A/N: So yeah, this is based loosely on 17 again, except it hasn't got a thing to do with basketball. Could be a one shot, could become a multi chapter fic.
If you like Artie you shouldn't read. Though my bashing doesn't get that bad.
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, if I did Santana would've gotten the longest goodbye speech that Brittany could have ever given.
Meet Brittany S. Pierce, a 26 year old divorced dancer.
Yes, she's barely 26 and already divorced. You see, she made a huge mistake when she was 17, she chose the wrong guy and now she was alone again.
She couldn't help but let her mind wander off sometimes and think how her life would be if she made some different choices.
What if she didn't choose Artie? You see, there was this really sweet girl that really loved her and asked her to be with her instead of 4-eyes, but the blonde rejected the poor girl 'cause she though Artie was the one.
The one, yeah right.
What if she could go back in time and tell herself what she knows now, would she do it all over again?
No, the 17-year old Brittany wouldn't believe it and tell the 26-year old Brittany that Santana would never be out and proud with her, and eventually break her heart.
Yes, the girl that wanted to be with her was Santana Freaking Lopez, head-cheerleader, top bitch, hottest piece of shit in the whole school.
And she blew her off, for a guy she thought to be a robot when she first met him.
Artie was a terrible boyfriend, he never made time for her, 'cause he was to busy playing Halo, Call of Duty or Battlefield.
So she figured he'd be a better husband and asked him to marry her.
His exact words were: "You're not pregnant are you?"
Such a romantic boy.
When she explained to him that she definitely wasn't pregnant and wanted to marry him out of love, he gave in.
Turned out the boy better would've married his Playstation 3.
Sure, they had a nice house which she'd probably miss more than the guy himself, but it needed a lot of work which she always ended up doing alone.
She had a steady job which she enjoyed as dance teacher, but since Artie didn't see the point in working when he could game all day, she had to provide for both of them. When they were still married she thought a lot about stuff like this. Why am I still married to this guy? He's more of a burden than anything else.
So they eventually got a divorce, and he didn't even seem to mind too much.
And that's why Brittany found herself thinking of a certain Latina she knew when she was in high school when she lay in bed and couldn't sleep.
"I wish I could do it all over again." Was the last thing she thought before she fell asleep.
"Brittany wake up honey!" Resounded a voice from downstairs.
Wait, what? Brittany thought.
When did my mom come over?
"Brittany! You're going to be late for school!"
School?
She heard footsteps on the stairs approaching.
"Brittany, get up, Santana is going to be here any minute, get ready!" Her mom said in a firm voice while ripping the sheets off of her.
"What's going on?" Brittany replied confused.
Noticing the genuinely confused tone in her voice, her mom softened a bit and added in a more gentle tone, "Brittany, sweetie, you have school today, and Santana's going to be here to pick you up any minute, so can you please get dressed?"
Still confused, Brittany just nodded and made her way through her bedroom over to the bathroom. But stopped in the middle of her journey when she noticed that her surroundings were different. She was in the bedroom she had occupied when she was a teenager. She noticed the green wallpaper and the flower pattern that seemed to come back everywhere she looked. Then her gaze fell on the pictures of her and Santana in 'Cheerios'-outfits. Turning around she saw the trophies she won in several dance competitions.
Confused as to what had happened she continued walking towards her bathroom.
When she looked into the mirror, she could see a much younger version of herself.
She just stood there staring in shock at herself for a minute before deciding to get dressed anyway and finding out what happened to her later.
When she was all ready she noticed a calendar on the wall and saw the date was 2011.
Oh boy. Was all she could think.
So, if I'm seventeen again, and it's really 2011, and I'm going to school in a couple of minutes, that means…
She couldn't even finish the thought of seeing a certain Latina beauty again, 'cause two toned arms hugged her waist from behind and the beautiful Latina placed her chin on her shoulder.
When she saw Santana's reflection in the mirror, she couldn't help the huge grin her mouth formed.
"Someone's happy to see me," Santana said in her raspy voice that made tingles go down Brittany's spine. She looked even more beautiful than she remembered. How could she have ever turned this girl down?
"Your mom told me you looked quite confused this morning, I think you just look hot as ever." Santana finished without loosening her grip on the dancer.
Brittany managed to turn around in the brunette's tight grip and threw her arms around her neck.
Santana chuckled lightly in the crook between her shoulder and neck and just tightened the grip she had on the blonde's waist.
Brittany pulled back slightly before placing a light good morning kiss on the brunettes cheek.
