Brittana fan fiction

Santana was crying. There was only one Brittany S. Pierce. And she had just blown her off. Again.

Brittany was sobbing in her room. Why had her parents done this too her?

Santana stood to IM Britts. She opened her laptop and logged in.

SatanCheerio: Hello, Brittany.

Brittany had been waiting by her lap top all day. She was trying to make it talk to her.

BrittsTheUnicorn: San-San!

SatanCheerio: Brittany lets cut to the chase. Why did you blow me off?

BrittsTheUnicorn: my parants id d it.

Despite the typos Santana got the message.

SatanCheerio: What?

BrittsTheUnicorn: I told my parents the other night and they got really mad and said I could not be with you anymore.

SatanCheerio: why?

BrittsTheUnicorn: Your Lebanese and Latino, 2 things she hstes.

Then she corrected the typo. She must have turned it on auto-correct, because she got everything right.

BrittsTheUnicorn: I mean hates. I love you Santana, but my parents don't. And I don't like that you are hiding everything you are from every one. Why don't you come out of the closet?

SatanCheerio: I told you I am scared of what they'll say.

BrittsTheUnicorn: I will love you forever, Santana, but my parents aren't going to let me be with you. At least not on dates. I need my sweet lady kisses from you. Come out so we can kiss in halls like every other couple at McKinley. Even Kurt and Blaine do it.

SatanCheerio: Can we video chat?

BrittsTheUnicorn: sure.

Santana knew what Britts was saying was true. She loved Brittany so much.

When Brittany answered the video chat Santana said "Hi, Babe."

Brittany smiled. "Hi Santana. Look I love you so much Santana. Ever since Artie and I broke up I realized how much I have always wanted to be with you. But I loved how much I could show people my love for him. I could kiss him without being looked at strange."

Santana nodded. "Brittany, I agree with everything you said, in this conversation and in the last. I won't come out to the whole school, just yet. But glee club... But you are gonna do it with me. We are gonna pick a song about how much we love each-other, and we are gonna sing it. Kurt will support us. I just know it. But until then, is there anyway we could sneak out for dinner and a movie?"

At the stolen date Santana picked up a breadstick.

"Wanna share?" she asked mischievously.

Brittany took the tip of the stick in her mouth, and Santana took the other side. They ate their way up the stick until their lips met, and they were kissing. Everyone in the restaurant was looking. Brittany kept on kissing her, but Santana pushed away.

"not here." she whispered. "Come with me."

They ran into the bathroom. Breadstix bathrooms were impeccable. The floors were carpet and velvet was draped along the walls. The stalls were huge and the handicapped stall was big enough to count as a small apartment. The best part was the little couch in there. Santana grabbed it and dragged it into the handicapped stall. She pushed Brittany up against a wall and the kissed. And kissed and kissed. Santana's hand went to Brittany's shirt zipper. And they laid down on the couch.