Title: New Directions
Summary: Brittany and Santana start to do something about their feelings.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
Note: Kinda old! The first fanfic I wrote from 2010 :) - One shot. Very short, kinda like the regular episodes. No shade.
Brittany's been wandering the halls all morning.
For the life of her she can't remember where her classes are.
Stress has been taking a real toll since the last time Santana was in her arms. Why did I say all those things? Why didn't I just let Santana get her mack on? How do I let her know how I feel without the help of Melissa Etheridge?
"Brittany, why aren't you in your AP Italian II class?"
"I'm not allowed to talk to strangers Santana," Brittany scowls.
"Im not a stranger Brittany, you know me."
"Not really."
Santana crosses her arms and cocks her head to the side.
"What?"
"I can't find it." Brittany says looking at the ground.
"You can't find what Brittany, look at me."
"My class I don't know where it is." Brittany says still staring down.
Santana steps closer, really close.
"Brittany.." They lock eyes. Brittany's eyes travel down to Santana's glossy Dr. Pepper flavored lips. Santana quickly moves back, her eyes falling to the ground. "It's right behind you, gotta go I'll be late for Trig." She takes off, barely missing Artie right behind her. "Move it Wheely Wonka!"
It's lunch time but Brittany isn't hungry, all she wants is to disappear..and sex. Maybe it will erase everything she has been feeling starts to walk down the hallway, pinkies interlocked behind her back, waiting for the other people to scatter so she won't be seen.
Santana comes up from the water fountain watching an oddly estatic Brittany, who can't see her at this point, sort of bounce around by the boy's locker room. She enters. After a while of curiosity so does Santana.
Brittany's entered a musty ass locker room. A musty ass locker room looking for sex. The less amount of boys she sees the more upset she gets, so she just sits on the bench and stares at her shoes fighting to hold back tears.
Santana just sort of stands there, still unnoticed, not knowing what to do or how to do it. She knows something's up with her best friend, and may even know what it is, she just doesn't want to face it. Santana is afraid that she is afraid, no one is supposed to make the top bitch of WMHS feel this way.
"You weren't supposed to follow me." Brittany recognized her scent through all of the ass must.
Santana begins to say something. "I..."
"I'm in lesbians with you Santana." Brittany blurts out, still staring at her shoes.
Santana was going to say I love you.
Attempting to walk past Santana feels scary, so she doesn't. Getting up from the bench feels scary, so she just sits back down. Santana slowly walks over, straddles the bench, and lies her head down on Brittany's shoulder. "I'm in lesbians with you too." Before tears start to roll down Santana's flushed face Brittany lifts her head by her chin and gives her their first proper kiss.
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