Title: It's Been A Long Time Coming 1/2
Pairing:
Brittany Pierce/Quinn Fabray
Rating: PG this chapter
Summary: Twoshot. Brittany really hated the heat of summer.
Spoilers: uhhh Quinn had a baby, and I think that's it.
Word Count: 1200~

Author's Note: I have a secret Quitt shipper heart. Just so you know. Title inspired by Oliver James' song 'Long Time Coming'- it's pretty good.

Also, this fic is for my amazing beta LeftiesAreHOT, without whom I wouldn't be writing much, if at all. She nags (and nags and nags and nags and nags) me to write and update and is a major pain in the ass, but she's appreciated anyway. She's also written some really amazing stuff so check her out on ff. net!
Hey bouncing leprechaun dwarf. This is for you. Thanks for everything.


Brittany really hated the heat of summer.

Or, more specifically, she hated the feel of perspiration causing her clothes to stick when she had done nothing to warrant feeling gross for hours on end before she got a chance to take another shower. Don't get her wrong, it wasn't that she hated the feel of sweat, per se - come on. The girl's a dancer, and just about everything she was spelled out athleticism. She loved it when after a particularly good workout, sweat just rolled off of her body in waves. Sex was always better then, too. She had been told before that it was due to dolphins in her system but she really didn't like that idea because the poor dolphins.

(Well. She didn't flat-out completely hate that idea. The thought of having dolphins swimming in her, all happy and chirping and riding rainbow lesbian waves and causing her sex drive to spike? Really flippin' amazing.)

It was just that when she was doing practically nothing, like sitting on a chair, she shouldn't be sticking to it due to the humidity. Or while sitting on the couch and watching Power Ranger (the original Power Rangers, thank you very much) reruns, even. Her skin shouldn't be slick and cause her to smell when she had done nothing to warrant it. Feeling gross when she had done absolutely zilch to bring it on wasn't fair, and it caused her to become like that dwarf in Snow White who was pissy twenty-four/seven. She got into something Santana used to call a mood, with the way she said it all italicized and ominous.

And when she was in such a mood, just about nothing could distract her from the summer's heat and just how much she hated it and the flies it brought about.

Well. Nothing except for her precious snugglyboo, her fluffy applemunchkin: Charity, her cat. Brittany loved that cat, even though their relationship had gone through a rocky stage in Junior High till Brittany stopped writing in a diary and started talking to Charity about her day instead. It was a good compromise, since the cat had nothing to read and seemed to like being included in heart-to-heart conversations. Santana used to get really weirded out by it, but Brittany kept it up anyway because since they started this arrangement, that talking cricket hasn't been anywhere near her jewelry.

Like she said, it was a good compromise. And, she had seen Charity clawing the hell out of a fly on numerous occasions, which only exemplified her love for that cat.

But it still didn't change the fact that she hated the summer's heat. Whenever summer came around, all she wanted to do was stay in an air conditioned room (not her own, her own room was disgustingly warm) or gym, and avoid venturing out under the direct blasts of sunlight. And, since Brittany was so cheerful and ditzy (almost) all of the time, no one really knew that whenever summer rolled around, she preferred to head to that air-conditioned camping store just a bit away, and hide in one of their tents for the whole day, emerging only when the urge to pee or eat became too great. Once she managed to hide there for three days before an employee noticed that something was up - and only then because he couldn't, for some reason, unzip the front flap of said tent.

Point is, Brittany usually spent her summer days locked away in a cool place, and only her family and Santana knew of this peculiar (though with Brittany, it was pretty normal) habit. Quinn, despite having known Brittany for years, just never caught on.

(And people called Brittany dense. Geez.)

Anyway, the two blondes had become an item sometime during winter break of their senior year, and were graduating from high school in just a week. Just in time to spend a whole summer together in Lima before Quinn took off for North Carolina. Brittany wasn't sure what exactly Quinn was going to do there. They've had conversations about it before, but Brittany kind of lost track because Quinn had a tendency to go on tangents. She thought that perhaps it had to do with designing roofs for homeless churches or something, but she really doesn't know. As for herself? Well, one year ago Brittany would have replied "Wherever Santana goes" because they were, and had been it seemed for forever, BrittanyandSantana. But Brittany had grown tired of waiting for her brunette counterpart to get her head out of her ass, and started dating others on her own. First it was Artie, then a brief thing with a hockey player and an even briefer fling with Rachel Berry, before Quinn kissed her one day while they were working on homework together.

Quinn had been staying with the Pierces since the whole babygate drama, and that had been their first kiss ever. The cliché thing of them seeing fireworks during that kiss, however, didn't happen. It had just been...nice. Not earth-shattering, nor the stuff that fairytales and happy endings were made of, but it was nice enough for them to keep repeating it; nice enough for Quinn to shyly ask her out the next day. Quinn may not have been Santana, but she was there and she was nice and comfortable and best of all, Brittany wasn't her rebound. It felt good, not being someone's second choice for once, and besides, Quinn was her best friend and had been for years, aside from Santana. She liked the shorter blonde well enough and Quinn had never set out to deliberately hurt her feelings ever, so that was about a hundred brownie points for her already. They meshed well together on just about everything - Quinn was good at subjects that were wordy and confusing, and Brittany could solve equations as easily as a rockstar could headbang. Quinn was level-headed, balancing out Brittany's occasional spazzing and perpetual cheerful ditziness. The both of them enjoyed bowling and swimming and cuddling. Quinn was of a height where Brittany could comfortably rest her chin on the other girl's shoulder without getting a crick in her neck when they hugged and, better than all of that, Quinn just understood and gave Brittany time to get over Santana without pushing her. Despite her HBIC title, Quinn was sweet and attentive and didn't mind being all touchy-feely with Brittany in public and, best of all, Quinn stood up for her to Sue and anyone else who tried to take advantage.

Quinn was almost perfect (they squabbled sometimes, but it never lasted long) and over time, Brittany could feel that the like that she felt for the shorter blonde developing. No one could ever replace Santana - there would always be a part of her that belonged to the Latina - but Brittany could grow to love Quinn. In time. Maybe soon. Because if you asked her a year ago what she would do after graduation her reply would have been to go wherever Santana went, but now it was steadily making its way to "Spend the summer somewhere cold with Quinn". Like maybe Antarctica, where the penguins were. They could totally pull a Happy Feet and sing with the swimming birds - or they could head to the Arctic, see the polar bears. Or stay in Lima and spend all their time at the mall - the bathrooms there were air-conditioned and they could totally have indecent public sex. As long as it was cool and she had Quinn with her.

Imagine her dismay, then, when she found out just how much her girlfriend loved being outdoors in summer.


Continued Author's Note;; reviews/opinions always welcome, thank you for reading!