you should do another kiss cam verse but have it deal with the march madness ncaa basketball tournament going on right now!
A year ago, Brittany would've never thought anything life changing could come from accidentally won basketball tickets yet that's exactly what she got. Brittany didn't know anything about the game and her date pretty much ignored her the entire time, but somehow that all worked out for her in the end because if it wasn't for Sam being so terrible she would've never met Santana.
It's kind of funny how fast time flies when you're in love.
A year later, they find themselves in the same stadium where they met and there are dopy grins on their faces as they follow Puckerman and Mike down the stairs to a familiar row of seats.
"Oh San, look! Aren't these the same seats we had last time?" Brittany bounces, pointing at the empty row and throwing an excited smile over her shoulder at the brunette being tugged along behind her.
"Yeah, babe, they are." Santana says around a smirk. It's then that she tells Brittany about how much of a diehard fan her dad is and that he bought the seats so he, and now Santana, could always have a good view of the court.
Brittany loves these little tidbits of information she's still finding out about Santana and her heart warms at the thought of accidentally winning those tickets could've been an act of fate. Maybe it wasn't an accident after all? Maybe she was supposed to win and she was supposed to bring a crumby date and Santana was supposed to sweep her off her feet?
She's liking those maybe's but she's liking the look of pure adoration on Santana's face even better when they finally get to their row and file in.
Brittany's wearing the same jersey Santana wore on that fateful day, it's actually not as baggy as it was on Santana on her, and she swells with pride because Lopez is written on the back in blocky letters and it warms her up knowing that she wears her girlfriend's name for all to see. She likes the feeling of being claimed, of letting everyone know she is off the market, almost as much as knowing Santana has worn that exact jersey to every basketball game she's ever been to.
"It's my lucky charm." Santana told her when she arrived at her apartment earlier that day, handing over the garment with care.
"You want me to wear it?" Brittany asked, eyes wide with astonishment. Santana just smiled shyly and nodded; she already had Brittany, what more luck could it bring?
Santana wears a matching jersey, one Brittany got her for her birthday a couple months ago, that's also been customized but instead of Lopez it reads Pierce and Santana just about melts when she things of it. In fact, she's so proud she wears her hair up to the game just so everyone can read it clearly.
Brittany remembers how many times Santana kissed her after she pulled out the jersey from the gift box she had given her, Santana telling her how much she loves it and loves her and that she couldn't wait to wear to the game. Now that the time's come, Brittany can see Santana's excitement double and they lace their fingers and lead their friends down the row with giddy grins on their faces. She never thought she would find something as silly as seeing her significant other with her last name written across their back so attractive, but she thought wrong. So wrong. It took everything in her to keep from pouncing when Santana tried it on the first time, but now that effort has doubled and she's even wearing pants this time! There's something so sexy about how it fits and reveals her toned, tan arms; it drives Brittany crazy and as they settle into their seats, Santana's elbow landing on the arm rest as she still holds her hand, Brittany thinks buying her girl a new jersey with her name on it might've been a bad idea. Then again, it might also be the greatest idea ever.
"You want to share some nachos, B?" Santana asks before handing off a crisp bill to Mike, turning her body to find lusty blue eyes zoning in on her chest. She chuckles at the obvious leering and leans in to kiss the dazed look off Brittany's face.
"Huh? What?"
"Nachos, Britt, do you want to share?" Santana smiles all dimples and pearly white teeth. Brittany's almost hypnotized again but the feeling of her tummy growling keeps her focused.
"Yeah, that sounds perfect." Brittany answers but as Santana relays the information to the guys, Brittany leans over the arm rest and adds, "Don't forget the beer. It's not a basketball game without it."
"You got it, Britt!" Mike nods and jogs up the steps behind Puckerman. Santana just turns on her girl and smiles an ooey gooey grin that makes the tips of Brittany's ears redden.
"Quit looking at me like that," Brittany squeaks when Santana takes a step further and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, a low growl escaping.
"You're just oh so hot wearing my jersey, babe, I can't help it." Santana says in her super sultry bedroom voice that has Brittany squeezing her thighs together and stifling a groan.
