Hello everyone!
This is a Brittana/Faberry Fic and the idea has been floating around inside my head for a while – I actually talk out the conversations the characters are going to have when I ride my bike – so I thought I should write it before I loose it
Look out for my other Brittana fic I've begun writing
Thank you! I present to you; "Mi Vida...Not So Loca"
Mi Vida...Not So Loca
Prologue
Santana Maria Lopez:
Ever since I met the love of my life Brittany more years ago than I can remember, I had done and said everything she wanted without question or (much) protest. It's what you did when you were in love. And like I said before, Brittany was the love of my life. Being with her was literally like being in a love song and cartoon all at the same time. When I was with her, no matter how crabby I had been feeling before hand, she would simply make me smile and I wouldn't even notice a hurricane sweeping us along in a storm. She made me feel ridiculously happy and gooey; like a melted caramel chocolate kiss. She was so perfect: bubbly, sweet, beautiful, overly kind to everyone she met and the best girlfriend in the whole world romantically. That's why I couldn't wait to make her my wife, once I had sorted a few issues out.
Having been born with a hard shell, I've never been one to be romantic, but that was until I started officially dating Brittany when we were both seventeen years old and in our senior year of high school. Before then, romance only belonged in movies and books that would make me roll my eyes so hard they would strain and bruise and make my stomach hurt so much through all the vomiting I wanted to do but had to hold down. But with Brittany, romance was actually a word I wanted to have in my vocabulary. I'd spend my time in class planning out special dates; deciding where to take her to eat and what movie she would like to see and checking weather reports to see if the sky would be clear enough and the air warm enough for us to take a hand in hand walk down the streets or through a park. I spent so much time planning out our dates that when it finally came to the time for me to pick her up – see, me picking her up – I would be really nervous and end up babbling and stuttering...but it wouldn't matter because she would be laughing and snorting behind her hand. Her blue eyes were sparkle even more than they usually did and her cheeks would blush a little pink blossom. The sight of her being so beautiful would make me forget my nerves and we would have a much better time than I had planned. I loved her so much back then I love her even more now. Even if she was making me drive all the way to a sleepy little town to live.
Since leaving college, after spending a gruelling four years apart due to our different majors being in different parts of the country, we'd been living in different parts of the good ol' United States of America. Brittany's job required her to keep moving around and who was I to stay at home like a fish in a tank? I wanted to follow her around like a puppy and keep her safe and happy. Her profession was a dancer, a back up dancer to be precise, but in actual fact she was so much more than a dancer: she was twirling, locking and popping, shimmying, waltzing (on occasion) goddess! The first time I saw her she was dancing and I never wanted to see her stop. Her list of priorities were me, dancing, breathing, food. Or maybe food then breathing. Either way, me and dancing were the most important things in her life and she was the most important thing in my life. The first time I saw her she was in a classroom dancing. I was a young freshman of my middle school trying to find my way through the crowded halls and had been bashed about by huge, smelly, bossy boys. I was sick and tired of it, so instead of heading to the cafeteria with everyone else heading down stream, I took a turn and walked a to the science labs purely because that's where I had overheard was a quiet spot to think. Not that I needed to think, really I just wanted some quiet where I could listen to some music and relax. But when I go to the row of science labs, I heard music and it wasn't coming from my headphones. I peered in through window after window trying to find the source of the sound and then I finally landed my eyes on an angelic ballerina. Having said that, she wasn't doing ballet, but that was besides the point. The point was I was transfixed by her movements and as I continued to watch her, my jaw had dropped and my eyes were wide with wanting to see as much as I could. From that moment – and as cheesy it sounds – I knew Brittany had danced into my heart and I wasn't letting her go.
So much was I in love with her, that when she told me she was going to dance in a sleepy little town to open up a dance studio to 'spend the rest of our lives' I didn't object. When she had said in the past that "This was where we were going to spend the rest of our lives" I always smiled, nodded my head and just carried on as normal. Of course, previously we had lived in big, noisy and overcrowded cities, so I knew that there was no possible way we were ever going to 'spend the rest of our lives' there. However as I continued to drive around the little streets following the moving truck, my eyebrows narrowed ever so slightly as my eyes focused more on our new surroundings. As we passed the streets I saw families. Lots of families. There were teenagers with their younger brothers and sisters, little kids with older siblings, parents with babies and toddlers, parents together, pregnant women together...it was like we were moving into a commercial for 'What Every Hopeful Grandmother Wants to See'. And I was a little scared. This was what Brittany, my beautiful, bubbly, darling Brittany was meaning by 'spend the rest of our lives'.
She wanted to settle down here. As in settle down as a family. She was hoping we would become a family. No longer a couple but moms with a baby. A baby! And by the time we pulled up into the driveway of our house – that thanks to Brittany was soon going to become our home – everything clicked into place. And I was a little terrified.
