Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Note: I do love this pairing, I truly do, and obviously Santana was singing this to/about Brittany in episode 3X07. Hopefully, you'll enjoy it, too. Please review, as it means a lot to me. Also, sorry about the wait! College finals and moving half of my dorm room back home for winter break got in the way.
Craving
Ah, constant craving
Has always been
Has always been
"Why don't you tell your parents about us?" The Latina asks her girlfriend.
"I don't know," the blonde shrugs. "What if they're not accepting like your family?"
"I told you, Britt. My parents were okay with it. It's just my abuela that wasn't."
"But what if my parents aren't as cool as yours?" The blonde asks worriedly.
"Don't say that," Santana leans her head on Brittany's shoulder, playing with her hair lightly. "Your parents are really nice, and they normally don't mind what you do."
"Look, Santana," Brittany pulls away. "I love you, and you know I love you. But I'm just not ready to come out as bisexual or whatever to my parents just yet. You understand that, don't you? I mean, you only really came out 'cause that guy was gonna run that ad on TV, and your parents would've found out anyway."
The Latina makes a face. "That's not true," she says softly. "I…I was going to tell them at some point…eventually…"
"Santana, not everyone can be as brave as you," Brittany whispers. "Not even me."
"What do you mean?" Santana asks.
"I mean, you got up in front of everyone and did that solo for me," Brittany reminds her gently. "And you led the Trouble Tones, and you dealt with Rachel when she was scary."
"That's true," Santana smirks a little. "I did tell Berry off when we were in New York."
"Yeah, I had no idea what you were saying, because it was in like Spanish or something, but it sounded really threatening and stuff," Brittany says helpfully.
"Britt?" Santana asks suddenly. "Can you do something for me?"
"I told you, I'm not ready to tell my parents," Brittany pouts.
"Not that," Santana says quickly. "I want you to do a solo in Glee club next week."
"For you?" Brittany tucks her hair behind her ears.
"Not necessarily," Santana slowly says. "But just…do a solo," she shrugs.
"Why?" Brittany asks.
"I want you to feel special," Santana clears her throat. "To feel as good and as talented as Rachel, or Mercedes, or even Kurt. Because you are as talented as them, baby girl. In fact, I think you're even more talented than them. And if you do a solo…maybe you'll gain more confidence as a performer," Santana suggests. "I can practice it with you, if you want."
"But won't Rachel get like totally mad or something? Even Kurt hates it when people try to steal the spotlight from him. Like remember when Rory-Leprechaun auditioned for Glee club and did that really cool falsetto and Kurt got all jealous?" Brittany looks uncomfortable and rubs her arms, a nervous habit.
"If they do," Santana smiles her devil's smile. "I'll set them right."
"I just don't know if I can do it," Brittany hangs her blonde head. "I mean, I was fine doing Ke$ha, but I had you guys behind me to help me. Besides, I was drunk for that performance. Anyway, I've never done a solo just by myself that wasn't a hallucination or something. I'm not ready for something like what you did for me."
"Then what are you ready for?" Santana asks desperately.
"I'm ready to be just yours," Brittany takes a step closer to the dark-haired beauty. "I promise, I'll be faithful to you, and only you. No fooling around or cheating."
"Thank you," Santana murmurs. "So I guess we're taking this one step at a time?"
"Yes," Brittany nods. "Baby steps. It's like learning how to walk."
"Like riding a bike with training wheels," Santana smiles.
"Like being truly in love for the first time," Brittany slides her hand into Santana's.
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