Challenge #10: Wave

(Suggested by Haley Renee)

[Brittanna]

When Brittany was young, she and her mother and little sister would always spend part of their summer in Texas with their relatives on her side of the family. Her father never came-he wasn't liked too much by them. It was a sort of girl's vacation, and it was by far Brittany's favorite part of the whole year.

They would talk all the way up to Texas. Sometimes they would take the plane, but other years they would take the train. That was Brittany's favorite part, the trip down. When her sister was really young she would be sitting on her mother's lap, which left Brittany in the seat across from her on the train. (or next to her if they took the plane) This always guaranteed her a window seat, and she would often just look out the window while she colored or talked to her mother.

She would always ask questions-that was a given. Sometimes, they were relevant to the scenery or the train itself. Sometimes, they were just things that popped into her head at that moment. That was the thing about Brittany-she had no off switch, no way to decide what she should ask and what she would just leave to herself. On one trip, when she was ten and her sister was five, they had finally reached the seacoast when Brittany had one of her moments. She was wondering about the waves in the sea.

"A wave is controlled by the moon. You know when the water is covering the rocks, and we can't go to the beach?" Brittany nodded, remembering all of the times they had to give up the ocean for another activity. "That's called high tide, and then when we do go to the beach it's low tide. The moon controls it all."

As she got older, Brittany got more and more interested with the patterns of the waves. It sounded pretty, the constant crash and relapse of the wave against the shore, but for her that's not what it was about. The waves were about control. She found it so amazing that two things that were so far away could have such a connection, the moon controlling the patterns of the waves, the waves reacting to the patterns of the moon. They were two separate entities, but somehow they managed to come together in perfect harmony without early scientists even knowing.

Their relationship was like a wave-or at least that's what Brittany compared it to. There was something about the way they reacted to each other, moving around each other in a sort of game, effecting each other indirectly without saying a single word. A lot of people thought Brittany was stupid, but she resented that thought. She could be smart when she wanted to be, and she was smart when it came to Santana.

Santana was the moon, an ever-controlling presence in her life. Sometimes she was full and glorious in her confidence and strength, and others she was covered, hiding. Her love was controlled by the reactions around her, and it was sporadic and beautiful all at the same time.

She was the waves, crashing against the shore with wounded violence when the moon was at its low point. She looked up to the moon for guidance, for the points where she was allowed to fall gently against the shore without relapse. She did not want to relapse. When the moon was covered, and she was alone with no guidance, she feared the shore. From her place in the ocean other waves danced happily toward it, ready for the crash. She did not want to crash-crashing meant pain she was not ready for. Crashing meant preparing for another relapse, it meant forgiving the moon and preparing to see it again. Sometimes, after a painful crash against the shore, the waves would suck her back with them when she was not ready to receive the moon again. Being a wave was painful and beautiful all of the things that made her want to see the moon. Being a wave meant that she was a part of the constant ebb and flow that was her relationship with the moon.

When Brittany was young, she never understood the way the waves crashed against the shore, and why they would retract back in if they knew they were going to slam against the shore again. As she got older, she began to understand. The best part of a wave was its peak, when it began to foam, right before its crash. The only way for a wave to experience its peak was if it was willing to go through the crash again. Brittany was smart about some things, and she knew that any wave would be willing to go through a crash if it meant it would be able to have its relationship with the moon again. She knew that nothing could pull the tether that attached their cores, that created the tides and the waves, and everything that was right with the beach. That's why Brittany loved the beach so much as she got older-it made her think, and she no longer felt stupid when she began to think about the waves. That was one thing she had all figured out.

Hope I pleased the many of you who requested Brittanna, this was my first one.

(Finchel coming soon for the other group of you who keep requesting them too, don't worry there'll never be a lack of Finchel, they're my OTP :)

As always, reviews are loved and suggestions are welcome! Thanks again for all of you lovely people who have been reading every chapter and sending me lovely thoughts and comments. Sending those right back to all of you! :)

-Hollywood