Hola, time for crazy ass short drabbles! I really own nothing.
Like, nothing.
At all.
Santana had gone through a lot of shit in her life. To say that was an understatement. She had practically raised herself, seeing as her dad had never been in the picture, and her mother was a drunk. Santana's abuela was the only one who had really ever cared for her, but now that Abuela had disowned her, she was all alone.
No one realized the fight that she had struggled, and did struggle through every day. She had a reputation. She had been called all the names in the book. But no one really knew her.
No one, that is, but Brittany.
Ever since Santana had met the blonde in her sophomore year in the Cheerios, Brit was the optimism to Santana's constant dark outlook in life.
It all really started in the end of year 11. Brittany was her best friend, they were attached at the hip, but lately Santana had been developing deeper feelings for Brittany. When they linked pinkies, and took showers together after practice, Santana found herself thinking things. Things that she didn't understand.
Santana had always liked boys. She liked their hair, and bodies, and how they got off with the slightest of touches.
But suddenly she had been admiring Brittany.
Her long, silky, blonde hair. How she always smelt good, how she always knew how to make Santana giggle, the way she called her 'San'
Santana and Brittany started experimenting. They had nights filled with sweet lady kisses, but they cuddled after. They talked. They cared.
With boys, it was just sex. Nothing more.
Santana liked it better with girls.
She liked it better with Brittany.
It was almost summer when Santana told Brit how she felt.
She was amazed that Brit felt the same way.
Now it was mid way through Santana's senior year, and her and Brit were officially dating.
And she loved it.
Yay for fluffy insanely short drabbles!
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