A/N: If you don't know the end of Harry Potter, or have never seen the movies or read the books, firstly GO DO ALL THOSE THINGS RIGHT NOW, and secondly there will be one spoiler about Ron and Hermione ending up together. Oops there's the spoiler reference. Honestly everyone needs to read those books. Or at the LEAST watch the movies.
disclaimer: i do not own glee. or any harry potter rights.
"Ya Britt! Woooo! That's what's up! You show 'em Britt Britt!" Ok so Santana wan't whipped. She couldn't be, her and Brittany weren't even dating. And there's not one fucking day that goes by without being reminded of that fact. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to come and watch Brittany kick some guys' asses on a motorcycle. Who the fuck would miss that? Plus, in Santana's opinion, when Brittany would get done with a race and ride over to the Pierce's trailer, she should pull off her helmet and outer pads, and jesus, Santana thought she looked smoking hot. Her hair was this crazy mess, but in a hot way, and she was always dirty, which was always hot, and then there's just something about seeing her in one of those loose Fox jerseys that just got Santana going! Don't get me wrong though, I love all parts of Brittany. She may just seem like the classic hot girl: blonde, blue eyes, strips when drunk, and an amazing body. But she can dance too. And I mean fucking dance. And she does motocross, sick right? And she has the most beautiful, special, unique, and unimaginable mind of anyone I've ever met. And she's the most caring girl I know, she sometimes cares too much about a certain, ahem, crippled boy, but that's not important. She balances me out in every way. She's blonde hair, blue eyes, pale skin, when I'm dark hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. When she thinks in an imaginative and abstract way, I think in numbers and thought-out processes. That's why she's amazing at english essay's when I'm not, and needs me to correct her math homework each week. When I'm quick to get mad, she can calm me down with a squeeze of her hand. When I may only think about myself (and her, of course), she has everyone's feelings in mind. Long story short, Brittany is the most wonderful lovable person I know, but once she puts on her moto stuff, the only thing my brain can process is how motherfucking attracted I am to that body underneath.
Back to the current moment, Mrs. Pierce is watching as Santana cheers and screams for Brittany, but with that same look in her eye, that Mrs. Pierce is sporting as well: concern. Mrs. Pierce thinks that it's one of the cutest things about Santana. She'll watch and cheer and get excited for Brittany, but Mrs. Pierce can see that when Brittany goes for that tight turn, Santana stops clapping for a moment, and sub conscientiously tightens her hold on her own hand and bites her lip, hoping that Brittany can make it round the bend.
The first time Santana ever came to watch Brittany at her motocross tournament, she was 10, and Brittany fell and Santana cried all the way home, even after Brittany had stopped crying, with her hand holding tightly onto her injured best friend's. It was actually Mrs. Pierce who had to have a little talk with Santana because she had been in her shoes when Brittany had first started Motocross, and like Mrs. Pierce, Santana thought it was unsafe. Santana told Mrs. Pierce, quote, "But Mrs. P, if Britt Britt gets hurt for real, I can't go all lima heights on her bike! How will I be able to make it better?" And this was when Mrs. Pierce told Santana a very valuable piece of advise that always seemed to work for assuaging the quick-tempered latina's need to protect her best friend. "Santana, the best way to protect Brittany, is not with your fists, but by assuring her that you'll always be there for her."
So as Mrs. Pierce watched Santana watch Brittany come around the last turn, she saw Santana's scared brown eyes widen before she even saw Brittany fall.
In the car, Brittany tried to say that her knee didn't hurt that bad, but the way she winced when Mr. Pierce made a sharp turn, and the way her voice was laced with unshed tears as she told Santana not to worry, made it hard for her parents and Santana to believe her. When they got inside, Mrs. Pierce watched Santana take one of Brittany's arms over her shoulders and put one of her tan skinny arms around Brittany's waist, as she carried her best friend and an ice pack up the stairs.
Mrs. Pierce got off pretty lucky with Brittany's choice in friends, I mean how could she even be worried when she saw Santana half carrying Brittany up the stairs? It felt like her daughter always had the extra care from her best friend, that Mrs. Pierce even had a little smile on her face. She might even be a bit happy that Brittany had gotten injured, if it meant that the two girls might become closer because if it, and then maybe, she might just see the two hearts that truly belonged to each other become one again.
