'Song of the Century' by Green Day
Brittany switched the radio on and quickly recognized the voice floating in from the speakers. "I love you Brittany!" the voice shouted out, as her DJ girlfriend proclaimed it to Lima, Ohio.
She smiled to herself as she drove on.
She was so glad she had Santana in her life.
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'Crush' by Paramore
"Stop. Staring." Santana grumbled to the blonde, who didn't exactly pay any attention to what she said. She just shrugged and continued to let her eyes rove up and down the Latina's body.
"You know I can't help myself…"
"Well, can you not do it in public? People will stare…" her companion mumbled, crossing her arms across her chest as if it would stop Brittany staring at her breasts. "Seriously…"
"Well, I haven't had you to myself in ages…" Brittany pouted, reaching out to Santana and pulling her to her by the wrists. "And if you bail on me tonight…I swear to God…"
Santana blushed madly, which was so unusual of the feisty woman Brittany had fallen in love with. "I'll be at your house, I promise."
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'Abracadabra' by Steve Miller Band
"Hello, beautiful," Brittany hissed into Santana's ear, snaking her arms around her hips and pulling her to her. Santana's back pressed against Brittany's chest, and she froze for a few seconds, as the tingling sensation she always got when Brittany touched her fired itself up all over her body.
"H-hi."
"Why so nervous?" the blonde asked, grazing her teeth against the crook in the Latina's neck. Santana shuddered and tried to regain her composure. They were at a wedding after all, Mike and Tina's wedding, and she didn't want to draw too much attention to herself.
"You know, when you dress like this, I find it incredibly hard to take my eyes and my hands off you! You look so stunning…" Brittany continued, her lips leaving a trail of kisses onto her girlfriend's neck. "I just feel like doing you, right here, right now."
Santana suppressed a moan and turned around, kissing her lover and smiling. "You'll get me all you want later."
Brittany laughed and held Santana in place. "I can't wait."
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'Damaged' by Plumb
Santana curled up at the bottom of her bed, staring her hands and crying silently. The large house she had lived in all her life was empty, and she was free to do whatever she wanted to.
But maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to…ah…punish herself…
Her hands lay bloodied in front of her, her wrists marked and scarred. Having Brittany reject her one more time had done the trick, and she had finally snapped. And the first time she was alone, she had grabbed the little pen knife her brother owned and used it the only way she knew could help.
She was punishing herself. For being gay. For loving her best friend. For everything that was going wrong.
She deserved it.
Besides…Brittany didn't care. She never did…
And as she closed her eyes and exhaustion crept over her mind in a grey cloud at the edge of her vision, she honestly hoped that her lesson had been learnt.
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'Some Say' by Sum 41
Brittany opened the front door at ten PM, finding a ruffled and highly upset Santana standing in the doorway.
"I got kicked out. For loving you…"
And Brittany suddenly noticed the suitcase next to her, obviously packed with as many clothes as possibly. She extended her arms and the brunette fell into them, crying her eyes out.
"They think I'm perfect, that I'm gonna just be the best daughter ever. They don't understand me! They never understood me…" she mumbled into Brittany's neck, the tears falling freely and her body convulsing with sobs.
Brittany didn't know what else she could do in that moment but hold the woman she loved as tightly as she could. "No one can understand us…Their mentality will never change…" she sadly told her, even though she already knew this.
Santana nodded, straightening up and wiping her nose. "I just wish they could make up their mind about what they thought about me…"
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'Last of the American Girls' by Green Day
Santana watched Brittany apply her makeup and smiled, twirling her own black hair in between her fingers. "You're so beautiful…" she muttered out loud, making sure the blonde would hear her. Brittany smiled and turned around.
"Thank you, love."
"I mean it, really. You're the most beautiful American I've ever seen!" the Latina giggled to herself. Strictly speaking, she was American too, but this was just a little inside joke between them, that had come up after a long night of drinking and a search for a birth certificate.
Brittany turned away from the mirror and strutted over to her girlfriend. "Good. I don't want your affections taken away from me!"
Santana smiled warmly back and reached out to kiss the blonde. "No need to worry about that. As far as I'm concerned, you're the last pretty girl in the world."
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'Escuela de Calor' by Radio Futura
The blonde looked out over the crowded dance floor and at the girl shaking her body to the rhythm who had grabbed everyone's attention, including her own. She had no idea who the girl was, but she was definitely not something she'd get tired of looking at…
Almost as if she felt her gaze on her, she raised her head and looked at her, then smiled. She pushed through the crowd towards her and sat at the empty bar stool next to her.
