The forever kind of love isn't possible between people that don't attract each other, that's a fact.
What happens when there's instant sort of attraction from the moment two pairs of eyes meet?
The majority of Santana Lopez's life was spent being pulled to Brittany S. Pierce.
Maybe she tried to fight the attraction, but could she really fight something that pulled like a magnet?
"Mysteries of attraction could not always be explained through logic. Sometimes, the fractures in two separate souls became the very hinges that held them together."
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter
Prologue.
"It's easy, I promise." With those simple words, I nodded, stepping forward and placing my hand in hers. A strong arm wrapped around my waist, holding our warm bodies flush against each other. "We'll start really easy, okay?" Her eyes sparkled as she guided our bodies to the slow rhythm of the music playing in her room. I rested my head on her shoulder, swaying to the music with her, matching each of her steps. We were perfectly in sync.
Her name is Brittany Susan Pierce and she has golden blonde hair, sky blue eyes, smooth pale skin and never-ending legs. Her laugh is like the sweetest tinkling of bells in a summer breeze, soothing and invigorating. Her movements are fluid, languidly elegant in a way that makes the most graceful of swans look like a newborn cygnet. She has a smile that could replace the sun and moon all at once. And her heart, her heart is absolutely magnificent in its capacity to love, trust, accept and inspire.
"Look, Sanny, come look!" she called out excitedly while bouncing on the balls of her feet. I scrambled up from my sitting position, quickly running to her side, feeling her excitement build my own. Her eyes were trained on three small ducklings waddling behind their mother. She cooed, dropping down to her knees with an outstretched hand, waiting happily for the animals to make their way towards her. To my surprise, the small family gathered in front of her, watching her with interest. The smallest duckling, a soft grey-brown creature with dark spots along its head, jumped into her small palm, causing the blond to squeak.
I first met her when I was a day short of turning seven years old and never once forgot the piercing blue eyes that were hidden behind tears. After that first meeting, I went another four years without her, wondering nearly each day of the crying princess. I was eleven years old to the day when we found each other in the same place, but that time, it was me who cried. From then on, we still went years without each other until the first day of our freshman year in William McKinley High School.
"My mom used to always tell me that everything happens for a reason. I didn't really get what she meant. Now I think I know." We were both lying on our backs, our arms behind our heads as we gazed up at the clouds. Warmth blossomed in my heart as she continued talking, as if her words were an everyday thing. "She said that she and daddy were always meant to be together to have me. I think that the stork knew if I was their daughter, I'd meet you one day." A lone tear fell from my cheek as I nodded silently, wishing with all my heart that she knew how amazing she was.
It didn't matter that we only met one another twice before for a few fleeting hours. We recognized each other instantly. I hadn't realized just how easily and deeply we connected until we found ourselves in her room, exploring each other's mouths in caressing kisses after being reacquainted for only two weeks. I worried and panicked, shoving her away with a callous sneer before I stormed out, stumbled down the stairs and tore out of her house on my way to mine.
"Don't you think she's pretty, Artie?" I stopped in my tracks, glancing around before I found an open door down the hallway. "She's the only one in this school with super soft and pretty skin. She's like a caramel latte." I approached the room carefully, wanting to see her more than anything, especially since the fight we had. "Maybe she's an alien… no, maybe not. That one time they probed me, I don't remember how they look. If she probed me, I'd never forget." My cheeks became flushed as heat traveled and settled between my legs. I couldn't hear anymore without bursting in, so I turned and left.
For the rest of my life, I never could fully erase the heartbroken look that crossed her face and settled in her eyes. Those watering baby blues tore my heart apart and I vowed, in that moment, to never do that to her again, yet I continued. She took it gracefully, talking to me patiently, waiting silently without complaint and loving me even after I denied her.
"Rachel is hotter than Finn. Finn's not ugly, he's just not… hot. Rachel could be hot." I tried my best not to sneer as she paced in front of my bed wearing nothing but my sweatshirt. "She'd make a hot elf, but I don't think Santa wants hot elves. Plus, what if she can't make toys?" She stopped then to smile at me. "I would be a good elf. I know I'm not part elf, but Kimmy even said that I'm good at making people happy. Maybe I could help make dancing games?"
We spent hours together, nearly every day; I was still stubbornly in the closet and she remained by my side. We talked about everything and nothing, both in a silent agreement to stray from the topic of the undefined relationship we shared.
"Sometimes, when I can't remember what class I have, I go to yours and stand in front of the door, waiting for you." She shifted her weight from foot to foot, looking up at me shyly. "I like that there's a window I can look through because I can see you." A small smile curled her lips. "You look like a warrior princess sometimes."
Eventually we couldn't stop ourselves from delving into the uncharted territory of emotions and feelings and relationships. It was difficult; we spent such a long time swimming in angst and confusion. At times I would pull back, unsure of myself and my feelings and frightened of disappointing the only person who knew how to make me really happy.
"It's easy, San, I promise, don't you trust me?" I looked into her shining blue eyes, feeling a familiar pull in the pit of my stomach as I saw her tears forming. My throat tightened around a lump that grew along with my conflicting feelings. "You know I'd never hurt you, S. You know that, right?" Insecurity caused her soft voice to shake as her tears finally streamed down her face. I reached out, entwining our fingers and pulling her close. She buried her face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "I don't want to hurt you." Our bodies shook together as we cried, finally letting go of what we needed to.
But eventually, we worked through that. She helped me look past all the distractions in life and focus on what I really wanted. And what I wanted was happiness.
"San, do you think we did the right thing?" Her voice was low and slightly raspy due to the fact that we hadn't spoken more than a few words for hours. "I think we did, but there's a part of me that isn't so sure. I don't like hurting people. He looked like such a sad panda… or maybe a gloomy guppy." She snuggled further into my side, resting her head right above my heart, sadness in her eyes. "But I'd do it all over again, every single time." Her hand ran up and down my bare stomach, tracing invisible shapes while a smile touched her lips. "No one's sadness can compare to yours." She shifted so that she pressed her face to my skin, kissing me above my heart, telling me without words just what I needed to hear.
A/N: I'm a huge Brittana shipper so, when I finally had time to watch Diva it was pretty bittersweet. I have mixed feelings towards their outcome which got me to start another Brittana story. I already have one, Love's Song and Dance, that's like a chapter in but I'm not sure how to proceed with it. I also have To Serve and Protect which is a one shot for mainly just Santana (it was gonna go multi-chap and be a Brittana fic but not enough support for that idea so who knows.)
Anyway, I absolutely have to give amazing praise to one of my absolute fave fics here, A Different Life by hlnwst! If you guys haven't read it yet, I suggest ya get on it! It's so worth it. The crossover fic, The Cost of Survival by Stefi Delly is also another amazing thing to read if you're a fan of Glee and Hunger Games. And I love Life Among Mortals by Quest as well! All of them are Brittana, of course.
And then there's the fic that got me into Brittana before I ever even saw an episode of Glee, and that fic is Influence by Sappho's Ghost! (I've re-read it more times than I'd like to mention.)
Hope this piqued your attention, I'd love inspiration to continue this one (:
Have a great day/night/evening/morning/afternoon/dawn/and whatever else!