"Alright I'm gonna put you down on the bed now ok? Don't put your bad leg on the ground." Santana lowered Brittany to the bed and then helped her sit up against the pillows with her hurt right knee stretched out in front of her. When Santana turned around to grab a towel from the bathroom, Brittany tucked her left leg under her; she knew if Santana had seen her, she would have been scolded for moving too much.
"How bad is it B? Come on, be honest."
"It's not as bad as before, now that I took some Advil, the ice should really help."
"Ok now do you need help taking your pants off?" Santana giggled. This situation might have been awkward, I mean they've definitely taken each other's pants off plenty of times, and now they weren't really allowed to do that, but Santana didn't want to turn this into some crying, spill your heart out, share all your feelings situation, so she just laughed it off.
"Yes please." Brittany was laughing too, but her face was a little red with embarrassment at having to ask for help taking off her own pants.
So Santana kneeled on the bed next to Brittany and started to undo her racing belt, then her button and zipper, and started to pull down. When Brittany lifted her butt up, and Santana was able to get her pants off, she started laughing.
"What? What are you laughing at San?" Brittany was worriedly looking around her and down her body.
"You're wearing the boy superman underwear I got you last year! They were a joke cause you said riding made you feel like superman!" Santana explained the reason for her laughter through more laughter.
"Oh!" And then Brittany started laughing too. "Well I wore them once and I won so I kinda just started wearing them for big races for good luck!"
"But you fell today.."
"Yeah." Now Brittany was frowning. "Guess you just have to get me another pair. I want batman this time, now that I have my new bike, it could be like my batmobile-bike!"
"Ok crazy, first let's just get you all fixed up."
Santana crawled up and sat right in front of Brittany with an ice pack, a towel, and an ace bandage in her right hand, while her left hand stroked over Brittany's rapidly swelling knee.
"Jesus Britt, you scared me today." Santana muttered as she popped the Ice bag in her hands. She knew that Brittany had heard her, and that because Brittany knew she had so much pride, she wouldn't respond, but Santana could see her smiling, as she quickly gave one of Santana's hands a little squeeze, and then put her hand back in her lap. If Britt wasn't injured and I was forced to be in this position, I think I would be the one in a lot of pain. But I just need to stay focused on helping Britt, which isn't hard considering taking care of her is like second nature to me. Santana looked up as she was starting to place the ice pack that was wrapped in a towel onto her knee.
"You good B?" She saw a bit of pain in Brittany's eyes, but she seemed to find some relief in the ice.
"Ya it actually feels good."
"Ok good. I'm going to start wrapping it."
Santana bent over in concentration, trying to wrap Brittany's knee without hurting her. As she bent her head over some of her hair fell forward, but Brittany was fast to pull in back tuck it behind her ear. Brittany kept her hand at the junction between Santana's neck and shoulder as she watched how hard Santana was looking at her knee, and could feel how tense her shoulder was. Santana's brow was scrunched as she was engrossed at the task in hand (literally) and missed the way Brittany's eyes darkened a bit. She also didn't see how Brittany wasn't watching what Santana's hands were doing, but were tracing over the feature's of Santana's face with awe. She saw how dark and stormy Santana's eyes were, and have been since that fateful day. She saw the perfection that was Santana's full lips. That's where her eyes kept coming back too. Then her eyes swept down the expanse of Santana's neck. She didn't need to touch it now to know how soft and smooth the skin was there, but that didn't mean she didn't want to. She was sub conscientiously leaning towards her. Santana really hadn't realized how close their faces were, and they seemed to be getting closer by the second.
Brittany leaned forward a little bit more til her forehead was just a hair away from leaning on Santana's temple. She couldn't resist the temptation of Santana anymore, and leaned forward and down to push her lips against Santana's neck right under her jaw. Santana gasped and Brittany could hear her heart rate picking up. Content, Brittany continued, and moved down her neck a bit and placed a hot open-mouthed kiss and sucked on Santana's skin there for a moment. Brittany heard Santana moan, and as she went to kiss Santana again, her lips were met with only air, and Santana was on the other side of the room.
