Author's note: So you know that prompt, where you have to put your iPod/mp3 player/whatever on shuffle and then write a drabble based on the songs that come up? Yeah. I'm doing that. Only this time I think I might just turn it into an entire drabble series because drabble series seem to be my forte. I'll probably do six songs/six drabbles at a time because I like the number six.

Everything is Brittany/Santana because they are the best. The end.

One: Modeh ani - Jewish prayer/song

There was a light clicking sound before music started blaring through the air. Santana groaned and nearly shoved the entire alarm clock off of her bedside table in an effort to turn it off.

"Saaaaaaaan," Brittany's muffled voice drew out her name and Santana groaned again.

"Fuck, Britt, I told you not to set the alarm; it's Saturday."

Brittany yawned and sat up. Her hair was messy and a smile crept onto her face. Outside of the blind-covered window, the sun was just beginning to rise and birds were chirping in a practically irritating manner. She looked down at Santana and saw the other girl lay back down with her face buried into the pillow.

"San, turn over."

"No."

"C'mon."

"Is the sun out yet?"

Brittany peaked through the blinds. "Almost."

"It's too early," Santana said through the pillow.

"I like early," Brittany declared.

"No you don't."

"I like your face."

Santana rolled over, rubbing her eyes. "That doesn't count."

"But I got you to turn over and now I get to see it!" Brittany beamed, a loose strand of messy hair falling and landing next to her right cheek. "You're face is pretty in the morning."

Santana was too tired to blush at the comment. "Is that why you set the alarm? So you could just look at me in the early-fucking-morning?"

"Actually, I tried turning the radio on last night so I listen to some music and dance while you took a shower, but I forgot which button to press, so I pressed all of them, but then nothing happened, so I gave up and danced to silent music. I the alarm must've set." Brittany shrugged sheepishly, pushing her bed-head hair behind her ears.

Santana shook her head, trying not to smile. She pulled Brittany back down on to the bed with her and said, "Just go back to sleep."

Two: I Want to Hold Your Hand - The Beatles

Santana took in a breath and smiled warmly. "When did you get to be so smart?" She took hold of Brittany's pinky and the two walked down the hallway with matching smiles.

Brittany began swinging their arms as they walked, and then abruptly stopped walking.

"What's wrong?" Santana's warm and happy expression turned into one full of concern.

"Anything's possible," Brittany repeated.

"Yeah..."

The blonde looked down at their interlocking pinky fingers and then let go, opening up the rest of her hand. She pulled on Santana's fingers until she did the same. Santana's breath hitched as Brittany laced the rest of their fingers together.

Brittany merely shrugged, ignoring the passing students, and then continued walking down the hallway, pulling Santana along behind her. Santana's face was bright red and she scanned her eyes along the hallway, but no one noticed or cared about her.

"San, you're being so slow,"

Santana bit her lip and caught up to Brittany, who squeezed her hand.

Anything's possible.

Three: Beyond the Sea - Bobby Darin

"That was great, Santana!" Mr. Shuester said enthusiastically. "You know, I think you may have found your niche with the jazz and blues songs. With the ah, exception of Trouty Mouth's lyrics, your voice really does suit jazz."

"Y'know, I don't know why everyone puts down Trouty Mouth. The lyrics were totally bangin'." Santana shook her head and hopped off the stage. Sam was glaring at her as everyone got up from the auditorium seats.

"I liked it," Brittany said as she walked up to her.

"You did?"

Brittany nodded. "I especially liked how you totally sung it for me."

Santana crossed her arms. "Who said anything about me singing about sailing and love to you?"

Brittany frowned, turning away to look down at the ground.

"I'm kidding, Britt." Santana rolled her eyes, nudging the other girl with her shoulder.

Immediately, Brittany's face lit back up and she smiled.

"I'm just sayin', though, that song should have secured me another solo for sectionals this year, or else I'm goin' Lima Heights on Mr. Shue. Last time we let Berry sing alone she and Finnocence screwed us over for Nationals."

"You'll definitely get a solo, San. Mr. Shue even said that you found your lost Nick. I didn't even know you had a Nick."

