G is for Gingerbread
"Everyone does it, Britt-Britt," Santana attempted to reason, though she knew very well by now that sometimes, logic, reasoning, and Brittany Pierce didn't coexist comfortably within the same realm. "It's okay, I swear. Can't you just try it?"
"Everyone also is in denial over Lord Tubbington's addictions, and it's because they all look the other way that he's so hopelessly ensnared now," was Brittany's firm and all too serious response as she shook her head, folding her arms over her chest for an added measure of stern refusal to Santana's request. "I'm standing my ground, Santana. I won't join the crowd. Aren't we all supposed to stand up for what we believe in and also not bully others for their beliefs?"
"But this is different, Britt, if you'd just TRY it-" Santana held the offending item out towards the other girl, who immediately stepped back, shaking her head.
"No it isn't, San, it's not different at all. It's exactly the same. It's wrong and I won't be a part of such brutality."
"Brutality- Brittany, it's not brutal, it's what the things are HERE for. It's the entire reason that they exist. They are made exactly for the purpose of people taking them and-"
"That doesn't make it right, Santana," Brittany said solemnly, still shaking her head, though more slowly now. Her blue eyes were large, sad, and serious as she regarded her girlfriend, and Santana cringed when she saw that they also held disappointment- disappointment in HER. Brittany knew she was a sucker for Brittany's disappointed look, so why did she have to look at her like that now, over something like this?
"Please just try it, Britt," Santana tried one last time, but already she was beginning to concede defeat, resigning herself to the inevitable. "Or at least let me without looking at me like that? You always talk about not judging, and, uh…"
"Santana, you're still pressuring me to do something I don't want to do that is very much against my beliefs," Brittany interrupted her, and there was a bit of an edge to her tone now, which for Brittany, was rare enough that Santana knew she was very, very serious about this. "That is bullying. I really wish you wouldn't bully me because you're supposed to love and support me. Please don't be a bully towards me, it makes me really sad."
And what could Santana say against that? How could she argue against that? Brittany must have known it too, because when Santana sighed, giving in, she gave her a small smile and reached out to squeeze her hand, nodding acceptance even before Santana apologized.
"Fine…sorry, baby. I won't."
"Thank you, Santana, I'm glad you've seen the error of your ways," Brittany nodded, still rubbing her thumb over the back of Santana's hand. "I know we can find you other cookies that are equally delicious that are not also small people with feelings."
And that was just one of the many things that went along with being Brittany's girlfriend…who else would be banned from eating gingerbread cookies at Christmas season, because their girlfriend's vehement belief that they were actual people who would feel every single munch?