore than ten short seconds, but those ten seconds will always have a special place in my heart, just like she will.
Brittany always told me she loved the rain. She loved how beautiful it was and how peaceful it made her feel. She taught me that everyone should take a break from their normal life once in a while, to dance in the rain.
Our parents never thought our relationship would last. They claimed we were just kids who didn't know what we really wanted.
We proved them wrong.
We spent over seven amazing years together as more than just friends.
I can honestly say that even now, those were the best years of my life. I can't remember what it was like to not have her around me.
We shared more happiness together in those seven years than some people do in a lifetime. We got into fights and said we never wanted to see the other again, but we both knew it was a lie.
I had a bad temper, but when I raised my voice at her after having a stressful day, she knew exactly how to calm me down. She never got mad at me for yelling at her, even when we both knew she didn't do anything to deserve my heated temper.
And when she was feeling down because someone said something that wasn't so nice about her intelligence, I always managed to cheer her up.
I even went Lima Heights Adjacent on a guy once in our junior year of high school for calling her stupid, and other rotten names that I won't mention, because it still makes my blood boil.
Brittany knew she wouldn't have to worry about anyone when I was around.
I was the HBIC of our high school and Brittany and I, along with our best friend Quinn, started on the Varsity cheerleading team when we were freshmen.
At that point, it seemed like we were destined to be together.
Something you have to understand about Brittany is, she was never stupid. Anyone who tries to tell you that she was, didn't know her at all. She didn't have any type of learning disability. She just didn't think the same way as you or I. She didn't see a point to school, since she had it in her mind that she would become a professional dancer when she graduated. She had the skills to do it, too.
She wasn't cynical in the least and she always gave everybody a chance, no matter what they looked like.
If she worked hard on something, she had no problem understanding it.
She was the one calm, constant thing in my world when everything else appeared to be chaotic.
Then, when Brittany S. Pierce was nineteen years old, she was driving home from my house, in the rain and got into a head on car crash with a drunk driver.
She had just taught me how to Salsa and our clothes were still soaking wet when she left.
After we were out in the rain, we usually had time to go up to my room and change into dry clothes, but her mother wanted her home early that day and we lost track of time.
I'm not afraid to admit that I cried constantly for months after I heard about the accident. Even now, if I think about her for too long, there's a good chance that I'll break down into tears.
I beat myself up over it for nearly two years, thinking I could have done something to prevent it, when deep down I knew that I couldn't have. If I had known what would happen that night, I never would have let her get into her car.
But I didn't know. There's no way anyone could have predicted it.
I even blamed her mother for a short period of time. I thought that it was her fault because if she didn't call her at the exact moment she did, Britt could have avoided the drunk driver. Now, I realize how stupid that sounds. I know that her mother loved her just as much as I did and she was just someone to take out my anger on.
There were so many factors concerning her death. If just one thing changed slightly, then maybe she would still be here with me. But for whatever reason, she's not.
Even so, there's a lump in my throat that I can't get rid of, even to this day. I almost constantly think I'm going to cry if her name even enters my brain.
But right now, it's surreal. I can let her face come to my mind for more than five minutes without wanting to have a breakdown. I don't think I will ever think of her without automatically missing her, but it does get less painful for me to let my thoughts wander to her every now and then.
Quinn, Puck, Rachel, Finn, Sam, Mercedes, Artie, Kurt, Blaine, Tina and Mike all attempted to comfort me at different points. I love them for that. I knew they were all grieving as well because everyone had loved Brittany, but they knew that I was taking it the worst.
Quinn and I buried Brittany's old Cheerios uniform and a framed picture of the three of us together at cheer camp, in a spot in the middle of the woods. We were both crying the entire time.
I've tried to move on. I knew she wouldn't want me to be depressed forever.
When we were fifteen though, we promised each other that we would be each other's first and last girlfriend since neither of us were actually into girls. We were only lesbians for each other.
I'm a lot of things, but I'm not a liar. I don't usually like making promises, but I knew I couldn't break this one.
I kept that promise. Truth is, I've never been attracted to any other girl besides her. I am 24 years old now and after Brittany's death, I grew closer to Puck. We've been dating for almost eight months.
He's a great guy and he's changed so much since we were in high school, just like I have. He already knew all about the relationship I once shared with Britt and he understands that sometimes, I just need to cry about it, no matter how long ago it was.
I'm completely convinced that we each only get one soul mate in a life time though, and Brittany was mine.
I may love other people, but no one can quite fill the void that that blonde created in my heart. It might sound like I need to get over myself, but I honestly don't care.
She died five years ago today, and her memory will never leave me, I'm positive of that.
I'll remember how her smile effortlessly lit up a room and how she always smelled like vanilla.
I'll remember her as someone who wouldn't really be able to help you out with your math homework, but if you wanted to learn a new dance, she'd get you to do it perfectly by the end of the day.
I'll remember the deep blush that spread across her cheeks each time I called her adorable or gave her any type of compliment.
I'll remember that her sweet spot was just below her right ear and that whenever I kissed it, she giggled.
I'll remember how she sometimes used to call me past midnight on school nights and beg me to sing her song after song because she couldn't sleep.
I'll remember how she loved Brittany Spears almost as much as she loved me.
I will always see her as that beautiful, happy teenager who always knew the quickest way to get a smile out of someone who was sad. Not as someone who left the world too early because of some man's terrible decision.
Five long years have passed and no matter how hard I try, I can't shake the thought of her from my head.
I loved her. I still love her, and I know that I always will.
I just want people to remember her as amazing.
But if you can only remember one thing the next time the name Brittany S. Pierce comes to your mind, remember a girl who loved to dance in the rain.
A/N: Okay, this wasn't originally intended to be this sad but... I'll make the next one happier, unless you guys prefer I keep it angsty. Thoughts on this though?