We were both from the suburbs and I had thought that I would never return to one. Not really anyway. I had majored in psychology at college and so I figured I would spend my adult life living in some fabulous penthouse apartment in an even more fabulous city like New York, tending to rich business men wanting to know why they kept on cheating on their wives and rich women wanting to know why they couldn't stop taking back their cheating husbands, when they knew it wasn't the sake for the children because they hadn't had any yet. Brittany was of course an amazing dancer. She too thought she would be living the rest of her life in the cities of the world dancing with famous singers and one day becoming just as famous. But I guess that wasn't all she wanted. She hadn't even really talked about opening up her own dance studio, let alone wanting a family. It just wasn't something we talked about. We were only young, twenty seven years old, and had only been married (or 'in a civil partnership' as some stupid states declared us as) for two years. Was that really a long enough period time of being married before babies came into the picture? It was something I needed to discuss with her, but first, we had the beautiful task of unpacking and getting our new house sorted before September in time for my new job.
In addition to Brittany setting up her own business, I got a new job. I only got this particular job because this was the place where Brittany wanted to set up her dance studio. Why here of all places, in this cow town full of losers (or 'families' as I guess they were) and where their version of Starbucks was named after a vegetable? Because it was somewhere where the arts weren't appreciated much. Sure they had a theatre at the school had a Glee Club and put on a play every once in a while, but the town was really one huge sports field and so Brittany being Brittany wanted to spread the joy of dancing, prancing and..dancing. So, I took a job at the local high school. They didn't have an extensive psychology department, so I took up the next best thing: teaching Spanish. I convinced the principle that I didn't need an actual teacher's certificate because unlike the other guy they had teaching the most beautiful and sexy language in world, Spanish was actually my first language. Besides, even a blind guy on Mars could see I was Latina, so the guy gave me the job of teaching a few classes of Spanish. It would be easy; teach the kids how to order a beer and "Where can a buy condoms" and get a paycheck so Brittany could fulfil her dream of teaching those same kids how to dance. And, maybe, down the line, help her fulfil her other dream: being a mom.
Quinn Lucy Fabray:
Summer was a time for friends to hang out and relaxing and partying. Not for me. It wasn't that I was grounded and wasn't allowed to hang out with my friends, it was that I didn't have any friends. I wasn't some weird loner loser or anything..well maybe I was, but that was only because I had just moved into some new town. I wish we hadn't left where I lived before. At least not right now. I would be entering my junior year of high school and that is probably the second to worst time to move schools; the first being your sophomore year of high school closely followed by your senior year. It was so annoying. It wasn't like I was leaving a tonne of friends behind and some huge popularity that no one else would ever be able to fill, but it was the fact I was leaving two really special people behind: Kurt and Lucy. Kurt being my best friend, and Lucy being a part of myself.
Moving to a new place meant not only finding a new best friend, but also meant not finding my old self too much. I had finally just been able to loose enough weight to be considered 'normal' and finally gotten my acne under enough control so that I didn't actually need to wear any make up. I still needed to wear my glasses from time to time, like in classes and stuff, but I didn't mind that because I felt even smarter than I was. I still needed to wear my glasses from time to time, like in classes and stuff, but I didn't mind that because I felt even smarted than I was. I still needed to wear my glasses from time to time, like in classes and stuff, but I didn't mind that because I felt even smarted than I was. The problem with finding my old self was that I used to be kind of a bitch. Even though I wasn't popular and pretty or anything like that, I was still really mean to some of the kids. I'd like to think it's because they were mean to Kurt in middle school about the way he dressed and acted. In reality it was because I was afraid of something I didn't want to admit. In this new place, I had a new plan: I was just going to keep my head down and study so I could go somewhere I actually wanted to be. I hadn't decided where that place was yet, but I would find out.
Before moving to this new hell hole, Kurt had finally given me the approval of my wardrobe. I usually dressed in baby doll dresses and cardigans with ballet shoes. I had spent my life thinking this was perfectly acceptable clothing to wear on all occasions: apparently not. He had taken me out shopping and really bought me a whole wardrobe! Skinny jeans, cute yet slightly sexy tops and accessories. I liked the clothes. In fact I loved the clothes. I was comfortable and not at all self conscious but the problem was mom and dad didn't like them. They said it was no way for a 'young lady' to dress and practically ordered me to get rid of the clothes – by get rid of that meant donating them to our church's numerous charities. When I had finally packed them all up in a box labelled "The Clothes I Feel Awesome In" I just couldn't 'get rid' of them. Instead I kept them under my bed.
In this new place, I would keep my head down, not over think things and just try to keep my parents proud of me as much as possible. Whilst also wearing the new clothes.
Saying goodbye to Kurt was really tough. Although we'd email and talk as much as we could, it was still going to be hard. He would always be my best friend. Always. I promised him that, even though my dad didn't like him so much, but really he couldn't say who my friends were. He didn't like many of the guys I knew. They were either the sleazy type or the dorky type. Kurt was neither but my dad didn't like him for one reason: he was gay. He liked – no loved – fashion and singing and hated sports. I however, liked sports (cheerleading, swimming and gymnastics were the only sports I were allowed to take up) and liked listening to people singing and fashion..well I only really wore what my mom picked out for me. My mom didn't have too much of a problem with him, probably because he was one guy she was sure was never going to get me pregnant. Still, at this new place, I wasn't going to make a best friend. I would probably make friends, but no one close. Two years. That was the amount of time I was going to spend here and then I would be set free doing whatever I wanted and being with whoever I wanted.
As for Kurt, he cried a little and we did our not so secret handshake before I got in the car and we drove off. Off to this new cow town. Great.
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