"It is too early for this." Brittany whines already feeling somewhat sexually frustrated and the game hasn't even started yet. Santana just laughs and turns away, grinning like a madwoman because she knows exactly what she does to Brittany, but two can play that game.
Brittany guess it's close to game time when she notices the stadium has a lot less empty seats than they walked in to see. It's a lot noisier too but she can see Santana thrives in it so she does too; all that chatter and live is exciting! The boys come back awhile later with their hands full with beers and nachos and there's already a bite missing out of Puckerman's hot dog but the bulge in his cheek as he hands Santana and Brittany their food and beer says he knows exactly where it is.
"Here's some napkins too." Mike says and passes them down to Santana who then passes it to Brittany who already has the boat of nachos resting in her lap and melted cheese on her bottom lip.
"For you," Santana says, setting them down between them, "Since you're such a messy eater."
"You love it." Brittany winks as she licks the melted cheese off her forefinger then sucks in the tip of it. This time it's Santana who has to clench her thighs tight; Brittany licking her fingers should never be done in public for this exact reason. It's complete torture!
Before Brittany can go any further with her teasing, the lights dim and the crowd goes wild as spotlights illuminate the floor. The teams flood the court as each side's cheerleaders perform their routines while the announcer introduces each side and players. Santana and the boys jump to their feet when the announcer moves on to announce the teams, clapping and pumping their fists, and Brittany jumps up as well because Santana's team is her team too now and she's got to show her team some love.
The group settles back into their seats and digs into their food again as the game starts going. Santana and Brittany are nibbling away at their nachos, their fingers bumping every so often after going after the same tortilla chip and dopy, love sick grins adore their faces before they reach for different pieces.
Sometimes Santana's attention is swept up by the game, the teams' rivalry is one that gets everyone on the edge of their seats, but sometimes it's swept up by Brittany. Most of the time she isn't really doing anything special, just sipping on her beer or trying to follow along with what's going on in the game, but Santana can't help but stare at her.
She's so stupidly in love with this woman.
And when Brittany catches her staring and winks back, Santana knows she's just as in love.
"Hey, you might want to focus on the game!" Puckerman teases, throwing a French fry at the dorks in love. He wears the opposing team's jersey so there's even more reason for him and Santana to bump heads.
Mike's indifferent, but he likes to root against whoever Santana's for just because he likes getting her riled up so he chimes in with, "Your boys are about to get their asses handed!"
"What are you goons talking about?" Santana mock snaps as she shifts her attention from Brittany though her hand wanders over the arm rest on to her thigh. Her free hand gestures out at the court, "We're ahead by fifteen points!"
"Now I know you haven't been watching!" Puckerman laughs, "Check out that score again."
She does and her boys are definitely not ahead by fifteen points anymore. "Damnit." She grumbles but before she can come up with anything clever to comeback with, Brittany's leaning over her.
"We're just letting you get some points on the board," She quips with ease and reaches for her beer, "We've got to at least make you think you've got a chance. When's the last time our team actually lost a home game?"
Puckerman and Mike stumble for something to say and Santana just smiles proudly before turning back to kiss Brittany, a tiny reward for putting up with Santana's obsession with ESPN and even remembering some of what she heard but also because she claimed Santana's team as her own and that almost makes her feel as good as seeing her last name on the back of Brittany's jersey.
"Our team is going to kick your ass just like they always do." Santana smirks, twirling some of Brittany's pretty blonde hair around her finger. Brittany just plants a wet kiss on her cheek because cocky Santana is super cute.
Mike and Puckerman quiet down as the scores begin to balance out. It's a really close game and although the teams' colors are so similar, Brittany follows along easily with Santana pressed close against her side, whispering sweet nothings in between sports facts. Sometimes she jumps up with Puckerman, rooting hard for her team while Puckerman tries to distract her; as if her cheering was the only thing pushing the team to win. Those are the times Brittany just sits back and watches her, Santana's raspy voice loud and raw as she shouts for defense or for someone to quit playing like a rookie. It's the hottest thing ever, watching Santana get all worked up over a silly basketball game, and Brittany loves it.
