Title: Photograph
Author: Alex Ryzlin Gold
Fandom: Glee
Pairing/s: Brittana
Rating: Mature (swearing, non-descriptive mentions of sex)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Santana hadn't known what to expect when she entered Brittany's room without knocking. Brittany was always active, even in her sleep she moved around, so when Brittany's mum said that Brittany was having her quiet time, Santana hadn't had any idea what Brittany would be doing that was quiet. She found Brittany sitting on the floor in the middle of her room. There were photo albums scattered all over the floor, and dozens of photos had been picked out and scattered in the spaces between albums.
Brittany was staring down a photo held in her hands. Santana shut the door softly and smiled down at her girlfriend. Brittany was still staring blankly at the photo.
"Hey Britt."
Nothing. Santana frowned and knelt next to Brittany. As soon as her hand touched Brittany's shoulder, Brittany jerked and glanced around the room quickly.
"Oh, Santana. Hi. You scared me."
"I noticed. What were you doing?" Santana said, peering down at the old photograph of her and Brittany's first day at kindergarten.
"I was having quiet time. I love this day. You're so cute."
Santana grinned. "I dunno. There's this blonde cutie that just out shines me.
Brittany giggled and placed the photo back in an album. She started to pack all the photos up, slipping them back into the plastic sleeves with ease and familiarity.
"Do you do this often?"
Brittany nodded. "At least once a week; if I don't it starts becoming harder to go in."
"Go in?"
"Yeah."
"Go in where?"
Brittany gave Santana a weird look. "The photos of course."
"I .. don't know what you're talking about."
Brittany frowned slightly. "I didn't know you couldn't do it, otherwise I'd have taken you a long time ago."
"Brittany, what are you talking about?"
Brittany shifted through her albums and pulled out a photo of a young Lord Tubbington with a red and green bow tied around his collar.
"Do you remember this?"
Santana nodded. "Of course."
"Good."
Brittany looked up at Santana and grabbed her hand. She could feel the pulse through her body that meant it was starting. Santana stared at her questioningly for a few seconds before her eyes widened and she tried to jerk away from the glowing blue eyes Brittany was suddenly sporting. But Brittany had a firm hold on her wrist. Brittany turned her gaze to the photo and Santana's vision started to turn dark.
/-/-/-/-/
Santana knew this room. It was the Pierce's living room; except everything was wrong. The walls were pale yellow, not the cream colour Mr. Pierce had insisted on a few years ago when the house was renovated. The carpet was a hideous blue, burnt in a few places from where Brittany and her sister had decided to light fireworks inside. But that had happened years ago, and had actually been the reason Mrs. Pierce had demanded the house get renovated. She didn't want to deal with burnt carpet or crayoned walls any more.
That wasn't the strangest thing though. Sitting in one corner of the room was a large Christmas tree. Santana remember that tree. She had helped to decorate it years ago. Brittany had loved it because the angel of top was actually a cat, and the tree was so heavily covered in tinsel that the green had pretty much disappeared. Sitting at the base of the tree was a young blonde girl and a young brunette girl. Santana recognized them both. One of them was her after all, and there was no way she wouldn't recognize Brittany. They were searching through the presents under the tree, pushing them into piles depending on who they belonged to. She remembered this; they had been seven and Brittany had been really sure she was getting a kitten for Christmas (she did, and she let Santana name him) and wanted to free it from it's paper and bow wrapped cage as soon as possible. The young girls wouldn't find a kitten. Mr. Pierce would go out and pick it up from their next door neighbor in two hours when he woke up.
Brittany squeezed Santana's hand, pulling her attention away from the younger versions of them and back to the teenage Brittany that had apparently made this happen.
"Brittany, where are we?"
"In the photo, where else?"
Santana had a lot of questions. How did you do this? How long have you been able to do this? What the fuckery? How is this even possible? What's happening? How often do you do this? Can we touch anything, or just watch? If we can touch things, I have a photo of you I would mind visiting, what do you think?
Instead she nodded and watched young Brittany shake one of her presents. It was okay because Brittany was here and apparently had experience with this. Young Brittany and Santana were pretty damn cute after all.
Okay, no.
"Brittany, how the hell are we in a photograph?"
"Duh. I'm magic."
