A/N: I'm glad you all liked the first installment! Thanks for all who submitted a review, as I would hope any readers would if they stumble across this! Next up, Brittany and Santana! I really like this couple, and this will be my first time writing them, but I think they have a great plot that's worth exploring...might be adding some stuff to their character, but nothing too O.O.C, so just sit back and enjoy!-and PLEASE submit a review!
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BrittanyxSantana (love, but nothing graphic)
Brittany and Santana seemed to compliment each other in almost every social situation, and this was no different. Brittany, with eyes sparkling, was skipping around and through the aisles of the grocery store, a hand-basket hanging off her arm, throwing s'mores ingredients and various other sweets into her basket. Santana, eyes sharp and focused, was staring down at her phone while she was texting and updating her facebook as she kept a quick enough pace behind her perky counterpart.
"What kind of soda do you think we should get?" Brittany asked, smiling as she appeared to be weighing all her options.
"Coke," Santana said, finishing a text and pocketing her phone. "It will mix well with the rum from my parents stash."
"I don't want to get drunk tonight," Brittany's face seemed to soften as Santana raised an eyebrow. "It's fourth-of-July-bonfire-awesome-night. I just want it to be different."
Santana smiled, bumping brittany with her hip, before feeling her phone vibrate and instantly taking it out of her pocket, her fingers immediately tapping away in a response to the text message she received. Brittany let out a small sigh and continued to look at the various choices in soda on the shelves, waiting for Santana to get off her phone. When it appeared that Santana was either sending multiple messages, or just sending some poor soul a physical threat in novel form, Brittany cleared her throat.
"Oh," Santana glanced up momentarily from her phone. "Just get whatever you want, babe."
"Who are you talking to?" Brittany asked. "Me or your phone?" Santana looked up at Brittany, a look of confusion on her face.
"That makes absolutely no sense," Santana stated in her usual way before staring back at her phone and resuming her finger work. "And you know I was talking to you."
"No, I don't know," Brittany said, trying to catch Santana's eyes. "I don't know who you're talking to because every time to say you're talking to me, you're looking down at your phone," Santana looked up at the blonde, furrowing her brow. "You could be a technology zombie for all I know, waiting for me to let my guard down trying to choose a soda, before you lung at me, trying to devour my brains." Santana blinked and laughed quietly.
"I would never try to eat that beautiful brain of yours, Brit," Santana smiled and put her phone away, letting her hand rest gently on Brittany's arm. "OK, let's see here...well I'm all four good old fashioned Mountain Dew, but 7up is also tempting..."
"I like Pepsi with wild cherry," Brittany smiled, her gaze hopeful.
"God help me I should be friends with a Pepsi drinker," Santana playfully rolled her eyes at her friend. "I can't believe you would sink so low in the rivalry of all soda products."
"The last time a soda tried to fight me, I drank it all and absorbed its magical powers..." Brittany trailed off as she said this, Santana just laughed.
"That was at the summer party at Finn and Kurt's house with all the Glee club losers," Santana replied, smiling. "You got hopped up on candy and started yelling at a soda can, that wasn't you absorbing any powers, that was you getting sugar high and going totally insane."
"That's what they want you to think," Brittany said, staring at the soda. Santana just smiled and reached for the Pepsi with wild cherry. Brittany smiled and clapped her hands together, beaming from ear to ear as Santana placed the soda in her basket.
"Maybe since you did something nice for me," Brittany took Santana's hand in hers. "We can mix a few drinks tonight...but not getting totally trashy."
"Deal," Santana smiled. "I promise I will pace myself for you tonight." Brittany smiled and looked down at the contents of her basket.
"I think we have enough things to make tonight more than fun." She said, giving Santana's hand a tight squeeze before heading to the check-out line.
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Back at Brittany's parent's lake house, Brittany was sprawled out on the couch, pulling the hood of her navy blue hoodie up over her head, wearing her sky blue pajama bottoms decorated with falling stars. Santana pulled on a pair of earthy red sweatpants, wearing a slightly brighter red hoodie, pulling her hair back into a tight pontytail before heading over to the mini-counter station in the small lake house.
