A/N: So here's a quick update now, before your update on Sunday.
And to the guest who made the comment about race, don't be ridiculous. If you actually read the story, you would know that Brittany IS friends with Tina. Flashback to the train scene on the way to school.
Anyway, here's some more Brittana interaction. Enjoy :)
Brittany huffed and marched toward the raven haired girl.
"You!"
Santana's head whipped around, and narrowed her glare.
"Can I help you?" Santana asked, brow furrowed and her jaw clenched.
"Yeah actually, you can tell me what your deal is for starters." Brittany had fully approached Santana now and held her stance strong, arms crossed over her chest firmly.
"My deal?" Santana matched Brittany's body language with crossed arms and a scowl.
"Don't play stupid Santana. I assume you're not."
"Don't assume anything." Santana waved Brittany off and turned to look back at the night sky.
"So you're saying you're stupid?" Brittany questioned.
"Are you?" Santana whipped her head back around to Brittany.
"What? I-" Brittany shook her head. "No I didn't say that I ju-"
"Why are you here Brittany?" Santana sighed but her facial expression was unreadable
"I was-" Brittany stopped. Why am I here? She had totally forgotten. She racked her brain for the answer.
"I was on my way back to my common room and I saw you sitting here. I just wanted answers." Brittany explained.
"To?"
Brittany was fuming now. How can one person be so, so..
"You are so bloody infuriating!" Brittany stomped her foot and stormed off leaving Santana on the windowsill, alone.
Santana watched while the blonde scurried off down the hall, a barely there smile flickered across her face.
Xx
The next day charms class was over, Finn and Brittany's presentation had gone off without a hitch. Quinn and Brittany were just now settling into Transfiguration class with Professor Schuester.
"I have to ask you something." Brittany kept her focus on writing the lesson down with her quill and ink.
"Hm?" Quinn did the same.
"Do you know Santana?" Brittany continued writing.
Quinn halted her scribbling but never stopped looking at her writing journal.
"Lopez? From Slytherin?" She began writing again. "Yeah why?"
Brittany didn't answer, just kept her focus on jotting down the lesson.
"Dreadful girl." Quinn added.
"What do you know about her?" Brittany questioned.
"Well, she's in her fourth year just like us, I don't know much more about her though." Quinn looked up and finally over to her friend. "It's funny, she had kind of flown under the radar until this year. Then suddenly it's been half a week and she's already causing terror."
"You know why that is don't you?" A broad voice came from behind them.
Both blondes looked at each other and then looked behind them to where the voice came from.
"Elliot?" Quinn quirked an eyebrow. "What do you know?"
Elliot leaned forward on his desk and the two girls scooted their chairs toward the edge of his table to get closer.
"Santana's lived with her mother her entire life." He said in a hushed tone.
Brittany's brow furrowed.
"Last year her mother died, I'm not sure how she did but Santana was forced to go live with her father." He continued. "Santana and her mother were incredibly close, so when she passed Santana was crushed."
"How do you know this?" Quinn wondered.
"Oh, my mum and Josefina were gardening friends."
"Josefina was her mother?" Quinn questioned.
Elliot nodded weakly and Quinn waved him off and motioned for him to continue.
"So anyway, Santana's father is Diego Alejandro Lopez."
"As in Diego Alejandro from the ministry? Aristocrat wizard and patriarch of the Lopez family?" Quinn's faced hardened. "I thought he was married to his beloved Rafaella and had a young son named Bruno. They're are constantly on the front page of the Quibbler."
"Pure-blood royalty." Brittany added in.
"Yes but what nobody is writing about is Diego's first family." Elliot smirked. "Probably paid the press off no doubt."
"Josefina and Santana Lopez." Brittany breathed out the realization.
"Right you are." Elliot patted the top of Brittany's hand. "Now she's forced to be a part of the Lopez powerhouse, believing strongly in the notions of blood purity and the superiority of pure-blood wizards."
"All they do is share their views on blood purity, they're probably brainwashing her with that nonsense daily." Quinn fidgeted.
"Which is why she is the way she is." Elliot threw his hands up as if it were obvious.
"What a revelation." Quinn said blandly. "I mean-"
"Alright class! Eyes forward." Professor Shuester instructed, causing the current gossip to take a halt.
Xx
Brittany craved alone time. Any minute she could manage to be alone with her thoughts, she'd nab it.
This afternoon in particular she took off after class to head over to her favorite grassy highland, looking over the rolling hills of the school grounds.
It was a perfectly warm day and Brittany figured there could be nothing more perfect then sitting out and letting her imagination go wild, while staring out at the vast sky.
Not yet nearing fall, the sun could promise to linger until a quarter past eight on most nights.
Brittany picked out her usual spot, which after so much time during a school year, starts to keep an imprint of her body.
She set her books down and sat legs crossed; squinting out passed the endless stretches of grass toward the tree line of the forest.
Brittany plucked a seasoned dandelion, turned white from the ground and picked at the stem.
She slowly lifted the weed, bringing it so close to her face that her eyes crossed. Adjusting her vision she stared down every individual fuzzy petal; trying to understand the lifespan of a dandelion, and why it seemed to age like people.
"You really ought to make your wish, before all of the seeds blow away."
Brittany froze when the raspy tone hit her ears. She kept her body forward, refusing to turn toward the raven haired girl.
"You know," The girl trailed off. "The more fluffy they are, the more magic they hold."
