No editing done; just something quick I spun out because I was feeling sad. Sort of inspired by Sea of Love by Cat Powers. Enjoy.
For once, summer seems to fly by. Back in elementary school, Santana would be bored by August (and made the big mistake of telling her dad who then proceeded to buy a bunch of practice books for the upcoming grade and make Santana work on them until September). Summer never seemed so short.
It is only the second week out of school and Santana is already gripping on to everything tighter, like it all might slip away from her if she isn't paying attention. It seems as though her hand and Brittany's hand are super glued together. For once her mother doesn't say anything about it. Her father doesn't encourage her to study or get some exercise. As far as anybody is concerned, the media room is her domain and she and Britt are the princesses of the pillow castle they built on top of her long leather couch.
It's not like Santana doesn't know why she was so tense; Brittany flunked senior year. She didn't pass. She has to do it all over again. Santana thinks about senior year and how she was so rudely outed by that giant, blubbering oaf Finn Hudson. She thinks about how the Glee Club wasn't even really there for her until after Ms. Corcoran left and the Troubletones were forced to rejoin the New Directions. She thinks about how abuela didn't accept her for being gay and how she never forgot about it a single day, even though it slowly became old news to her friends.
She learned to forgive them all, eventually. She used to be the queen of grudgeholding until she realized that she didn't really have any friends, so she started to forgive.
Apparently that was around the same time Brittany started holding grudges. It's like they're a scale, and if one side becomes too light or too heavy, the other balances out. Brittany spent so much time being angry and bitter with how things turned out that she lost the energy to care about anything else. She failed senior year.
She flunked out of arguably the easiest year bar elementary school grades and Santana can't even be mad at her for it. Instead she tries to find as many opportunities as she can to remind her that she's not; to remind Brittany that she loves her, always. That she'll love her until she dies. She holds her hands and kisses her neck, and rolls their hips together.
Brittany notices –Santana thinks- all the extra attention but she doesn't say anything about it. She's too sad.
All of a sudden everything becomes a lot simpler. All the bright, big plans they had for their future are now put on hold. The sky isn't so blue anymore, the grass not as green. Santana keeps the blinds closed in her room and she turns down her bedside clock. It's merely an illusion; she knows time doesn't stop just because she wants it too. What she does know, however, is that soon she'll need to start packing, and get her shit together, and start getting used to the idea of living Britt behind.