"It's niche."

"Yeah, that."

Santana rolled her eyes again, only this time she was smiling. "Come on, I want to go sailing into your arms and get my seaside kissing on."

Four: Seasons of Love - Rent

"Hey San,"

"Yeah?"

"Remember last year, when we used to be Cheerios?"

Santana looked up from locker with a quizzical expression. "Um, yeah. Why?"

"I miss you in your uniform," Brittany said, closing her locker door. She glanced over her shoulder as two girls in red Cheerios uniforms walked past them.

Santana hid her blush with a smirk.

"So much has changed since last year," Brittany commented as she waited for Santana to grab all of her books.

"Everything changes," Santana said, finally closing her door.

Brittany took a step back and stared at the girl in front of her. "I like this year better," she said after a moment of hesitation.

"You do?"

"Yup. Even if I don't get to see your legs everyday in a Cheerios uniform."

To prove her point, Brittany leaned over and quickly gave Santana a simple kiss on the lips without any fault or confusion.

Five: The Space Between - Dave Matthews Band

Brittany was emptying out the contents of her bag into her locker when Santana walked up to her and let out a breath to make her presence known.

"I'm ready," she declared.

"I'm Brittany."

"No, Britt-I'm ready."

"Ready for what?"

"Everything. I'm-I'm ready to stop lying." Santana glanced around at their surroundings before pushing forward. "I'm ready to embrace my awesomeness and be who I am. I'm ready to be with you."

Brittany didn't say anything and Santana started to panic.

"Please, don't-don't tell me it's too late. I know it took me a while, but oh God..." This was starting to turn into the time Santana confessed her love to Brittany and she didn't think she could handle yet another rejection without exploding.

Brittany shook her head, her lips twitching into a small smile. She opened her arms and embraced Santana into a tight hug, trying to squeeze out any space that was in between them. No one in the hallway bothered looking at them, and if they did, Santana didn't care. She buried her head into Brittany's neck; they needed to make up for lost time.

Six: Amazing Grace - Frank Ticheli

Brittany was alone on the stage, sans for the supporting band, while she stretched out her limbs. Mr. Shuester had decided to showcase her's and Mike's dancing again this year since it had proved to be a great hit last year when they won sectionals, and Brittany wanted to practice in order to make everything perfect.

She got to her feet and motioned for the band to start playing. Almost immediately she began moving to the slow melody; she was used to more modern music and dancing, but had recently decided to step out of her comfort zone to take a stab at the more classical and instrumental music.

She moved and twisted her body to the slower beat, attempting to make up for the lack of lyrics by telling her own story through dance. A percussionist in the band began rolling on the timpani, and as the band got dramatically louder Brittany got louder with them, and then when the band got softer Brittany got softer too.

Mike had been telling her earlier that sometimes, when he just needed to relax, he would turn his radio onto the classical music station and just dance to whatever music was produced from the instruments. Brittany now understood what he meant; the pressures of having her talent showcased again had been getting to her, and this time their was no fake magic comb to ease her nerves (granted, of course, after finding out the comb wasn't magic, Brittany was very upset).

Brittany turned on her toe, bringing her entire body down to the ground as the music ended.

"I figured you'd be practicing in here."

Brittany looked up as Santana walked from the left wing onto the stage. "How long have you been watching me?"

Santana ignored the question and knelt down next to Brittany. "You're amazing. You know that, right?"

Brittany wanted to shake her head because, no, she didn't think that she was all that amazing. She wasn't used to the sort of slow, flowing dance moves she had just been performing, and knew for a fact that they didn't live up to anything else she could perform.

Gently, Santana placed a loose thread of hair behind Brittany's ear and murmured, "You're so gorgeous when you dance."

Brittany smiled up at her and sighed. "I love you."

Author's note: I sort of cheated and listened to the song once through before writing the drabble. Oh well. I hate rules, anyway. Also, Modeh ani is a prayer generally recited every morning upon waking up. It was the song that played every morning to wake us up at the summer camp I went to.

ALSO. After associating Dave Matthews Band with Brittany/Santana, The Space Between is now my new favourite song.