I kept opening my file an not being able to write anything. I finally finished a rough draft of another chapter last night, so I can finally post this. This is the first time I've ever tried to write form Santana's pov...

Song: "What Your Soul Sings" by Massive Attack.

I use "Tana" a lot 'cause I like having more than one name to repeat over and over, so, yeah. It's canon, okay.

Santana: You'll Find You

No one had gone to Kurt's today because his parents were taking him out to see some house. Well, Finn would be there, but he lived at Kurt's place. The dopey jock already talked about Kurt like he was his brother. Their parents weren't even married, though Santana admitted that needed a 'yet.' If nothing had happened to Kurt, they'd probably have been married for months by this point.

Santana sighed and stretched, arching her back. Even though she knew he wasn't getting any action with Quinn, Puck still refused to get anything on with Santana. He seemed intent on staying monogamous. Santana frowned at the word and rolled over to snuggle up to Brittany. She didn't need Puck anyway. He'd gotten damn close to touchy-feely spending too much time with Kurt and Quinn. It was gross.

Britt giggled softly as Santana pressed a series of light kisses to her neck. "Hey, Tana, is it true Kurt doesn't like lady kisses because he's gay?"

"Um, yeah, Britts. That's like the definition of gay dude."

"Poor guy. He's missing out." She cuddled up to the other girl and sighed contentedly. "I always feel better when I'm sharing sweet lady kisses with you."

"That's sweet, but I think boy kisses could cheer him up too." She brushed a strand of hair away from Brittany's eyes.

"But Kurt's not ready for a boyfriend. That's why I was thinking if one of us could help him feel better."

Santana smiled. Some people, herself included, sometimes described Brittany as stupid, but she was more innocent than anything else. And completely disinterested in anything taught in public schools. The blonde probably knew enough about cat diseases to outsmart any veterinarian, not that she realized Lord Tubbington would be less likely to get them if he ate a proper cat diet. Still there was some part of Brittany that was, if not smart, then wise. She understood how people felt even when she couldn't for the life of her grasp why. That was probably why Santana lo—liked her so much.

Besides, she was one of few people Tana ever felt bad about being a bitch to. That definitely counted for something.

"We do make him feel better, Brittany. Just not with kisses."

"I think he ignores us. But Puck and Finn make him feel better." She smiled, but it looked too sad on her just then. "I just wish there was something I could do. Does Kurt like ponies?"

Santana sighed. "You can't get him a pony."

"But he's gonna move into a big house. Maybe they'll have a backyard with room for a pony." She sat up a little in her excitement, so Santana had to pull away.

"Kurt doesn't want a pony. Maybe you could draw him a pony instead?" She just hoped Britt didn't suggest a kitten because, honestly, Santana knew no argument could convince Brittany that anyone didn't desperately want and need a kitten.

The blonde's eyes fell. "Lord Tubbington kidnapped my crayons and hid them in his secret castle."

Santana quickly decided she didn't want to know. "I can buy you some new crayons, Britts."

The other girl's face lit up like a fucking Christmas tree. "Really? Can I have the ones with the sharpener in the box?"

Tana nodded. She sort of remembered crayon boxes like that, or thought she did. Whatever. She could take Brittany with her to make sure she got the right kind. And then the blond could shut up about ponies. She'd probably forget about anything but the crayons as soon as she and Santana left the house.

"So what are you getting him?" Britt took hold of Tana's hand, raising it to her lips to press a kiss against the knuckles.

"What?"

"For Kurt. I'll draw him a pony, so what are you getting him?" She ran her tongue along the other girl's finger, then pressed a chaste kiss to her fingertip before letting the hand fall back to the bed.

"I don't know." Santana couldn't exactly say she wasn't getting him anything even though that had been exactly her plan. That just wasn't how it worked with Brittany. Whataver, she'd think of something eventually.

"Well, what if they move today, and you don't have a house-warming gift ready? You'll feel pretty silly then, and I just want you to be on top of things." It completely amazed Santana how serious Brittany could be over a crayon drawing of a pony.

