Author's note: This is just a short little treat for you guys while I'm slowly working on the next chapter.

Now, about the slow updates; believe me, I'm working as fast as I can. I open the documents every time I start my computer and sometimes I just end up staring at them. This is no easy story to write and I'm doing my best to keep up with the standard I've set. Therefore, I don't want to rush the "real" chapters", but I might give you treats like this one when the waiting is too long. Please send me a review to tell me if you like it or not.

Hugs and kisses,
Becka


LETTERMAN JACKET
Gold fish

WEEK 1

"San?"

The dark-haired Cheerio flipped her head around to lay her eyes on Brittany, who stood very still in the door-opening. She had been crying and some strands of blonde hair had been pulled from her usually meticulous ponytail.

"Britt? What's wrong?"

When acknowledged, she silently waddled into the room and flopped down on the bed in an uncharacteristically ungraceful heap. Santana did not hesitate – she dropped her homework and joined her upon the sheets. Her arms found their way around her waist with practiced ease. Brittany was shaking in her embrace.

"Was someone mean to you? Who's head am I gonna rip off?"

"No ones", came the muffled reply, murmured into her clavicle.

"What is it then?"

There was a short silence, in which Santana knew that Brittany was too busy with fitting all the confusing puzzle bits together to form a swift response. She simply waited, knowing that it would come soon enough.

"Is Kurt going to die?"

Her heart skipped a beat. Of every possible conversation that Santana had been expecting (and there was always plenty enough of possible conversations with Brittany), this had not been it. This was also the one conversation she was not too keen on having, since she knew she could not possibly reply with what Brittany needed to hear. She did not want to lie to her.

"Who told you that?" she asked, her voice sounding not quite like her own – more strangled.

"I heard Finn and Rachel talking about it. Finn was really sad and Rachel hugged him a lot."

Of course Frankenteen and Dwarf would go around parading their feelings out in the open, not caring shit about what it did to others. What it did to Britt.

"When my gold fish died, mom flushed it down the toilet. They're not gonna flush Kurt down the toilet, are they?"

Others would have laughed at this reasoning, but Brittany looked up at her with wide eyes swimming with pained tears and Santana could do nothing but shake her head.

"No, Britt, they're not gonna flush Kurt down the toilet."

Obvious relief flooded her gorgeous face and she once again settled in, cradled to Santana's chest. Her hands held onto the front of her shirt – the grip had eased ever so slightly with the reassurance that Kurt would indeed not be flushed down the toilet. A quiet moment passed. Brittany's moist breath hit her skin softly with every even exhale.

"San?"

"Yeah?"

"Could we get naked now? It feels better when we're naked."

"Sure, Britt."

Santana allowed a smile to play with her lips when her hand reached for her hair to undo the ponytail. She hoped that Brittany had forgotten that she never answered her first question.