Title: Santana vs. the cat
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brittany/Santana
Spoilers: none
Summary: Santana taking Brittany to get her cat.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Fox and Ryan Murphy. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit is being made from this work of fiction.
Santana rolled her eyes as Brittany dragged her through the mall by the hand. Every time Santana asked where they were going, Brittany would just turn around with a huge grin on her face and say, "You'll see."
But as they passed all of Brittany's favourite spots (the petting zoo, the smoothie place, the kid's toy store, the fountain, the candle store – Brittany says it smells nice all the time), Santana was running out of potential destinations.
And then she saw it.
The pet store.
"Shit. Brittany, you can't be serious." Brittany looked over, eyebrows raised in surprise and question. "B, you've never kept a fish alive more than a week. You try to keep birds in your locker. That snake you owned got loose and ate your sister's hamster."
But then Brittany pulled out the big guns; her eyes went wide and her lower lips started to quiver. Her shoulders drooped and she scuffed the ground with the toe of her shoe. "My mom said that I could get one, and I really wanted you to help me choose it. Because you're the most important person to me and I really wanted you to like my pet." She sniffed. "But if you don't want to…"
Santana tried to stay strong, kept going over all the points against Brittany getting a pet. She opened her mouth to refuse once again. "Okay, fine. I'll help you choose."
Shit. That's not what she meant to say.
Brittany immediately perked up again and grabbed Santana's hand with both of hers before bouncing into the store. Something instantly caught her eye and her face lit up. Santana knew that she would have no say in what pet Brittany would choose, there was no way she could resist that smile.
"San, this is the cutest kitty I have ever seen." She dropped to her knees in front of the enclosure and poked a finger between the wire mesh and squealed happily when the little black and white kitten pawed at her finger, trying to gnaw on it gently.
When Brittany turned to her with bright eyes, Santana was already nodding.
/ /
Santana hated that cat, hated it with a fiery, burning passion.
Brittany had named it Scamp (though Santana had honestly been expecting something a little strange), and at first, Santana had enjoyed having the little bundle of fur bouncing around. He was affectionate and he made Brittany happy – which was Rule #1 anyways.
Until he had turned into the biggest cockblocker ever.
Seriously, Santana hadn't had sex in over two weeks. The apocalypse was basically going to happen any day, and if it didn't, Santana would destroy the world anyways. She would get so close to getting Brittany naked and then the cat would come in and somehow distract Brittany from sex. With Santana. It didn't make any sense and so Santana had come to a decision.
That cat was going down in flames.
All she needed now was a plan. It would probably involve her nun-chucks and an apple.
Don't ask and you won't get hurt.
