Partial to Red
Takes place while they are shopping for Prom dresses. (Inspired by images which can be viewed here: cbbred[dot]tumblr[dot]com/post/11901333084/ )
She thinks the other Gleeks around her are beginning to say something, but her attention is completely spent as Santana appears. Enamored— not for the first time— and clutching her hands together, she tried to contain herself. All she wanted to do was run up there, run her hand through Santana's hair, and kiss her.
Red was always Santana, it was kind of cool actually. Even when she couldn't see her, Santana was tied to her somehow. Santa Claus, the Cheerio's— they were all a reminder of her; it even made the cherry slushies and Coach a bit more bearable. She wasn't quite sure what the warmth was that spread through her chest, it was just like the hot-chocolate with a bit of nutmeg that Santana's mom makes after a particularly cold cheerio's practice, but she knew it had to be her favorite feeling in the whole world.
The crimson red dress would have been second best on anyone else. She watched as the fiery Latina in front of her burst into a brilliant smile, her face practically glowing as light danced in her eyes. She looks on and as the sight makes her heart pounded in her chest, she can't help her lips from motioning a kiss. She never doubts Santana.
On the first day of preschool, she was upset about being left alone and if you ask Santana she'll probably deny it, but—
She rocked lazily on the worn swing and toed her new white sneakers against a pebble. She rubbed her eyes and sniffled as a braided pig-tailed Santana came up to her pausing a moment while seemingly in thought, then pointed at nothing on the floor. "Can't you see? The red string right there? It's still there between you and your Daddy and your Mommy, so it's okay and look, now there's one between us. So no more crying, okay?" Her words sounded harsh, but her eyes showed nothing but care, and she held out a hand. Brittany smiled as she sniffled and placed her hand in the other girls.
Santana was her constant, even when the red strings tying them together didn't always connect just right. We always managed to tangle back up somewhere. And actually I think it's the end part of that story that she really doesn't like—
Little Brittany watched the pigtails flick over the other girls shoulder as she walked in front of her, still attached hand-in-hand, leading them into the classroom and to their seats. The feisty girl, who she still hadn't learned the name of, tossed aside the Finn Hudson name tag off of the desk next to hers, and replaced it with Brittany Pierce. Thinking back to the string, 'I guess that's a wedding— when they tie a knot,' Brittany mused. She looked down at both of their shoes touching, and already knowing she never wanted to leave, tied their shoelaces together as best as she could.
Let's just say Santana was the first one that needed to get up. She smiled deeper and looked down as Santana turned back behind the curtain to go change.
I know one day, hopefully soon I can get Santana to let me tie our knot again.