Title: A Hazy Shade of Winter

Pairing: Brittany/Santana

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Fill for a GFM prompt: It's March. It's nobody's birthday, nobody's anniversary, not a holiday. Just a good old fashioned March that to the weather, the weather that still thinks it's February. It's cold, two Gleeks both want breakfast in bed and neither is willing to get up and make themselves and their partners something.

"Bri-itt!" Santana slips back under the covers and nudges the still form of her girlfriend, who makes a muffled noise of acknowledgment but doesn't budge. Shivering, she tries to cuddle in closer and Brittany pulls her into her arms without seeming to wake up. It isn't until Santana twines her legs in between Brittany's that her girlfriend wakes up with a yelp of surprise.

Looking down she sees Santana trying to burrow into her body and giggles, kissing the top of her girlfriend's head. "Your feet are co-old San"

"Apparently we don't pay enough for this shithole to get heat in March," grumbled Santana. "The floors are fucking freezing." Brittany just hums and wraps herself more tightly around Santana who gradually stops shivering.

"Better?" she finally asks. Santana looks up at her and grins sheepishly, before leaning up to kiss her softly.

"Thanks babe."
"So was there some reason why you had to be out of bed at," she glances over at the alarm clock beside their bed, "9am on a Saturday morning? Because I kinda had this plan that I was gonna sleep in really late, and then wake up and have sex with my super hot girlfriend..." Her fingers start brushing up the side of Santana's ribcage.

"Well I was going to go make you some waffles before you woke up but..." suddenly the fingers are gone from her side as Brittany claps delightedly.

"Oh! Waffles! I like that plan!"

"Seriously Britt? Didn't we just have that conversation about how it's a fucking ice age in the apartment?" She looks at her girlfriend incredulously. Wide hopeful blue eyes stare down at her, lips pouting slightly. "So not fair..."

"I'll warm you up after?" Santana pokes her nose out from under the blankets , testing the air before quickly pulling it back under the covers.

"Not doing it. Nope. Too cold. "
"It's not that bad San."
"If you're so hot blooded, you go make waffles. No on second thought, don't leave. You're keeping it warm in here. Let's just stay here 'til summer."

"Can't. I'm teaching tomorrow. Jazz remember?"
"Snot-nosed brats," grumbles Santana. "I don't like the way that kid looks at you."
"Andrew? He's five Santana." She shrugs, burying her head into Brittany's chest.

"Doesn't matter. He's a boy. Boys start early." Brittany chuckles, softly scratching the back of Santana's neck. Santana hums appreciatively and leans into the touch.

"You're cute. How about this; you make me waffles, and I'll make us a blanket fort. Then we can snuggle up and put on the fireplace channel and pretend to roast marshmallows."
"I dunno Britt-Britt. It's still pretty cold..." In a single motion, Brittany straddles her, pressing their lips together firmly and nipping at Santana's bottom lip before pulling back to grin at her girlfriend.

"And if I warm you up first?"

"I could possibly be convinced," Santana allows before guiding Brittany's lips back to her own.

First fill for this fandom, and first writing in years so...well don't be nice actually. If it sucks, tell me it sucks.