"In that case, we'd better get moving." She climbed off the bed and tossed Brittany her jeans. "Where should we go to get crayons?" She knew Kurt wouldn't be moving today even if the house turned out to be the right one. But Britt obviously didn't.

"Toys'R'Us!" The blonde clapped her hands excitedly.

Tana rolled her eyes. She's been to Toys'R'Us with Brittany before. It was dirty, gross, and filled with disgusting, screaming children. Instead of complaining, she just finished straightening her vest and said, "Toys'R'Us it is" with as close to a smile as she could muster. The things she did for her Britts.

The toy store was exactly as horrible as Santana had expected, except that Brittany bounced so cheerfully through the whole place that even Tana couldn't help but smile. Not even all the stupid and sticky kids around enjoyed the place as much as Brittany S. Pierce. At one point, Brittany disappeared only to show up again holding a large stuffed pony. Santana put her hands on her hips and gave a stern "No" before Britt could open her mouth to ask for it. The blonde sighed but put it back and led her friend to the coloring supplies where she picked out a box of crayons with ninety-six colors and a sharpener in the back. A sassy little flamer tried to fight her for it, but Brittany just handed him one from a higher shelf and skipped back to Santana.

"Great. Let's get out of here. I'm pretty sure those Barbie dolls are contagious." She ushered Brittany to the register, stopping only to get a pad of drawing paper for Britt to make her ponies on.

The creepy-looking woman at the register stared at the cheerleaders weird until Britt said "I'm making a present for my friend Kurt. He's not very happy right now but doesn't have room for a pony."

Then Santana gave the lady a death glare to make sure she said nothing more to Brittany than "That's nice." She avoided looking at them at all after that.

As the girls climbed back into Santana's car, Brittany asked, "So what are you getting Kurt?"

Tana resisted rolling her eyes. "A song, of course."

"What will you sing him?" She dug through the bag and began looking at all the different color crayons.

"I was hoping you could help me with that." Tana shot a quick smile at the other girl but couldn't take her eyes off the road for long.

Brittany was strangely quiet for a while. Then she began to sing.

Don't be afraid
Open your mouth and say
Say what your soul sings to you

Santana didn't recognize the song. Her friend sang it slowly and more than a little eerily. Still, it sounded right. Not that she could place her finger on it after only three lines.

Your mind can never change
Unless you ask it to
Lovingly re-arrange
The thoughts that make you blue
The things that bring you down
Only do harm to you
And so make your choice joy
The joy belongs to you

And when you do
You'll find the one you love is you
You'll find you
Love you

Since he came back, Kurt hadn't taken much interest in anything overtly cheery, and maybe a song like this, a song telling him to be happy while sounding anything but, was the kind of song he needed to hear. Besides, Santana had decided she liked it.

So no longer pretend
That you can't feel it near
That tickle on your hand
That tingle in your ear
Oh ask it anything
Because it loves you dear
It's your most precious king
If only you could hear

When Brittany finished singing, Santana gave her another smile, this one softer. "That's perfect, but I think I need you to sing it with me."

"Okay. Just don't tell Lord Tubbington. That's his favorite, and I'm not supposed to sing it to anyone else. I wouldn't except that Kurt's really special."

The dark-haired girl decided, again, not to ask. "We can go to my place and practice while you draw. And maybe later we can stop by Kurt's to give him his presents."

The blonde agreed cheerfully. Even though she was, well, naive if nothing else, Santana thought again that Brittany knew way more than anyone bogged down with intellectualism ever could. And maybe it would turn out Kurt had needed something from his friends after all.

~.x.~

Brittany's drawing has been posted to my tumblr for a while, btw. And Kurt gets his presents offscreen, so the next chapter is not a direct continuation of this one.

Please review! Like I said, I've never written Santana before, so I'd like some feedback on her. And Brittany. Sometimes Brittany is ridiculously hard to write, and other times she comes so easily I almost can't believe it. That makes it difficult to figure out when I'm doing it right.

Heart Lord Tubbington~