After awhile, and another beer, Brittany feels fluttery tingles low in her belly every time Santana lingers too close. It's all too much but not enough and the scent of Santana's perfume overwhelms Brittany's senses. It doesn't take long before Brittany's giving her a taste of her own medicine from earlier and starts to nibble on Santana's ear, mumbling how she can't wait to take her home and do some scoring of her own.
Santana's face is flushed as she reluctantly pulls away from Brittany's soft lips and teasing tongue and tries to focus on the game only to find that it's half time; Brittany's favorite part. She glances up at the screen for the score, she hadn't been following along ever since Brittany started up her teasing, but thankfully she finds that the teams are at least tied.
Other than the kiss cam, Brittany likes watching the mascots battle it out or throw free t-shirts into the crowd. There are other games for kids in the audience and they're cute to watch too, but nothing beats watching the kiss cam make its rounds. Santana's fingers are laced with hers as they stare up at the screen, cooing over the cuteness of the couples or giggling because little kids scrunch their nose in disgust. Santana's eyes keep flickering back and forth from the screen to watching Brittany, unsure of whose reactions are cuter, but then she sees herself smiling back.
But instead of Brittany in the frame with her, it's Mike.
He looks up at the screen with his jaw dropped and then at Santana then back at the screen and people are laughing around them, mostly because they know Mike and Santana aren't together. Anyone within a ten foot radius of them could see that. Mike's at a loss because refusing to kiss her would cause everyone to boo him and it's not that he wouldn't do it, it's that Santana wouldn't want him to. Kissing for the kiss cam isn't a Mike and Santana thing, it's a Brittany and Santana thing. Santana looks equally surprised upon seeing her paired up with him so it only makes sense for Brittany to squeeze into the shot.
Her fingers pinch at Santana's chin and Brittany turns her ever so slightly to face her and suddenly her lips are pressing into Santana's pouty ones and everyone cheers. Brittany can even hear Mike laughing as he snaps a picture, but she's too busy coaxing more kisses out of Santana to care. The cap Santana wears starts to get in the way of deepening the kiss, so Brittany reaches up without breaking the kiss and takes it off, turning it backwards and putting it on herself instead.
Santana's hoping the kiss cam has moved on from them because their kiss is about to verge on indecent after that little stunt Brittany just pulled with her hat. She actually doesn't even care that they're in public and people are beginning to stare. This is what loves looks like, drink it in. Besides, there's no way she's stopping any time soon, not when her hand is tangling into Brittany's hair and griping the base of her skull to pull her even closer. She can feel Brittany hum against her lips, the vibrations shooting right through her and settling low between her legs.
"Okay, you're both hot and you love each other we get it." Puckerman groans while Mike pretends to gag over their overly affectionate friends, "Now cut it out before we have to separate you two."
The girls reluctantly pull away, breathless and flushed-faced; Santana's rolling her eyes at her best friend while Brittany just wears a dazed smirk and licks her lips still tasting of Santana.
When someone on their team shoots for a three pointer and makes it just as the buzzer sounds, winning the game, Brittany jumps up before Santana and cheers. Santana's close behind but her attention's mostly on Brittany who's bouncing around excitedly, "Did you see that, baby? That was so awesome! We won! We won! We're going to the Championship!"
"Yeah, I saw." Santana sighs, smiling up at Brittany who just can't stand still. Santana's too captivated by her beauty and excitement and all the love she feels for her that the words just spill out of her all on their own but they make Brittany stop and blink at her.
"What did you say?"
She swallows hard, unsure if now is the right time for it but she's so in love and she wants it so bad. She wants everything with Brittany now and forever, she's sure, so she says it again.
"Marry me."
Brittany blinks again as her smile begins to stretch across her face, "That's what I thought you said."
And then she's in Santana's arms, kissing all over her face and hugging her so tight. She's laughing too and there are tears in her eyes but Santana still hasn't heard an answer, she just has to be sure you know? She doesn't want to assume anything or jump to conclusions or-
"Yes, Santana, yes a million times yes!" Brittany assures her then smashes her lips against Santana's, putting all the love she as for her girl behind each and every kiss.