Carefully pouring some Pepsi into two glasses, Santana contemplated measuring out actual shots of rum, but ending up just doing what she called "eye-balling it", putting more in hers than Brittany's.
"Come on," Santana nodded with her head outside as she picked up the two drinks. "Time to make the magic happen." Brittany smiled, twirling her fingers through her hair, before getting up and following Santana outside and down the steps to the lake property. Santana sat the drinks down on a table they had cleaned off earlier and made her way over to the firepit. Grabbing some wood and sticks, she made a teppee-shaped pile of wood and kindling before sticking paper and firestarters around and inside the tiny circle. Taking out her lighter, she lit a piece of paper on fire before attempting to light some of the other paper and sticks. Before long, the fire was going off quite well, and the two friends were making s'mores and laughing.
"We're going to have to run off all this chocolate marshmellow-y stuff tomorrow," Santana giggled. "How many is this for you-four?"
"I don't believe in counting," Brittany stated matter-of-factly. "I believe in having fun."
"Amen to that sister," Santana said, raising her glass and taking a large gulp, belching slightly and causing both girls to laugh. As the sun set completely, the two friends waited until an intense display of fireworks started on both sides of the lake properties around them. Reaching into her pocket, Santana took out her pack of cigarettes and lit one up. Inhaling and taking a drag, she felt completely relaxed as she exhaled, blowing the smoke upwards to let it mingle with the smoke from the fire. Brittany inched closer to Santana, eventually resting her head on Santana's shoulder, Santana resting her head on Brittany's.
"Do you think people know?" Brittany asked.
"About what?" Santana asked gently.
"About our sweet, sweet lady kisses..."
Santana didn't answer right away, she just sat up straighter and took another drag on her cigarette, flicking the ash on the ground next to her.
"Well, Britt," Santana wasn't really sure how to approach the subject. "I think people can think they know all they want. You know that if anyone steps up to us, I will kick their ass, so no need to worry."
"I'm not worried," Brittany explained, sitting up and looking into Santana's eyes. "It just means that if they know, and everyone's ok with it, you can wear that t-shirt I made you right?"
"The one that says 'Lebanese' on it?" Santana arched and eyebrow at her friend. "I guess so, I mean, I don't think anyone would get your unique way of hiding a message in there."
"Well, what if they asked you what it meant?"
"What's with the 20 questions?" Santana's voice held a little tension in it. Brittany slipped her hand into Santana's, giving it a tight squeeze, and looking deeply into her friend's eyes.
"I just want everyone to know how much I care about you," Brittany said. "Ever since Artie and Tina got back together after Tina and Tall Asian Guy broke up, you are the only one who listens to me."
"Well, that doesn't mean we're in love," Santana said, almost dismissively.
"Well, if we weren't, would you really be holding hands with me right now, sitting down at the lake late at night, watching the fireworks?" Brittany had a point, a good point. Santana scoffed and looked away, but Brittany turned her friend towards her again. "I love you, and I wanna be with you, but I won't be with a liar."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Santana asked, her voice sounded hurt.
"You know what it means," Brittany smiled, as if comforting a child. "I can't be with someone who isn't comfortable enough to be with me. Santana, I'm not asking you become something you're not-"
"-You're just asking me to put a label on myself, how I feel," Santana said, her eyes sharp and focused. "I can't do that."
"I'm not asking you to call yourself anything but beautiful, and an amazing girlfriend," Brittany smiled, taking Santana's other hand. "But if you can't be honest with other people and tell them that we're together, like together together...then I don't know how it's going to work out."
Santana felt tears coming to her eyes, and she blinked them away, taking another drag of her cigarette and looking out at the lake, and the fireworks display of red, blue, green...
"I'll do it," She said, turning back to face Brittany. "I'll tell people we're dating...if they ask. I'm not going to say I'm a lesbian though, I'm just me."
"That's all I ever want from you, just be yourself," Brittany replied, smiling. "Oh, and if you could fight off the trolls in my closet that would be nice too."
