Riding a bike had never been Britt's strong suit, at six years old when most little boys and girls were bravely letting their fathers take off their training wheels, Brittany was still in her little red and yellow card, Flintstones style. Even if it was getting a little tight, she was just fine with that. She'd seen enough scraped knee's and broken bones to say 'you know...I'm good'. Even when her best friend had begged her to come with her to pick out her new big girl bike, Britt was content looking at the horns and helmets instead of getting to close to the big monsters Britt was certain would eat her if they got the chance.
Britt had, had one experience on her bike. With training wheels. One experience had been more then enough. The little blonde had somehow managed to loose control of it, and bam! She wound up in a tree, no one was sure to this day how it'd happened but it had. Britt had decided that one ride was enough, and would never ride her bike again. Her little red car...well that would just have to do.
Santana had taken to no train wheels like a duck to water. From the moment she was finally able to get her balance she'd taken off down the street off to her best friends, calling out her name to get outside so she could see her in action. With her hair in pigtails, and a sunflower dress on Britt had contently sat under the Cherry Blossom tree on one of the quilts Nana had made especially for their picnics. A small basket open and Britt's tea set beside it as she placed both the fake and real food around it. Britt was content in her own world, every once in a while glancing up to look at her best friend doing circles in the street, until she heard a high pitched scream. Seeing her best friend sitting on the curb made Britt get up and run like lightening to her side.
"S! S! Are you ok?" the blonde girl questioned as she reached her, and dropped to her side.
The small brunette was in tears, something that very rarely happened. Her tiny knee scratched, not enough to cause blood but enough to make it look like a nasty rug burn.
"I think it's broken B! I think it's broken!" Santana yelled dramatically as she fell back onto the grass, putting the back of her hand over her forehead, her face contorted "They're going to have to cut it off! I just know it!"
It was a little over dramatic, but it was cute. It was one of the many reasons Britt loved her best friend so much. Looking down at the scratch, Britt smiled and shook her head, before placing a very delicate kiss to the inflicted portion of skin. Even Britt knew that Santana's leg wouldn't have to be amputated. Kisses always made boo-boos better.
"Don't worry S, I fixed it...see? All better?" Britt said with a smile as she dropped beside Santana, poking her in the nose.
"Are...are you sure they're not going to have to take it off B?" She questioned.
"I pinky promise they're not going to have to take it off S" The blonde promised with a smile as she held out her pinky "I think some of Nana's cookies will help, come on."
" "B?" The Latina questioned with a few sniffles "Is this why you don't ride bikes?"
"This is exactly why I don't ride bikes S! I don't like the taste of the grass very much. It doesn't taste like green licorice.
Santana had never had green licorice, hell she didn't even know that they made green licorice, but it was Britt, and she didn't question the things her best friend said anymore because usually they had more meaning then she could possibly grasp.
"Now come on, lets go eat Nana's cookies before the ducks find us and steal them!"
With the help of her best friend the small Brunette got up, and nodded in agreement. Nana's cookies even made amputee's better.