Then she pulled away fully and grabbed her bag before heading out the door to Santana's Mustang.
They made light conversation almost the whole way to school.
Then Santana turned the radio on.
Back then I swore I was gonna marry him someday
But I realized some bigger dreams of mine.
Taylor Swift's words filled the small space.
You kidding me right now? Brittany thought as she turned the radio back off.
Santana just looked at her confused. She thought Brittany loved Taylor Swift, but she just shook it off as Brittany being Brittany.
"So what about you and I pop in some 'Sweet Valley high' this evening and get our cuddle on?" Santana suddenly asked the dancer.
It's been way too long since I got my sweet lady kisses on, I know I should probably figure this out first, but this is way to important. Brittany thought.
"Sounds like a plan," The blonde answered with a smirk.
"You're place or mine?" The Latina questioned.
"Your parents home?"
"Nope," the brunette replied with an equal mischievous smirk.
"Yours it is." The dancer answered before noticing they had arrived their destination and hopping out of the car.
Santana rounded the car and walked over to Brittany, putting her pinky out for the blonde to take with her own, which she gladly did.
God, she missed this.
The day went by in a blur, Brittany figured out she was still dating Artie, so she set on dumping him tomorrow, and Santana and her were still friends-with-benefits.
All she could think about was Santana and how she had the chance to spend time with her again, starting this evening.
She felt strong arms wrap around her. She didn't even have to look to know it was her favorite Latina. Well, honestly she was the only Latina the blonde knew, but that was so beyond the point.
So she placed her hands on the girl's toned ones and rested her head against Santana's from where it rested on her shoulder, similar to this morning.
They were currently in the front of the choir room, watching Kurt as he did some weird dance-thingy, it was pretty funny though. Nobody even bat an eye at her and Santana.
But that was probably 'cause everybody was used to how close they were.
Besides, they found out in sophomore year that they slept together.
They didn't know it was a frequent activity of them, though.
Or like, their favorite activity.
The only thing she wondered was if she came here before or after Santana told her she loved her.
Probably before, since they weren't as close anymore after.
Kurt's dancing stopped when people started to gather their things.
It wasn't even a real Glee meeting, Mr. Shue didn't even show, it was just the kids having fun.
"You ready to go?" Santana whispered in her ear while drawing patterns on her neck with her nose.
Brittany cocked her head to the side to give the brunette more access while nodding lightly.
But Santana pulled away and walked out the choir room instead.
Brittany couldn't move for a couple of moments.
Why did she stop? Probably because we're in public. I should follow.
When she made a move to leave she noticed Artie rolling up to her.
"You want to come over? My parents aren't home." He said while wiggling his eyebrows.
What did I ever see in you? I'm so breaking up with you tomorrow.
"You disgust me." Was all she answered before walking in the same direction Santana went just a couple of minutes ago.
Artie only stared after her with furrowed eyebrows, beyond confused.
Brittany wanted to break up with him right away, but she needed to figure some things out first.
"Sure took you long enough," Santana said in a playful manner.
"Artie wanted me to come home with him," Brittany answered while crinkling her nose in disgust.
"Well, don't let me keep you from him." She said in her bitchy voice.
"Hey, don't put your walls back up, there's no way I'm going home with him when I can choose you." The blonde replied honestly. It was true, she'd never choose Artie over Santana ever again.
Just like that Santana's huge grin was plastered back on her pretty face, making Brittany's smile return as well. Santana really could go from zero to bitch in 0.5 seconds.
"Were you jealous?" Brittany teased, knowing the answer all too well.
Santana didn't answer, but the blush that reached her cheeks told it all, instead she just focused on the road.
"It'd be totally cool, …and sweet." Brittany continued, trying to get some sort of reaction.
"How?" Was all the Latina answered.
"Well, it'd be cool 'cause the hottest girl in school would be jealous of my… boyfriend," the blonde started, making barfing noises at the word boyfriend, making the brunette laugh, "And sweet 'cause you being jealous of that wouldn't make sense at all."
The Latina furrowed her eyebrows.
"How? He has you, reason enough." It was Brittany's turn to blush at that.
"Because I'm dumping him tomorrow." The blonde replied bluntly.
"Why?" Santana tried to stay serious, but she couldn't help the huge smile at the mention of the love of her live dumping her boyfriend.
"He's not what I'm looking for, I think I can do better."
"I know you can do better," Santana replied while pulling up in her driveway.
"Got someone in mind?" the dancer asked softly.
The Latina turned her car off and stared at Brittany.