Santana laughed, put out her cigarette and tossed the butt into the fire.
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The fire had died down a little bit to just a few small flames and some burning coles as the two cheerleaders admired the continuing display of fireworks. Some would go off on the left side of the property, then, in response, more would go off on the right side.
"Looks like your neighbors are trying to play 'quien es mas macho'," Santana observed, grinning. "Probably a group of 40 year old men trying to prove their manhood."
"I could really go for some nachos right now," Brittany said in her usual manner, indicating she had misunderstood her friend's spanish.
"Not 'nacho' Britt, 'macho'-nevermind," Santana waved her hand. "We'll work on your spanish later."
"So you're really going to tell everyone?" Brittany suddenly asked, looking over at Santana. "I mean, about us... you're going to tell them we're dating?"
"Yeah," Santana sighed. "I guess I'll just have to get used to the fact that things will be said behind my back, but hell, it's not like that hasn't happened before."
"You think it will be bad?"
"What do you think?" Santana was brutally honest when she needed to be. "I mean, come on, you know what happens to kids who are different at our school."
"They end up in Glee club." Brittany said, and Santana chuckled, there was no sense in pointing out the horrible things other students did to someone who was so optimistic.
"Yes, Britt," Santana giggled. "They end up in Glee club with all of us, singing and dancing as if nothing is wrong and we're all proud to be different."
"Aren't we?" Brittany asked, her eyes sparkling in the light of the fire. "I am. I think people just don't see who we really are because they're looking for something to be wrong with everyone. It's like, we have special powers and can see the good in everyone's differences...I think we might be superheroes in training." Again, Santana laughed at Brittany's off-the-cuff remark.
"Maybe," Santana said, before shaking her head. "I don't really care what people say, I can kick their asses any day."
"You're so strong, Santana," Brittany smiled over at her friend.
"I just really don't care," Santana said, looking away, as if to hide what she was truly feeling.
"It must suck," Brittany said after a while, Santana looking over at her. "Not caring, I mean."
Santana felt tears well up in her eyes, and she tried to blink them away, looking out to the lake. Brittany scooted closer to her friend, taking her hand and interlacing their fingers.
"You know," Brittany wiped away some of the tears that had escaped Santana's eyes and began to roll down her face. "You don't always have to be so strong. It's ok to want to be helped sometimes."
"I've never needed that," Santana said, coldly. "I don't owe anyone anything, and they certainly don't owe me anything."
"I love you," Brittany said gently, looking into Santana's eyes, which were filling up with tears again. "I know you care what people think about you...so I figured if you had to feel loved I should tell you that you are...because people who say bad things about you obviously don't know what a beautiful person you are."
"It doesn't matter to me," Santana tried not to cry. "They can think whatever they want, screw them."
"Santana," Brittany's voice was soft. "The only people that matter all think you're awesome, and you don't have to worry...I'll be nacho enough for the both of us."
"It's not 'nacho' Britt," Santana half giggled half sniffled.
"I'm not very good at speaking French." Brittany admitted, and Santana knew what she meant. Santana pulled Brittany into a hug, and felt Brittany give her a tight squeeze before pulling away and wiping her tears. "I guess none of the neighbors wanted nachos that badly since they've both stopped."
Then, a finale of fireworks started from each side. Screamers, bursts of color, and loud bangs filled the night sky as the two friends looked on in awe.
"I think I'll be fine," Santana said, holding Brittany's hand. "What do you say we go back inside now and make those nachos?"
"Ok," Brittany smiled at her friend. "But I actually think the neighbors want some more than I thought, so we'll have to do it quietly 'cause I don't want to share my nachos with anyone but you." Santana laughed.
"I'll make sure our nachos are safe, I promise."
A/N: Well that was fun! I've never written a Brittany/Santana before this, so I hope it was up to par! Hope you all enjoyed the second installment, more to come soon, and hopefully will be posting ch. 9 in my other fic soon as well, for those of you who read that! Don't forget to please submit a review, it's what keeps me going! See you guys next time! :)