Santana blamed Brittany for getting them locked in the storage closet.
But, in retrospect, maybe it wasn't so bad after all.
'Retrospect' as in 'quite a few days later.' Santana hadn't known she was claustrophobic until she was trapped in a four-foot-squared box lit by a single light bulb. But Brittany had been convinced sincethe Narnia movie night that no closet should remain unexplored, and Santana was pulled along for the ride.
But this wasn't retrospect, this was here and now. This was Santana trying to keep from freaking out when Brittany closed the door behind them "to make it more magical" and got them locked in.
"San, there's a whole family of dust bunnies over here." Brittany knelt on the floor, carefully examining the grimy shelves. "Aw, they're cute, come see!"
"Britt, we're locked in," Santana hissed, jiggling the doorknob without success. "And we're in the basement, and no one ever comes down here."
"That's why I brought you down here," Brittany stated plainly. Santana's heart lurched, before Brittany added, " - because there wouldn't be anything in the closets upstairs. Coach Sylvester is around too much."
"Right." Santana bit her lip as she threw her weight against the door again. Her shoulder struck the frame with a painful thud, and she hopped backwards, cursing.
"Are you okay?" Brittany's breath was hot on her ear. "That sounded like it hurt."
Santana squeezed her eyes shut, fighting off the panic brought on by the dark space. Was McKinley so broke that they could only afford one dying light bulb in the entire fucking storage closet?
"Why are you freaking out? We'll be in Narnia soon, don't worry," Brittany continued, her voice dropping to a croon as she worked her fingers gently over the tension building in Santana's neck. "You're all knotted up, like a shoelace."
Santana let out the breath she was holding and shivered in spite of herself. "I don't - it's just -" she broke off, her eyes snapping open as she pulled away from Brittany's touch. The blonde cheerleader followed her, undeterred.
"Did you bring your ruby slippers? I told you we might need them in case we got stuck," Brittany crossed her arms matter-of-factly.
Santana whirled on her, prepared to rip the girl to shreds for getting them locked in this stupid closet, for being so tempting and so ridiculously untouchable, for making her freak out and for the tears pricking in her eyes. But her eyes fell on Brittany's delicate lips, and she closed the distance between the two of them in a lunge.
Brittany relaxed wordlessly into the kiss, melting into Santana with the ease born of long practice. And as she wound her fingers through the Latina's hair, Santana felt her claustrophobia sliding away. Granted, she would never willingly lock herself in an enclosed space - unless it was with Brittany - but maybe it wasn't that bad.
Once they got out of here, she was totally cleaning out her own closet.
A/N: Okay, so here's my idea - I'm planning to alternate chapters between angst and fluff during the gap periods, mostly just filling in the fun stuff. This was fluff-ish, but maybe I'll be nice and give y'all some more fluff for next time ;) I have ideas, oh yes I do.
This chap was in my story 'Broken,' but I'm going to leave that a oneshot and branch off to start anew. Anyways, thank y'all so much, I'm so glad I have so many wonderful readers.
Also, I'm on tumblr! Check me out at www . brighteyesbigdreams . tumblr . com [without the spaces]! I reblog a lot of Glee and Darren and Chris and Klaine and Brittana. You know you love it.
Until next time, my dear readers! Brittana forevahhhh.