"Hola," she shouted over the bass.
"Ho-ola…" Brittany shouted back in surprise. So she was Spanish.
"I saw you checking me out," she continued. "And, I must admit, you're very cute. My name's Santana."
"I'm Brittany." She sipped at her scotch and felt the liquid making her braver. "And may I say, you're smoking hot!"
Santana smirked and flipped her hair over her shoulders. "What can I say…I invented the art of Hotness!" She winked at Brittany and got off the stool. "I even wrote my thesis about it!"
Brittany smirked back. She liked her already.
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'Burning Down the House' by The Cardigans
A blonde and brunette stood in the middle of Rachel Berry's apartment, drinks in hand and music thumping above their heads. OK, standing wasn't the right word. It was more like…swaying to the music.
OK fine, they were tearing up the dance floor. And Santana had never known anything as sexy as what she was doing with Brittany right then. Brittany grinded her hips against hers, and in her drunken state Santana couldn't help but feel more than a little elated. She ran her hands over the blonde's body freely, their movements matching each other's perfectly.
They were burning up the whole dance floor. And they were enjoying every minute of it.
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'Speeding Cars' by Imogen Heap
Santana sat at a table at the Lima Bean, and sipped at her coffee absent mindedly before noticing that somebody had plopped down in front of her. It took her a minute to recognize the girl sitting there. She gulped down the steaming hot liquid and fixed her face into a cold stare.
"Brittany."
"Are you really so mad at me that you haven't told me you were back in Lima? I thought you were over this!" Brittany told her, the ice in her voice giving her no need to shout. Santana still winced at the anger.
"You chose Artie over me. I didn't want to be a part of your life anymore. So I didn't find it fit to tell you I was back."
"You left Ohio for five years to go to New York. I learnt from Mike that you were back. We were best friends!" Brittany slammed her hands onto the table and glared at her. Santana had never seen her this angry before.
However, the brunette merely shrugged and bit at the croissant she had bought. "It was a long time ago." She got up to leave and noticed the wedding ring on Brittany's finger. Brittany noticed her looking and smirked.
"But you still love me."
And with that Santana stormed out.
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'Cut the Curtains' by Billy Talent
The auditorium was empty. Everybody had left and they were alone.
Perfect.
"You're so hot ice melts when you look at it," Santana murmured into Brittany's ear before capturing her lips with her own and kissing her hungrily, her hands clamped firmly in the small of the blonde's back. Brittany responded as she always did, her mouth curling into a smile.
"You're really going to screw me here, on this stage?"
Santana stopped kissing her girlfriend to look her square in the eyes. "And why shouldn't I? It's the perfect place. Always been something I wanted to try."
Brittany looked back into her eyes defiantly and lowered herself to the ground, dragging the shorter girl with her. "Well then, do as you like with me. The actors are all gone; the glee club won't be here 'til tomorrow, we have up until the school closes."
Santana smirked as she started to unbutton Brittany's jeans.
And people asked her why she loved the girl so much…
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'East Jesus Nowhere' by Green Day
Santana sat in the little space near the confessional and clasped her hands together. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. I…" she paused, not sure how to go on. She was glad he couldn't see her face.
"Yes?"
"I…I love another woman."
Silence followed. He gave her instructions on how to get God to forgive her sins and she rose and walked away, rubbing at her temples.
She did this every morning after Brittany slept over at her house. Always. And every time she never felt better. God didn't want her to ask for forgiveness, he wanted her to change. Or she would be damned for all eternity.
She got into her car and looked at the blonde sitting in shotgun. She looked up from the magazine she had been reading and smiled at her. "You ready?" Brittany was already familiar with this ritual.
Santana nodded and leaned forward, kissing her. "Why does loving you have to be so damned amazing and sinful at the same time?"
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'Bloody Nails + Broken Hearts' by Billy Talent
Brittany watched as the girl she loved walked away from her, strutting her way down the hallway of McKinley. It hurt to watch her walk away, knowing that they both loved each other infinitely…yet couldn't be together.
Stupid prejudices and judgmental people.
Santana had literally left a trail of broken hurts behind her from all those boys she dated. And now she had added to the trail with Brittany's bloody, mangled mess of an organ.