"And you believe that?" Brittany questioned, continuing to stare forward.
"In their magic?" Santana asked.
Brittany nodded.
"I do." Santana answered simply.
Brittany's eyes fluttered shut while the smooth melodic voice belonging to this mysterious girl filled her ears. It frustrated her that a simple sound could affect her so much.
As a distraction, Brittany thought of the perfect wish. She squeezed her eyes a little tighter and in one blow, rid the stem of its white fuzzy seeds. Afterword she took in a long breath, silently hoping that when she turned around, her biggest frustration had vanished.
To no avail, once turned she spotted the girl in question, staring at her expectantly. She was out of her robe and uniform by now, looking incredibly casual with black skinny jeans and a pale blue hoodie under her black leather jacket.
"You look different." Brittany said flatly, trying to sound ridiculously uninterested.
"Uh, hello to you to?" Santana shoved her hands in the pockets of her jacket and walked to Brittany's side. She plopped down next to the blonde, making sure to keep a safe distance.
"You don't even want to ask if it's alright that you join me?" Brittany looked over to the girl with a wide expression.
"No." Santana shrugged.
Brittany scoffed at Santana's audacity.
"So what did you wish for?" Santana rasped, choosing to look out at the tree line instead of at Brittany.
"I thought you said you believe in the magic." Brittany quipped.
"I do." Santana kept her voice monotone.
"Well then you know I can't tell you." Brittany bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from smiling. It wasn't much but it felt good to get something, even as miniscule as this over on Santana.
Santana let slip the faintest of chuckles, rendering Brittany speechless. If Santana's voice had an effect on her, her laugh was crippling.
Brittany shook the silly thoughts from her head.
"I suppose you're right." Santana sighed.
"Why are you here Santana?" Brittany furrowed her brow in the direction of the raven hair girl. "Am I in an area only for precious Slytherin? Are you going to threaten me to leave?"
"No." Santana looked amused.
"Well good." Brittany huffed. "Because I have my wand," She paused. "And I will use it."
This statement made Santana to chuckle once again causing Brittany's ear's tinge pink.
"Actually, I was just passing through and saw you sitting here by chance." Santana shrugged.
"Passing through." Brittany repeated .
"Mhm." Santana nodded.
"A mile out from the castle?" Brittany quirked an eyebrow.
"Well ehm, yeah." Santana pursed her lips.
Brittany and Santana fell into a silence, each looking out at anything other than each other.
The silence was comfortable, but obviously getting to be too much for Santana who was now clearing her throat and standing up.
"I should probably get going." Santana wiped the dirt and grass from her palms to her jeans.
Brittany watched Santana shoved her hands back in her jacket pockets and ducked her head, making her way to leave.
The blonde let her get a few meters away before she was calling her name.
Santana turned back to Brittany, furrowing her brow.
"Where are you going?" Brittany dropped her shoulders helplessly.
Santana looked on to Brittany for a few quick moments before flashing a devilish smirk.
"On an adventure, care to join?" She quirked an eyebrow in question.
Everything in Brittany's brain was telling her not to trust the girl and that smirk, but everything in her bones was screaming at her to move.
So she did.
Brittany stood and gathered her belongings, making her way to a now beaming Santana.
Xx
Brittany followed Santana back to the long winding path that she had strayed from previously. They walked the path down to the groundskeeper's quarters.
"We're going to Beistes hut?" Brittany frowned. "That's the magnificent adventure?"
Santana pursed her lips and shook her head no.
"We're going to find safe keeping to store your books and robe. You'll be sweltering walking in that thing." Santana explained.
Brittany nodded. Yes, of course.
They approached the hut and Santana motioned for Brittany to follow her around the back to where an outdoor trunk sat just outside the back doorstep. She'd obviously known her way around the place.
"Come on then, we'll store it in here." Santana undid the latch and popped the trunk open.
Brittany quickly undressed from her robe and folded it neatly before handing it over to Santana who was now rolling her eyes.
"What?" Brittany shrugged. "My mother's always getting on me about keeping tidy." Brittany shrugged.
Santana stared at the blonde, clearly amused before her eyes flickered down to Brittany's arms.
"Honestly, how are you not dying of heat exhaustion?" Santana's forehead creased. She reached down, grabbing Brittany's wrist; tugging her forward.
Brittany gasped. Aside from bumping into each other, this is the first time they've touched.
Santana stared up to Brittany with concern in her eyes, afraid she had hurt the girl from her reaction.
"Oh uh, the heat doesn't bother me much." Brittany referenced Santana's previous question.
Santana rolled her eyes once more before unclasping the button on Brittany's shirt cuff and rolling the sleeve up on her right arm.
Brittany felt a cold sweat bead up on her forehead, mentally scolding herself for allowing Santana to constantly see her so flustered. At this point she just prayed that Santana wasn't as perceptive as she imagined. She didn't have the answers to why she always felt so nervous but she hated herself for being so weak that she couldn't control it.
After repeating this task on Brittany's left arm as well, Santana stood back and nodded her approval while glancing over her work.
"Much better." Santana now slid off her jacket and tossed it in the trunk with Brittany's robe carelessly. "I thought there would be a bit of a breeze, but the air is so still it should continue to stay warm." Santana closed the trunk, putting the latch back into place. "Even where we're going."
"Where are we going?" Brittany wondered anxiously.
Santana looked at Brittany and smirked.
"Do you really wanna know?"
RIP Alan Rickman.