I do not own Glee or Enchanted. :)
We're so close to reaching that famous "happy end"
And almost believing, this was not pretend
Let's go on dreaming, though we know we are
So close, so close, and still, so far.
Santana reached over and paused the movie.
"HEY! That was my favorite part!" Brittany protested, leaning over the bed to try and grab the remote.
"I want to talk." Santana said. She wiped away her tears-it was her favorite part as well, because not many movies could make her cry… but the reason she was crying was also the reason that she HAD to talk to Brittany- and looked up at the blonde cheerleader.
They were sitting in Santana's bedroom. Brittany was lying on her bed, and Santana was leaning on it, sitting on the carpet. Brittany was playing with Santana's hair.
"What?" Brittany said impatiently. Enchanted was SUCH a good movie, and she really wanted to see Giselle get with the New York guy. She liked him more than the prince. He was funny, and he had a cute daughter.
"Brittany, how many times have we been in this room?"
"Um…" Brittany tried to count it on her fingers, and then gave up. "I don't know. Why?"
"And how many times have you slept… or should I say… NOT slept, in my bed?" Santana said, a ghost of her usual smirk lingering on her face, before going back to what she was sure was a pathetically love-sick, puppy-eyed expression.
"Pretty much every time I come over."
"Exactly. Now look into my eyes, and tell me that you don't want to do it again."
"I can't."
"Why?" Santana was embarrassed to say that her voice had gone husky.
"Because it's not true and I don't want my nose to grow like in Pinnochi-"
Santana forgot all else. She grabbed Brittany by the shoulder and forcefully pulled her to the floor.
And then they were kissing, and Santana had no idea how she had gone so long without those lips on hers, and she realized that she never felt as real, alive, or just… RIGHT as she did when kissing Brittany. No other person could do this to her… not Puck, not Finn… just Brittany.
She moaned in pleasure, and reached up to the clasp of her bra, but Brittany sat up.
"What's… what's wrong?" Santana was breathless.
"I can't."
"What is it this time?" She was impatient. She wanted to get her mack back on.
"Santana, I'm dating Artie now."
Santana rolled her eyes. THIS is what this was about?
"And?" she asked.
"Santana, look at you. You don't love me. You don't love anyone. You just help people cheat, just sleep with them, just make out and then you're gone. I may not be the smartest person, but even I know that. Artie and I are in a real relationship. He's really cute, and we love each other. And I'm not about to cheat on him, least of all with you. Because to you, it won't even mean anything.:
Brittany grabbed her bag and left the room, slamming the door behind her, and leaving Santana alone, her hand outstretched, the tears flowing down her cheeks.
So close,
so close,
And still…
so far.