"Britt! What're you.. What the fuck! You can't... We c-can't do that!" Santana seemed to be fighting back tears even though she sounded angry.
"I thought you would want to. I mean you've been so sad lately San. I just, and I thought seeing me in my racing stuff always got you all hot and bothered."
"It does! I mean, it did. It still does, but that doesn't mean we can do anything about it!"
"But why? I still want you, and I can tell that you still want me."
"Because I don't want you like that if he still has you. I mean I want you like that, b-but not when I can't have all of you. I just. Y-you... I just can't!" And then Santana ran out of the house, stopping only to grab her keys, leaving her jacket and shoes at the Pierce's.
As Santana ran out the house, Mrs. Pierce noticed she had left all of her things and that Brittany wasn't with her. Looks like things didn't work out quite like she's hoped for.
"Why'd San leave sweetie?" Mrs. pierce came and sat next to her daughter on her bed. She knew Santana didn't just leave, she ran out because something happened, but she wanted Brittany to explain it on her own terms
"She just. She didn't want me the way I wanted her."
"And which way was that Britt?"
"...physically."
"I see." Yes, Mama Pierce knows. She knows that Brittany and Santana have slept together. Now she's not about to even try and figure out Brittany's choice of intimate partners, but she thinks she understands Santana's and Brittany's relationship. Which was friends to best friends to best friends with benefits to not friends at all to what they are now, which is friends without benefits that has at least a one-sided love.
"What did she say before she left?"
"I didn't really understand what she meant. She was saying something about wanting all of me, and not wanting part of me when I was with him." Brittany used air quotes around the last two words to show that those were Santana's words and not hers.
"What did she mean? And what am I supposed to do?"
"I think she met that she doesn't want you... physically while you're still with Artie, she'll want to be with you in that way again when she can have your heart as well, Love. I can't tell you what to do Honey, but I can tell you that the person who cares about you more than she cares about anyone else in the world just ran out the door crying, and I think that regardless of how you want her, your first responsibility is to have her as your friend." Brittany fell back on the bed and thought it over bit. She came to the conclusion that her mom was right (we all know Mama Pierce knows best) and she needed to take action.
Brittany pulled up in front of the Lopez house at around 9 that night and saw that only the living room light was on, so she assumed Santana was home alone. She used her key and plopped down on the couch next to the latina. Santana didn't even flinch.
"Hey Santana." Brittany heard a quiet "hey" back, but that's all she heard.
So they sat there in silence as they watched Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, that Santana had been watching before Brittany got there. Eventually Santana was sick of the tension filled air and the awkward distance between them that used to never be there, and laid her head in Brittany's lap. They both sat in a knowing silence, both of them thinking about the one thing that they never talk about anymore, well at least never directly. It's easy for Santana to do; not talking about feelings is what she does best. Brittany was the first to break the silence as she ran her hands through Santana's hair.
"There's a Harry Potter movie marathon on ABC Family tonight and tomorrow."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"So you're staying over all day right?"
"Yeah."
The next morning the girls watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (this is the one where the let Emma Watson actually starts to look really pretty) in the basement of the Lopez house, where there's a flat screen, a huge couch, and a few games like ping pong, fuzeball, air hockey, and more.
"God. Hermione's like the perfect girl. She's smart, gorgeous, and magical. Kinda like a unicorn."
Santana turns her head away from the screen, and stares straight at Brittany, while Brittany watches the movie, with a sad smile on her lips, and heartbreaking adoration gracing her eyes.
"Yeah she is. She's perfect, just like a unicorn. Ron's a really lucky guy."
Thoughts?
Next chapter (MAYBE): the aftermath of Santana not coming on Brittany's "stupid melted cheese show".
Next next chapter: Santana's way of making up for what happened in Born This Way, and not going to Prom with Brittany.
Reviews = sooner update!:)
also, about the thing i said in the last chapter about doing a new fic about their first time and such, will have to wait until either a) i get some really good ideas on how to start it or b) i can get all these ideas about Mama Pierce Knows that are flooding my brain... so stay tuned!