The blonde waited for her to say something, but she could see the inner battle going on.
"I might have an idea," Santana said mysteriously before getting out of the car.
Brittany followed her inside and up the stairs, flopping down on her bed when they got in her bedroom.
She felt weight pressing down on her legs and skin to skin contact, and when she looked up she saw the Latina sitting on top of her.
Yes, that's why cheerio outfits came in handy, skirts rule.
A smirk formed on the brunettes features before she started tickling the blonde furiously.
After 10 minutes of begging for mercy and telling random weird stuff the Latina made her say before she'd stop, Santana had one last request.
"I'll stop if you tell me you love me." Her face turned serious in a matter of seconds, making clear she wasn't joking.
"Honestly? 'Cause you've been making me say things for 10 minutes now."
"Honestly," She replied totally honest which her eyes could only confirm.
"I love you," the blonde said sincerely with a small smile.
The brunette gazed down lovingly at her while running her finger down her cheekbones.
Then she leaned down and captured the blonde's lips with her own.
"So, sweet valley high?" Santana smirked while getting off of her and walking over to the DVD-player.
Brittany just nodded while getting comfortable on the bed with her back against the headboard.
After pressing play, Santana snuggled into her side.
After about 10 minutes, 'watching sweet valley high' changed into a heavy make out session, Brittany didn't complain, 26-year old Brittany definitely missed this.
After about two hours of watching TV, Brittany felt herself dozing off in a peaceful slumber.
When she woke up and glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table, she noticed she'd only been asleep for 3 hours. Then she watched the Latina peacefully sleeping with her head on the blonde's chest.
She draped her arm around the petite girl's waist and couldn't help her mind from wandering off.
How could I ever chose Artie over her? Artie was terrible to me. I guess it was just 'because she hurt me by not singing with me and lying about being in love with me.
At first Artie was someone I used so I hada duetpartner, but when she told him that that was the only reason I was with him, I got so mad at her that I stayed with him.
I do hope everything turns out the same as all those years ago, though.
Well, especially the telling she's in love with me part.
What if it doesn't? What if she isn't even in love with me?
No, she is, I've seen her looking at me.
What if she doesn't want to be with me, though.
Due to the talks and the looks.
I guess I'll just have to wait and see.
The smaller girl started to stir in her arms, making her smile widely.
The Latina looked up at her with sleepy eyes, while a smile suddenly crept up her face when she saw the marvelous blue eyes in front of her.
"Hey beautiful," Santana greeted her, making her heart flutter.
After all those years, those hidden feelings came bubbling in her stomach again.
"Hi," Brittany responded with a shy smile.
Santana who thought the blonde's blush was adorable poked her cheek lightly with her nose before getting out of the bed.
"Where are you going?" The dancer questioned with a frown.
"Getting us some food," The brunette answered with an outstretched hand.
"But, it's like 3 in the morning," Brittany stated, frown still in place.
Santana just smirked before turning around and walking out of the room.
Brittany heard her footsteps on the stairs growing softer, indicating that she was almost downstairs.
She just kept smiling at the door were the Latina previously stood and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wipe the smile off her face.
So instead she just headed downstairs as well, smile still in place.
The brunette stood at the counter making pancakes, she didn't even notice that the blonde followed her downstairs until she felt strong arms wrap around her waist.
She didn't turn around, she just smiled and leaned her head back on the dancer's shoulder.
Santana finished the pancakes and they made small talk while they ate.
In some weird way Artie became the subject of their conversation.
"So, you sure 'bout breaking up with him?" Santana asked the dancer casually, like it didn't matter to her. But it did, boy it did.
"Positively." Brittany replied without missing a beat.
"I get that," Santana started, "he's just a stupid boy after all."
Brittany smirked, she remembered Santana saying that, but in a whole different manner than now.
"He is." She agreed.
"Why don't you do it now?" Santana asked, genuinely curious.
"What, like, over the phone?" The dancer asked, confused.
"Why not?"
She couldn't be serious, Brittany thought, that's a low blow.
"I'm going to break up with him in person." Brittany stated.
"Besides, what's with the hurry?" She added while finishing her pancakes.
"Oh, nothing." Santana replied, while getting up to do the dishes, actually she just needed a reason to not look at the blonde.
Brittany hadn't expected her to just come forward with her feelings as a reason to break up with the boy straight away, but she hoped for some sort of hint that the brunette had feelings for her, just like it used to be.
She was pretty sure that she did, though.
But she had plenty of time to figure all that out, she was seventeen again after all.